“Don’t touch me,” Jin says. “Not in front of other people.” blow to the gut.
"Then it’s gone, and there’s only that locked away look in Jin’s eyes, shadowed beneath Jin’s dark fedora, and Kame can’t read Jin at all, even as Jin’s emotions leak out of Jin’s skin and cause goosebumps to rise on Kame’s forearms." Amazing how he's an open book sometimes and other times he's shuttered in his gilded cage.
"Kame also doesn’t really have many doubts about who tops in bed, either, but as much as he loves Nakamaru, he doesn’t really want to imagine his buttoned up friend getting whipped in the bedroom as much as he whipped out of it." *cackling in glee* /what is this rollercoaster
"Kame lifts his hand up and presses it against his chest, on the right side, and wonders where his heart is now." Sometimes, it's easiest to admit things in the most casual way.
"It’s hard because the interviewers notice, and the fans notice, and their anger just translates into Jin getting even quieter, even more withdrawn." I'd suppressed this stage from my memory. T_______T
"Kame always stays, just like Jin always leaves, satellites orbiting in opposite directions." You have succeeded in constructing the sentence that shatters my heart. </3 T________________T
Everyone snarking on Kame before they express their lip biting worry is something. It warms my heart and still shreds it to pieces.
"It’s just that Jin’s pulled himself light years away from Kame, and Kame can only find him when Jin reaches a hand out of the dark and grabs a hold on Kame’s wrist." This feeling is so familiar, so wrenching.
♥♥♥ Forever in love with this sun/satellite metaphor. ♥♥♥
"Kame can hear Jin’s footsteps, always heavier than Kame’s own, so loudly in his ears." One of those little details I really really love in your writing.
"the words fall on Kame like the sun’s rays, warm and soft, and Kame’s heart is hammering against his ribs. He feels sick." OH GOD I FEEL SICK TOOO T____________T
"Years and years will pass, and Kame will still know the things Jin thinks it’s impossible to say." "Years and years will pass and Kame and Jin will still be connected in all these terrible, bruising ways." THERE'S SOMETHING LARGE AND PAINFUL IN MY THROAT TRYING TO ESCAPE
"Jin is looking at Kame, and Kame can see all the way through." like a knot loosening, i swear, in my chest. too invested in this.
"Jin is asleep on Kame’s couch, and Kame’s not allowed to burn to dust." dude, i like totally understand. T____T
"“For the postcards,” Nakamaru says. “That way, even if you can’t find your heart, you can keep track of where it’s been.” Nakamaru sighs. “Ueda thinks I’m enabling you.”" GOD MARU ENABLE AWAY *SOB*
drinking tea like an alcoholic and sobbing at your perfectly restrained angsty Kame who's HAPPY 364 days of the year but falls apart that one day.
"Or like he looked when Kame last saw him, resolute and warm and fierce against Kame’s mouth, cloaked in wool and smelling of mint and desperation and longing." /creepily loving on this sentence
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"“Nine days,” Jin says." this kind of exploded my heart.
"There’s always a spark, Kame thinks, one he’s never been able to feel with anyone else." the essence of akame.
the ending of this part... finding breathing difficult.
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"Then it’s gone, and there’s only that locked away look in Jin’s eyes, shadowed beneath Jin’s dark fedora, and Kame can’t read Jin at all, even as Jin’s emotions leak out of Jin’s skin and cause goosebumps to rise on Kame’s forearms." Amazing how he's an open book sometimes and other times he's shuttered in his gilded cage.
"Kame also doesn’t really have many doubts about who tops in bed, either, but as much as he loves Nakamaru, he doesn’t really want to imagine his buttoned up friend getting whipped in the bedroom as much as he whipped out of it." *cackling in glee* /what is this rollercoaster
"Kame lifts his hand up and presses it against his chest, on the right side, and wonders where his heart is now." Sometimes, it's easiest to admit things in the most casual way.
"It’s hard because the interviewers notice, and the fans notice, and their anger just translates into Jin getting even quieter, even more withdrawn." I'd suppressed this stage from my memory. T_______T
"Kame always stays, just like Jin always leaves, satellites orbiting in opposite directions." You have succeeded in constructing the sentence that shatters my heart. </3 T________________T Everyone snarking on Kame before they express their lip biting worry is something. It warms my heart and still shreds it to pieces. "It’s just that Jin’s pulled himself light years away from Kame, and Kame can only find him when Jin reaches a hand out of the dark and grabs a hold on Kame’s wrist." This feeling is so familiar, so wrenching. ♥♥♥ Forever in love with this sun/satellite metaphor. ♥♥♥ "Kame can hear Jin’s footsteps, always heavier than Kame’s own, so loudly in his ears." One of those little details I really really love in your writing. "the words fall on Kame like the sun’s rays, warm and soft, and Kame’s heart is hammering against his ribs. He feels sick." OH GOD I FEEL SICK TOOO T____________T "Years and years will pass, and Kame will still know the things Jin thinks it’s impossible to say." "Years and years will pass and Kame and Jin will still be connected in all these terrible, bruising ways." THERE'S SOMETHING LARGE AND PAINFUL IN MY THROAT TRYING TO ESCAPE "Jin is looking at Kame, and Kame can see all the way through." like a knot loosening, i swear, in my chest. too invested in this. "Jin is asleep on Kame’s couch, and Kame’s not allowed to burn to dust." dude, i like totally understand. T____T "“For the postcards,” Nakamaru says. “That way, even if you can’t find your heart, you can keep track of where it’s been.” Nakamaru sighs. “Ueda thinks I’m enabling you.”" GOD MARU ENABLE AWAY *SOB* drinking tea like an alcoholic and sobbing at your perfectly restrained angsty Kame who's HAPPY 364 days of the year but falls apart that one day. "Or like he looked when Kame last saw him, resolute and warm and fierce against Kame’s mouth, cloaked in wool and smelling of mint and desperation and longing." /creepily loving on this sentence comments likely to trail off as eyes too blurry with tears to type. "“Nine days,” Jin says." this kind of exploded my heart. "There’s always a spark, Kame thinks, one he’s never been able to feel with anyone else." the essence of akame. the ending of this part... finding breathing difficult.