THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING REDUX! (#1)
It's that time of the year...
Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
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Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
This entry:→ Is always second from the top ( Read more... )
Days pass in the same fashion. Jin has all the stops memorized, the times between each, how many restrooms - clean or dank, which stall no longer locks. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of Kame.
Work runs overtime, and Jin finds himself on the train an hour past midnight. Too early for a chance to meet Kame. It’s too early for anybody. Jin has one end of a compartment to himself. A couple occupies the far corner. She’s foreign, blonde and slim, and hugs his jacket over her too narrow shoulders. They’re entwined together, laughing quietly.
Jin tries not to look at them. Weeks ago, he would have wanted to be just like them. Weeks ago, the knowledge that he’ll never be free enough to would eat him up inside.
They pull into Shibuya, and on reflex, Jin scans the platform for Kame. The doors are nearly closed when Jin sees him stumbling down the steps. Jin jumps out.
~“What happened ( ... )
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