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    “Shame we didn’t get to talk before now."

    “I don’t really have anything to talk about, though,” says Kenma.

    Akaashi, eyes darker yet in the smouldering light, smiles. “I was counting on it.”

    On kindred spirits finding each other, sharp edges and all.

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  2. 12 May 2018

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  3. 03 May 2018

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  4. 14 Apr 2018

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    Smooth, flowing, like a quiet river running over pebbles, smoothing their edges and letting them lie still, until someone comes to disturb the water. There is no real disturbance here, just a wandering path away from one possibility to another. I very much like this for its poetic prose-like manner. I like the introspective way its written, how it could be simpler and is yet so much more deeper. It's the words resting on the tip of one's tongue and the emotions that guide them further.

    It's a bit like a character study or a relationship study, and I appreciate the writing style - but I really like the characterisations and how well these two characters are with and around each other. Nothing is explicit but nor is it simplistic; it just is.

  5. 22 Mar 2018

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    Son similares, son adorables, no esperaste esto pero es lo mejor.

  6. 28 Nov 2017

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  7. 05 Nov 2017

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  8. 19 Oct 2017

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  9. 18 Oct 2017

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  11. 04 Oct 2017

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    (

    The photographs are parentheses. They are an opening, an empty street corner, a leaf on the wind, the silhouetted backs of two girls in sailorfuku walking hand-in-hand down the road; they are a closure, a setting sun in the shadow of the bridge, a splash of rain by the gutter that’s nearly evaporated. Kenma has heard it said that a picture speaks a thousand words. Akaashi’s, by that token, should speak ten thousand at least. But they are not words. They are the possibility of words, the bracketed embrace, the pause on half-parted lips and the kind of nothing that simmers for more, more.

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  12. 03 Oct 2017

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  13. 02 Oct 2017

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  14. 02 Oct 2017

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  15. 01 Oct 2017

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    ♥♥♥ akaken in lark's wonderful words