aroceu's ficThe documentation of a relationship that’s more than a brief encounter, longer than a week in summer, and closer than any distance that words can’t cross.
A collaboration with renaissance
“The risk I took was calculated – but man, am I bad at math.”
A collaboration with renaissance
She dries her hands off on Shoyo’s shirt and lifts it over his shoulders and head. Her fingers are warm but the paint is cold and it makes him shiver when she colors his collar bones navy blue. She accents each of his ribs slowly. It tickles but he tries not to squirm.