His kiss, his kiss is a phenomenon of fire, a battle of tongues and lips and teeth, claiming, taking, an emblem of hunger and passion and Black, and once you've felt it you never stop thirsting, longing, aching.
My mind's a vortex, fast and deadening and chaotic and calm, savage, brown on brown on brown on brown, as the shadows of countless silhouettes in the night.
OK, I'll stop quoting your own fic at you and just say that this was beautiful. *dies*
We must've submitted our last stories at the same time! God, we rock. ;)
(p.s. it'd probably be easier for people to recognise me as Rachel McFaith if you edited my username in as well. I sent some of my friends to your journal a while ago and they came back saying they couldn't find the fic)
I heard about this from the first day, for a change, and it's been depressing me ever since.
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My mind's a vortex, fast and deadening and chaotic and calm, savage, brown on brown on brown on brown, as the shadows of countless silhouettes in the night.
OK, I'll stop quoting your own fic at you and just say that this was beautiful. *dies*
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(ps, I think I'm going to post my remix of it to literotica as my last-day fic, since I only ever posted it on my own journal while yours was down)
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(I'd like that. But hurry, underlucius's nearly posting The Last Post)
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I'm so sad and out of it. She made this decision while I was travelling, I think, so I didn't even know literotica was closing until yesterday. :((
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(p.s. it'd probably be easier for people to recognise me as Rachel McFaith if you edited my username in as well. I sent some of my friends to your journal a while ago and they came back saying they couldn't find the fic)
I heard about this from the first day, for a change, and it's been depressing me ever since.
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