A perfect cup of tea, sits cold in its saucer. Stormy eyes distracted by the bustling city life below. Untrimmed nails scrape the delicate intrakint of blooms on the locket. His secret gift.
“Stand any closer to the edge and I won't catch you, onna.” Blade like tongue slices you from your daymare.
“He-Hiei? What the hell are you-!”
“Hn, I'm playing messenger today. Take it or leave it.” Trifling with the man with actions was dangerous, but boy you wanted to smack him!
“Then what do you-” Sniping your train of thought, careless he interrupts again,
“He needs you.”
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Bittersweet Roses for Kurama
RomanceA small collection for your red haired lover to get you though the day!
