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bittersplendor) wrote2005-12-13 11:37 pm
bittersplendor) wrote2005-12-13 11:37 pm
Haaaaay.
Because no one will write me SenHana when I want it so bad, I have to like, do it myself. How corny.
It’s not like it was the best idea in the world. Not like they planned this and said, ‘Okay. This is going to be great.’
It’s nothing like that. There hadn’t even been much words, just stumbling upon each other and Sendoh not stopping himself from jerking off to the thought of red hair and brown eyes and Hey. This is something new, and scary and exciting.
It started with fumbling. Fucking awkward, and though Sendoh would like to think he truly were as sleek as people believed him to be, he really wasn’t. If he were, if he'd mades sense and was sleek, Sakuragi wouldn't have looked at him with this face, this horror-stricken face when Sendoh first kissed him (a horrible, horrible collision of lips upon lips, dry). Like it wasn’t right at all.
And when Sakuragi pushed him away, stumbled and ran, Sendoh felt as if he’d ruined something pure and beautiful. And it was like sin.
Except Sakuragi came over to Ryonan one day, six days after the horrid kiss, and said ‘I don’t know what you’re on about, Smiley, and I don’t like not knowing things.’ He declared that they were going to spend the rest of the day together, he was going to figure things out-- and that was like penance, reparation. Sendoh ditched practice for the first time in a long time.
At the end of the day, there was no horrible kiss, or a great one. Just a great deal of Sakuragi biting his bottom lip and frowning so hard at the ground like he wanted to burn a hole through it, so much so that Sendoh had to tilt his chin up with his fingers. And under the dim, flickering streetlight, Sakuragi’s cheeks were red and his eyes were glowing, and Sendoh wondered how that could be-- how eyes could possibly glow like that, when there's so little light around to take from. Then Sendoh leaned in, because Sakuragi's glowing eyes were waiting.
The kiss wasn’t horrible or great, just fine, a second kiss that was better than the first.
They hadn’t planned on anything. It’s just that people sometimes trip on treasures, and for a moment it’s all about luck. But Sendoh’s never been a firm believer of luck, so he chooses to believe in second kisses, and not planning. And things turning out great anyway.
End.
WHY YES, MY NAME IS FLUFFY F. FLUFFYKINS. X_X
...Damn, I'm sleepy.
It’s not like it was the best idea in the world. Not like they planned this and said, ‘Okay. This is going to be great.’
It’s nothing like that. There hadn’t even been much words, just stumbling upon each other and Sendoh not stopping himself from jerking off to the thought of red hair and brown eyes and Hey. This is something new, and scary and exciting.
It started with fumbling. Fucking awkward, and though Sendoh would like to think he truly were as sleek as people believed him to be, he really wasn’t. If he were, if he'd mades sense and was sleek, Sakuragi wouldn't have looked at him with this face, this horror-stricken face when Sendoh first kissed him (a horrible, horrible collision of lips upon lips, dry). Like it wasn’t right at all.
And when Sakuragi pushed him away, stumbled and ran, Sendoh felt as if he’d ruined something pure and beautiful. And it was like sin.
Except Sakuragi came over to Ryonan one day, six days after the horrid kiss, and said ‘I don’t know what you’re on about, Smiley, and I don’t like not knowing things.’ He declared that they were going to spend the rest of the day together, he was going to figure things out-- and that was like penance, reparation. Sendoh ditched practice for the first time in a long time.
At the end of the day, there was no horrible kiss, or a great one. Just a great deal of Sakuragi biting his bottom lip and frowning so hard at the ground like he wanted to burn a hole through it, so much so that Sendoh had to tilt his chin up with his fingers. And under the dim, flickering streetlight, Sakuragi’s cheeks were red and his eyes were glowing, and Sendoh wondered how that could be-- how eyes could possibly glow like that, when there's so little light around to take from. Then Sendoh leaned in, because Sakuragi's glowing eyes were waiting.
The kiss wasn’t horrible or great, just fine, a second kiss that was better than the first.
They hadn’t planned on anything. It’s just that people sometimes trip on treasures, and for a moment it’s all about luck. But Sendoh’s never been a firm believer of luck, so he chooses to believe in second kisses, and not planning. And things turning out great anyway.
End.
WHY YES, MY NAME IS FLUFFY F. FLUFFYKINS. X_X
...Damn, I'm sleepy.
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OF COURSE I LOVE YOU JUJU! I still have that thing that I bought that I wanted to give you last year but it's still sitting in my cupboard because I suck that wayno subject
What thing that you bought SEND IT TO FRANCE I FEEL UNLOVED HERE. Plus I like mail.no subject
I HAVE HARU WO POSTER THAT I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SEND TO YOU. EVEN HAVE YOUR MAILING ADDRESSES COPIED ONTO THE PDA. I'll send it this weekend.no subject
If you do, I must warn you that the French postal service is deeply stupid. You need to write my proper name on the envelope and not just 'Ju', because they might not deliver it like that.no subject
Aaaah... Can I send edible things to France?no subject
Yes. Unless the huge box of food that my aunt sent from HK just happened to slip under their radar.no subject
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