no strings could secure you at the station

[are_you_99]

There is a boy of an unidentifiable age sitting at a piano. Shadows eclipse most of this room, the only light that shines comes from the ivory of the keys; but when there is little light, it serves not to illuminate, but rather to enhance the mystery.

You were not here before. Do you even remember where you had been before? Surely it matters not at this moment. There is a boy, there is a piano, and there is a small demon pushing at your legs - push, shuffle, push, until you're in the room and the door

clanks

shut.

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[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

Dying wasn't going to happen on Soul's watch, but fantastic orgasms were, the kind that they had created together. He bites back at Crona's own lip, kissing him breathlessly before his eyes flutter closed, unable to watch Crona's face like he always tries to any longer.

"F-fuck," he exclaims. "Crona!"

All he can think when he comes is the same two damn words, over and over and over: 'fuckin' amazing'.

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"...and whenever ye want," Soul somehow manages to add, because Soul is Soul, "I can reward you for that fuckin' amazing act by doin' it to you too."

....

And then he rests his head on Crona's shoulder again. :P