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I don't even know why - I don't remember if it's even a good whumpy drama or not .. I just have a scene stuck in my head and I can't remember where it's from.

What I have to go off of:

Historical. Large courtyard for a painting competition - or maybe it's for becoming a scholar and painting is just one aspect? idk There are 2 or 3 stages / topics to paint. One is flowering tree (maybe plum?), and the person paints it with butterflies I think. Another is horses, and they paint leaves floating I think - like ~after the horses have run passed~

I swear - it's like I have the memory of the show right there - right out of reach. I don't know if I even want to watch it again - I just want to remember what show it is and move on! 😂

That is so many roses, hahaha.

Have an excerpt from Clean Like Him:

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There’s a smudge of red on the back of her hand.

Or not red – crimson maybe, something sweet and rich. A dash of colour cast bold against her pale skin, and she turns her hand over and she thinks:

Strawberries on the blancmange, crushed into her flesh.

Then, heart skipping, she thinks:

In her bedroom, on her bed, back when she still had one. Biting down on the flesh of her hand to keep from moaning. Thinks of his fingers, gently easing it out of her mouth, entwining her fingers with his own.

“Don’t gotta do that this time, yeah? Nobody here but us, mama.”

Remembers blinking open to him above her, still inside of her, sees the smudge of lipstick on her peaked flesh, the indents where her teeth have left their mark. Remembers the way she couldn’t breathe when he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed it, the way he’d been something close to tender, the way she’d thought - - she’d just thought - -

This will never happen again.

But it had.

But they - -

She - -

Her hand trembles as she brings it to her nose, drops the tip of it to her skin, grateful that it’s warm, not cold like it had been in the car that night, and oh, she thinks, inhaling.

It’s just ink.