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[ he doesn't open his eyes.

more importantly, he doesn't ask; there's the faintest scent of sulfur cutting through the air like the bitter aftertaste of a stale cigarette, but june keeps his eyes closed against it until saiph's touch drags him back to himself, and—

this isn't kansas. this isn't the line 6. this is the immaculate marbled tile of saiph's bathroom, and the cooled air nips at the back of june's neck in warning: no sudden movements, little thing. june can't help it; a dawning realisation cuts through him, sharp and swift as it races down his back and to his fingertips. for a single, glorious second, june can't breathe.

he can't put to words the one question he wants to ask. his mind refuses to.

he's still reeling from the truth that's laid bare in front of him that he's gone pliant to saiph's ministrations. june's hands hover, stutter, pull back — he wants to touch him, he wants to feel the warmth of his skin and hope to be grounded by it, but june's caught in the throes of such a dark, consuming awe that he's worried of what he might do if he reached out and found purchase.

the water hits his bare skin and it's a shock. it's a slap to his senses, his ability spiking and turning inward. his blood is roaring in his ears; his breathing is caught painfully between his throat and his lungs. he sees everything and nothing and he wonders if this is what it's like to be blinded by light.

the kiss, when he realises it happening, feels like a benediction. june kisses back with all the finesse of a young lover, unraveling from saiph's simple touches, and fast.

in his reverence and desperation, june understands the one thing. what he's feeling isn't fear. it's something much worse. ]

Edited 2018-11-19 12:42 (UTC)

that's going to end up in a housefire, knowing the way you do things.

[ from here ]

have you met me? it's the latter, always.

Edited 2018-12-09 06:21 (UTC)

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which is why i'm asking you, so we can get the ball rolling.
i actually don't mind complimenting you, i just don't know how it's supposed to go.

Edited 2018-12-09 06:23 (UTC)

[Eun presses a hand down on June's chest, holding him still on her bed as she uses her other hand to hold his cock in place. Positioned above him, she fits the head between her slick lips and sinks down over him. Squeezing tightly, she groans as her hips press down, down until they're flush with his own.

With her smile a sharp slash across her face, she squeezes him deliberately.]

That's good, Junie. You're being so good for Noona.

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[ how far along with the debt is he, june asks himself. he has to be almost done with it; the does aren't anything like gloriana, they don't quite grab people by the balls and in a crushing grip all the time.

june grumbles under his breath. ]

A few more bodies and I should be done. I have to have done enough by now.

I really hate it, Lu.

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it'll be so sweet, i promise.

Edited 2018-12-14 02:11 (UTC)

[ Sometimes you go through your day without incident and things turn out just fine for you. You get up, you go to work, you veg at home, and you go to sleep to repeat the process the next day.

Sometimes you're not so lucky.

Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.

Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]

yeah yeah just get your ass over here

let's not be dramatic now. i can't promise shit like that.

fuck that where are you, i'll drive

i don't drink, period. so yeah, this was a revelation for me.
you're a freak drunk.

that doesn't help your case, you realize.

yes and no, in that order.
is it a problem?

gladly providing both in exchange for company.
i'm not above shamelessness, come on, come over.

i listened for it.
he was breathing fine after a while.
were you worried?

i don't know what i want.
you can decide for me.

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fell off. not entirely sure how it happened, just that it was during the commission of the chase. walking around in socks isn't great, let me tell you.

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