when we meet in hell (let's pretend we don't know each other)
TW: C/SA, human trafficking, violence, nsfw, sex, blowjobs
if a hunted animal could have a dream. what would it be? and, can two hunted animals learn to match each other as equal playmates or birds of a feather...instead of competitors in a duel?
a philosophical quandry about romance, dreams, reality, and a dilemma resolved as many are: by fucking
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So much of every emotion....
"press to hail the king"... has an intensity to it I can't put into words still.
"like the game or the bird" has me thinking about the hazy (nonexistent?) boundaries/overlap between/among love and harm, and care and calculation...
"When you look in the mirror"... just...
and the plastic wrap yeah... exactly, there's so much fear I think of moving or being moved even by "our loved ones"...
taking something seriously, taking responsibility... it's often frightening/threatening to engage and remove the plastic wrap. (But it's SO not harmless to treat people like that... the neglect and indifference towards life...)
I really appreciate the way you've expressed this, thanks
going to have to reread, there's a lot here on romance/romanticizing I want to think more about.
and just all the sweetness and love and silly and mischievous sex too, so good to see, so heartwarming