He does not answer – a first, Feuilly thinks You just know Jehan is a complete chatterbox.
Feuilly cannot look away as he drinks: the muscles in Jehan’s throat contracting, Jehan’s mouth pressed to where his own was less than a moment before. Oh hell. This is gorgeous.
the illumination of the setting sun turned his profile into a being of black and gold, shadows and light rather than flesh. This is the most beautiful image. I can see it perfectly.
this kiss was one meant to communicate everything that had gone unsaid between them in the past; in case they were captured, in case they were killed, in case they never saw each other again – in equal parts a declaration, a memento, a goodbye. *sobs*
The terror chokes but the love frees, and for the first time in hours, he feels like he can breathe. I just can't with this. You are such a good writer and I love this so much. Thank you thank you thank you!
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Date: 2013-12-26 05:35 pm (UTC)You just know Jehan is a complete chatterbox.
Feuilly cannot look away as he drinks: the muscles in Jehan’s throat contracting, Jehan’s mouth pressed to where his own was less than a moment before.
Oh hell. This is gorgeous.
the illumination of the setting sun turned his profile into a being of black and gold, shadows and light rather than flesh.
This is the most beautiful image. I can see it perfectly.
this kiss was one meant to communicate everything that had gone unsaid between them in the past; in case they were captured, in case they were killed, in case they never saw each other again – in equal parts a declaration, a memento, a goodbye.
*sobs*
The terror chokes but the love frees, and for the first time in hours, he feels like he can breathe.
I just can't with this. You are such a good writer and I love this so much. Thank you thank you thank you!