A little something I started on the train while half asleep and didn’t think through hard enough. I don’t particularly like using this style of narration (I mean, I’ve used it before but…) because when I use it, it seems a bit all over the place.
Anyway, Happy Whites Day for a few more hours!
Happy Eskabro/Mistre Day for Pet姐姐! I was gonna write more for it and generally write better for it but I kinda ran out of steam today. I’m really sorry… I… might rewrite this some other day because I’m just that horrified with it. But for now… because I don’t see myself doing any better tomorrow.
When Kyousuke was seven, he once visited his brother at the hospital with his pet parakeet. In his stream of babbles and squeals, he neglected the open window and had swung the cage door open. The array of technicolor slicked across the wingspan and the majestic puff of cream chest as it glided out the opening always played in his mind in short bursts of imagery. In those moments, when he recalled, he would remember that deep, searing drop in his chest which welled and spread through his being.
I lost the motivation to continue this when I realised I made them really out of character and I couldn’t sustain a whole story made entirely out of sex. Well, anyway, here’s what I’ve written for it so far. It’s unbeta’d so there’s a lot of dodgy sentences and language but yeah.