READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Concept: Running your hands down the keepsakes of someone long gone. The energy elicited from the sparks feigned, distance gathered between you and their concept. Your breath is quiet, your pusher beats in rhythmic fashion. In the corner of your eye you see them for a second, maybe more. The apparition of your dreams. You can feel it whenever you pause for too long, a set of eyes on you, watching you. What do they want from you? Are they waiting for you still? Do they want to see you strip? Do they stick around just to tease you, remind you of how much more fun life was with them around? You swear you can feel their breath on your neck, their hands run up your skin. You feel lightheaded, you feel ecstatic. Like they're tugging at your soul, pulling you close. You drag in air into your lungs. You feel as if you and them are one, you and them are more than anything else in the world. It's like they're inside you. Like they're still here. You want to laugh but you can't, you're frozen still and your mind is overcome with so many different stimulations. You hear them whisper a message. Their voice soft. A message you cannot hear but you know all too well, you feel the nothingness cradle you. When you come to you're left a mess on your own floor. Even when they're dead they're still a tease. ( f/f, w4w, rustpsionics, s. soulplay?, doomed, doomed yuri, #nsfw, #rankbait? #maybe?, ) ]
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golly. that's so evocative!!!
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