NoteditedbyJulez78

Another fanfic is on its way. . . 
          	
          	   If only others could understand. He’s not right in the head.
          	
          	     By the time his mind settles. Enmu has already forced himself awake. Sapphire blue eyes drooped and exhausted, once so very easy to drown in, drained and surrounded with the darkest of under-eye shadows. He yawns weakly. Hakuji isn’t there. Normally the pinkette would be sipping at tea and pouring Enmu a cup. He must have already left. Oh well. His light body drags itself to the bathroom, tripping over dirty clothes. They’re his own. All scattered about on his side of the dorm.

NoteditedbyJulez78

Another fanfic is on its way. . . 
          
             If only others could understand. He’s not right in the head.
          
               By the time his mind settles. Enmu has already forced himself awake. Sapphire blue eyes drooped and exhausted, once so very easy to drown in, drained and surrounded with the darkest of under-eye shadows. He yawns weakly. Hakuji isn’t there. Normally the pinkette would be sipping at tea and pouring Enmu a cup. He must have already left. Oh well. His light body drags itself to the bathroom, tripping over dirty clothes. They’re his own. All scattered about on his side of the dorm.

NoteditedbyJulez78

I know I’m already working on a new fic at the moment (Favorite Toy)…but ya’ll, I just couldn’t help myself. I STARTED ANOTHER FANFIC! It’ll be dropping soon enough!! Here’s a snippet ;) 
          
          Devotion was only ever known for Enmu’s elegance and perfection. The whole doctoring duty was a mere facade. Only to get closer to the founder. Enmu Tamio is many things. Ruthless, bitter and particularly intelligent. His wordplay and hypnosis got him exceptionally far when the outbreak came of. Normally he wouldn’t offer his services, Douma just couldn’t help but reel him in. Not with arousal, but charm.
              Enmu was easy to woo. Only with the right people. And the cult leader was an easy choice. Sweet and polite, stern and calm. Not so much. At first, Enmu’s services were quite effective. Leading to success. The heading of the medical wing, an assistant to the sewing management. There wasn’t such thing as overworking himself, denying sleep was simple. It’s what helps him fight. In the dark of sleep. Waiting. Journaling. He knew the right things to others. It was all correct. All was going his way.