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these small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns, but this love i seek seems to be out of reach
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these small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns, but this love i seek seems to be out of reach
another gorgeous and stunning commission from opalkuji on vgen, this time of succkubus!! would definitely recommend and i absolutely intend to go back. reblogs are okay!
these small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns, but this love i seek seems to be out of reach
another gorgeous and stunning commission from opalkuji on vgen, this time of succkubus!! would definitely recommend and i absolutely intend to go back. reblogs are okay!
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these small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns, but this love i seek seems to be out of reach
another gorgeous and stunning commission from opalkuji on vgen, this time of succkubus!! would definitely recommend and i absolutely intend to go back. reblogs are okay!
these small quiet prayers, the same old tragic patterns, but this love i seek seems to be out of reach
another gorgeous and stunning commission from opalkuji on vgen, this time of succkubus!! would definitely recommend and i absolutely intend to go back. reblogs are okay!
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She shifts her focus from the wall to her boyfriend turning side to side in his chair. "To?"
Keiji spins to face his love fully. His eyes flicker around the room—from her resting to his manga on the shelf with her bookmark inside, then to the floor where their shoes sit next to each other. He pretends he's thinking, as if the answer isn't obvious as he traces and draws her in everything he does. "Both."
She knew it was coming, yet her lips still wobble as she looks away—a poor woman's attempt to jail a smile. "Shut up."
"You asked."
"I hate you."
"Did you want me to say neither?"
"Yes. I hate you."
"Aw, baby." The wheels on his chair are quiet as they roll across oak—specially ordered by her after he complained about the noise. Keiji slides into position at the table she's borrowed. Resting the papers he was editing on his lap, he tucks her fallen hair behind her ear. "Lying isn't good for you, you know. Hurts the soul."
"Maybe yours. You don't know my soul."
"I don't know your soul? It's bonded to mine. Mine took her out for lunch yesterday." He bends to rest his head against her shoulder. Chin against the wood and grinning lips to her ear, he murmurs, "And then they kissed a lot when we—"
"Keiji!" She turns with a gasp. Hands move to cover his face. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, oh my god."
The dark-haired editor laughs as he traps her fingers between his. "Huh? What? What did I say?"
"You are a sick freak and pervert, Akaashi."
"My last name? I'm wounded. Baby, the sick freak pervert is wounded and bleeding, won't you please help him?"
His girlfriend snorts and weakly tries to pull away with a whine, and Keiji notes the joke to use again later. "Stop being funny, oh my god. Go back to work. Get away from me."
Her boyfriend giggles and she wishes he would stop that as her heart clenches at the sound. The two come to a stop, hands still intertwined as they smile and pout at the other.
Despite it all, she doesn't move away as he leans in. She meets him half-way as he plants a soft kiss against her lips. He responds quietly, "'kay. I'll be done in 20, I think."
"Okay. Take your time, baby."
She's met with a hum and second kiss, and there's no hiding the little sparkles in her eyes as she looks up afterward. "Love you."
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She shifts her focus from the wall to her boyfriend turning side to side in his chair. "To?"
Keiji spins to face his love fully. His eyes flicker around the room—from her resting to his manga on the shelf with her bookmark inside, then to the floor where their shoes sit next to each other. He pretends he's thinking, as if the answer isn't obvious as he traces and draws her in everything he does. "Both."
She knew it was coming, yet her lips still wobble as she looks away—a poor woman's attempt to jail a smile. "Shut up."
"You asked."
"I hate you."
"Did you want me to say neither?"
"Yes. I hate you."
"Aw, baby." The wheels on his chair are quiet as they roll across oak—specially ordered by her after he complained about the noise. Keiji slides into position at the table she's borrowed. Resting the papers he was editing on his lap, he tucks her fallen hair behind her ear. "Lying isn't good for you, you know. Hurts the soul."
"Maybe yours. You don't know my soul."
"I don't know your soul? It's bonded to mine. Mine took her out for lunch yesterday." He bends to rest his head against her shoulder. Chin against the wood and grinning lips to her ear, he murmurs, "And then they kissed a lot when we—"
"Keiji!" She turns with a gasp. Hands move to cover his face. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, oh my god."
The dark-haired editor laughs as he traps her fingers between his. "Huh? What? What did I say?"
"You are a sick freak and pervert, Akaashi."
"My last name? I'm wounded. Baby, the sick freak pervert is wounded and bleeding, won't you please help him?"
His girlfriend snorts and weakly tries to pull away with a whine, and Keiji notes the joke to use again later. "Stop being funny, oh my god. Go back to work. Get away from me."
Her boyfriend giggles and she wishes he would stop that as her heart clenches at the sound. The two come to a stop, hands still intertwined as they smile and pout at the other.
Despite it all, she doesn't move away as he leans in. She meets him half-way as he plants a soft kiss against her lips. He responds quietly, "'kay. I'll be done in 20, I think."
"Okay. Take your time, baby."
She's met with a hum and second kiss, and there's no hiding the little sparkles in her eyes as she looks up afterward. "Love you."
She shifts her focus from the wall to her boyfriend turning side to side in his chair. "To?"
Keiji spins to face his love fully. His eyes flicker around the room—from her resting to his manga on the shelf with her bookmark inside, then to the floor where their shoes sit next to each other. He pretends he's thinking, as if the answer isn't obvious as he traces and draws her in everything he does. "Both."
She knew it was coming, yet her lips still wobble as she looks away—a poor woman's attempt to jail a smile. "Shut up."
"You asked."
"I hate you."
"Did you want me to say neither?"
"Yes. I hate you."
"Aw, baby." The wheels on his chair are quiet as they roll across oak—specially ordered by her after he complained about the noise. Keiji slides into position at the table she's borrowed. Resting the papers he was editing on his lap, he tucks her fallen hair behind her ear. "Lying isn't good for you, you know. Hurts the soul."
"Maybe yours. You don't know my soul."
"I don't know your soul? It's bonded to mine. Mine took her out for lunch yesterday." He bends to rest his head against her shoulder. Chin against the wood and grinning lips to her ear, he murmurs, "And then they kissed a lot when we—"
"Keiji!" She turns with a gasp. Hands move to cover his face. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, oh my god."
The dark-haired editor laughs as he traps her fingers between his. "Huh? What? What did I say?"
"You are a sick freak and pervert, Akaashi."
"My last name? I'm wounded. Baby, the sick freak pervert is wounded and bleeding, won't you please help him?"
His girlfriend snorts and weakly tries to pull away with a whine, and Keiji notes the joke to use again later. "Stop being funny, oh my god. Go back to work. Get away from me."
Her boyfriend giggles and she wishes he would stop that as her heart clenches at the sound. The two come to a stop, hands still intertwined as they smile and pout at the other.
Despite it all, she doesn't move away as he leans in. She meets him half-way as he plants a soft kiss against her lips. He responds quietly, "'kay. I'll be done in 20, I think."
"Okay. Take your time, baby."
She's met with a hum and second kiss, and there's no hiding the little sparkles in her eyes as she looks up afterward. "Love you."
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