The clock ticked slowly past 8 as the figure ran, delayed, down the halls of a purple fortress that, despite being surrounded by lava, had a cold feel to it. His chest, like a mill, pumped in and out, up and down. A perfect, syncopated melody, if not a bit too fast to be natural. Escapade.
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RandomA series of short blurbs, both angst and fluff. Requests open, so if you would like your idea made into a chapter instead of having a big book that you don't really want to write (but you end up doing it anyway because you need more gay fanfiction)...
