Burnt caramel / harihar

Burnt caramel / harihar

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Harith put one hand to the place of impact, and the other to the sensitive cat's ear, hearing the ringing in his ears. Harley hated him. The way he gently smiled at his mother, the way he bowed, saying that she was especially good today, how she gently put up with him on the head. Harley would never have been able to approach her like that. To smile so affectionately, to say so simply that he loves her, or to let her pat her on the head. Omega was never to blame for this. And that made it worse. Art is mine, you can find more on instagram. Also it's just a translation, so I'm sorry if something is unclear. I try my best to correct translator mistakes, but I'm not that good at english. IDK why am I translating this when I haven't even finished it yet.
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  • Harihar 【Harith/Harley】

It starts like this. A hand clutching at his own, warm and loving, as someone ruffles his hair. "Be good, A-Ying." His mother presses a kiss to his forehead, giving him a smile that seemed to light up the world. "We'll be back soon." And those words morph into the hurt that comes with being a forgotten one, with only broken promises as his company. It is like the chill that comes from losing a golden core, that is almost reminiscent to the coldest of winters in the streets of Yiling, and it is like the hunger in his gut, insaitable, feral, a wild fire that cannot be curbed. He can only watch, time after again, as he loses those he loves. And he wonders if this is the price for going down a heretic path, for his arrogance and naivety. ("you bring ruin to everyone you love.") In the end, he is always left behind. or In which Wei Wuxian, after getting injured on a night hunt, is cursed to relive the most painful memories of his life. - cover by the amazing @-canaeris ,,, thank you so much!

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