Taffita
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The room was dim, the overhead lights off, only a small lamp glowing softly near the bed. Max stopped just inside the doorway.
The room smelt of bitter citrus peels, and the tang of salt. Max's nose crinkles at the scent of distress wafting off of the small figure on the bed.
Charles lay curled slightly on his side, knees drawn in, one arm tucked close to his chest. Too thin. Too still. There was a faint crease between his brows even in sleep, like his body didn’t know how to fully let go anymore. His hair looked limp, his eyes sunken. There were bruises visible on his skin, purple and yellow and green.
His other arm is curled protectively around his abdomen.
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He nearly closed the tab until the page auto-loaded another row and there, third from the left, was a face that didn’t look like it belonged in a catalog. At least not that of an escort service instead of a fashion magazine.
Charles, 28. No staged yacht shots or artfully tousled hair. Just a candid caught mid-laugh, sunlight catching the gold in his brown curls. His eyes were startlingly green even through the screen, crinkled at the corners with genuine amusement.
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imagine being loved by me by katerpillar
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
16 Nov 2024
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Now that he's looking for it, Yuuji can feel it: the words are etched into him, woven into his muscles and carved into his bones. Start by saving me, Itadori. Yuuji promised he would, so now he must.
The burning pain is starting to come back again. It begins in his chest this time, slightly to the right. Yuuji swallows, reaching up to press his hand against it.
So, he thinks dazedly, as the universe begins to take him apart. This is what happens when you break a Binding Vow.
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Megumi dies in Shinjuku. Yuuji is thrown back in time to save him. Again, and again, and again.
(Or: Yuuji says “I’ll save you, Fushiguro” and the universe says “bet.”)
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“How…” Liam whispers. “How would you have done it?”
“Quickly,” says Theo. He fixes his eyeline on the glimmer of the telephone poles under the moonlight several houses over so he doesn’t have to feel so gutted as he speaks. “I wouldn’t have made you suffer.” He pauses. “Not you.”
“Even then?” Liam asks.
“Even then,” Theo promises.
“How would you have done it?” Liam prods again.
Theo shuts his eyes. Soberness is returning to him rapidly, and it’s making his eyes sting.
“Claws to the throat, probably,” he admits in the smallest of voices.
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- Part 30 of Thiam Drabbles
- Part 19 of Author's Favorites
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21 Jul 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
Beautifully written and rereading it still has the same punch as the first time