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i will be posting fics irregularly and whenever I have time ! i will, however, create fics in fandoms that I am in. that being said I have a joongdok (joonghyuk x dokja) fic in the making ! 💗
hope to see you soon
~ m.n.
she and i are artists. we may never feel the same page of paper or draw the same stroke, but we are two halves bound together.
i do not know her name. i only know the name she wishes to be called and i am fine with it so.
"i've decided to romanticise hands. i refuse to feel such disgust, allowing my world to rot."
she had shown me one of her enlightening drawings. her work never ceased to amaze me.
her words flowed like a river, forming into an edible desire i craved. the way she spoke lured me in. her thoughts, desires, morals i wanted to hear them all. they were a sustainable fuel.
"very beautifully said."
my voice said aloud as her eyes bore into mine. the way her eyes looked into mine was intangible; every fiber of my being was being strangled to its end.
her angelic voice was music to my ears. it was like a heavenly rainfall after a year long drought. something one yearns to hear.
"you're very beautifully born."
as she spoke i felt my body stiffen. i still couldn't understand what she saw within me. she was a dear. she was a splendid gut wrenching feeling. she was the reason i could smile, my reason i still have feeling at the tips of my fingers.
i never understood what she saw in me. she was too considerate, too loving, i soaked all of it in like a sponge. she was... is a darling friend. the kindling that starts the fire.
~ m.n.