Grippingi weep for every distance lengthenedfor every cry for help unheardevery step has left me weakenedfrom your lips, just one more word.
Under the Mistletoe (6)“Daniel!” shouted Hekmat from the bathroom, popping his head out, “Christ man, get your hair products straightened out!”“You're not the boss of me,” said the English prince, his curls bouncing as he slipped off of the bed, wearing only his pants and trousers. He made his way to the bathroom while the Indian prince took to slipping his own robes off to change into his outfit, set before him neatly on his bed. “You take my shoes again, dammit?” asked Hekmat as he slipped on pants, simultaneously swiveling his head around for his pair of shoes- “Oh nevermind, found it.” He kept his eye
DifferentAfter- no, even before Mikami'd graduated... through the years that Ryouichi had started really looking at Mikami as a different person and not as Kizuna, he'd realized that he'd missed a lot of specific details. The piercings on his face had been obvious enough, as well as the scars- one of them having been self inflicted right in front of his face. Several glittering silver piercings graced Mikami's face, one over his eye brow, several on his ears, a new one dangling on his tongue. And then there were the scars. He had the ever familiar one over his right eye brow, the one given to him by his own banchou, regarding his similarity to Kizuna-