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branchandroot) wrote2004-04-27 10:12 pm
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PoT: Mirror Writing: Transpose
Fic post from my archive.
Heat, tennis, sex.
Full summer had arrived, bringing Keigo's seasonal temper with it. It was beneath him to be cranky, but the heat made him restless. This was the one time of year when he genuinely envied Jirou's ability to sleep through anything, including heat waves.
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ack, i love your writing. i love how you've written the intensity of their games... of their relationship.
More like a piece of music, written for violin, played on the flute instead.
fave line ever
<3
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