Dreamer (1/?)
anonymous
April 2 2009, 16:12:17 UTC
They told him that Yao didn't just see anyone, but he found that he rarely had problems arranging for meetings with the man. It was just that, every time he did meet Yao, he felt an immeasureable sense of helplessness and inadequacy. It was Yao who held most of his debt now, though the man had been nothing but kind, finding him little jobs to slowly pay it off.
Slowly. Too slowly.
One option of fast money was already out for him, because of that incident, and because his lingering sense of justice would not allow him to take up drug trafficking again knowingly. That left the other option, the one that he'd been expecting Yao to raise from day one.
"How much do you think I'd fetch if I sold my virginity?"
Yao didn't look at him, but a frown crossed those fair features and Alfred found himself wondering once more how old the man really was. At least in his twenties, at most in his forties, but beautiful in a way that transcended race and gender, with ivory skin and straight, inky black hair, and a pair of the most startling golden
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Re: Dreamer (1/?)
anonymous
April 2 2009, 16:30:52 UTC
lksdjl;kflkdf you wrote Season, didn't you? I still love your Yao-Alfred dynamic, and having it transplanted and developed further here promises to be interesting. Can't wait to see how this turns out (or should I be saying 'deteriorates'? *facepalm* Alfred...).
Dreamer (2/?)
anonymous
April 2 2009, 18:27:32 UTC
The call came three days later, but it wasn't Yao who called him. He understood, of course, that the man didn't usually involve himself in the day to day running of the various businesses, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he heard the female voice over the phone
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Words cannot describe how much I love you. And this. (When I saw your first comment I was kind of hoping you were the anon who wrote Season -- which I didn't read until after I made the request, but I loved it so hard -- and you ARE and that just thrills me beyond words.) Poor Alfred, desperately trying to convince himself that everything's going to be all right, and I absolutely LOVE how you write Yao, it's a take on him I see so rarely, but it captures his (apparent) contradictions so well. Guh. He's chilling and awful and kind in his own way and I can't decide if that makes things better or worse...
Thank you thank you THANK YOU and I can't wait to read more.
Re: Dreamer (2/?)
anonymous
April 3 2009, 04:17:05 UTC
Another fan of 'Season' here. adkfa;;as;jsfdg;sdakjf! Taiwan ♥ ! Oh this is so, so perfect, and GAH, I know this is going to end badly for Alfred - but I can't look away!
Dreamer (3/?)
anonymous
April 3 2009, 05:47:45 UTC
His reflection stared back at him, pale and frightened, from the mirror wall that faced the door. In the middle of the room was king-sized poster bed, covered in black sheets with a few vermillion pillows scattered atop of it. Above that, another mirror, as if the room had been designed by some insane narcissist who enjoyed watching himself sleep. Or fuck
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Re: Dreamer (3/?)
anonymous
April 3 2009, 06:40:20 UTC
His reflection stared back at him, pale and frightened, from the mirror wall that faced the door.
FFFF for a split-second there I thought he'd run into Canada. XD Not surprised to see Ivan here, though. Ever the opportunist, that one. *goes back to worshipping the F5 key*
Bonus points if he's really inexperienced at this, and bonus bonus points for his partner fetishizing his inexperience and youth. Mmm.
recaptcha is Oliver 7.75, which is hilariously wrong in context
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Slowly. Too slowly.
One option of fast money was already out for him, because of that incident, and because his lingering sense of justice would not allow him to take up drug trafficking again knowingly. That left the other option, the one that he'd been expecting Yao to raise from day one.
"How much do you think I'd fetch if I sold my virginity?"
Yao didn't look at him, but a frown crossed those fair features and Alfred found himself wondering once more how old the man really was. At least in his twenties, at most in his forties, but beautiful in a way that transcended race and gender, with ivory skin and straight, inky black hair, and a pair of the most startling golden ( ... )
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*F5F5F5F5F5F5F5*
captcha: said dreamed
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Captcha: wealth But. Aha. Ahaha...
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Girl = Taiwan? :DDD
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Thank you thank you THANK YOU and I can't wait to read more.
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*joins in on the F5ing*
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FFFF for a split-second there I thought he'd run into Canada. XD Not surprised to see Ivan here, though. Ever the opportunist, that one. *goes back to worshipping the F5 key*
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