I love you so much for this. So, so much. I feel like I could love you forever.
In his ideal world, Natsume will be slipping his clothes away from his body and he won’t jump away from the sight of his scaly arms. Bemu will be touching his face, and Natsume will touch his skin, that ugly, roughly textured skin, and not say a word about how it’s not the same as his. How it’s not normal. In reality, Natsume’s taking his hand in his and pulling Bemu to his chest. There’s no unadulterated contact between them, but Natsume might have as well stripped Bemu bare because it’s what it feels like right now. Everything that Bemu holds dear, it’s shattering into a million pieces. Hnnnn ;;________; I feel so sorry for both of them. Especially Bemu. He's so sad.
He’s lying. If his heart could transform, he’s sure that there are cracks forming on it with every second he has Natsume’s lips on his. *bawl* I love this love this love this asdfghjkl how did you think of this I love you. Makes it so painfulllll. Stop mutilating my heart. Wait, no, keep doing that, you're amazing at it ;;A;
“To tell you the truth,” Natsume says, scratching his head, “I think I’m kinda stalking you.” Stalkery love in Yokai Ningen Bem ♥
In his dreams, Natsume will be touching the unsightly bumps on his forehead, those hideous scars on his bodies and ugly scales on his forearms. He will let his hair down, hat off, and clothes away to let Natsume see him, the real him. He usually stops at this stage, because he doesn’t want to hope that they can get past this. In reality, Natsume’s trying to trace his fingers on Bemu’s neck and slip his hand inside his shirt to his collarbone and Bemu pushes him away. ♥♥♥ ;;A; My hearttttttt. The desire and insecurities, everything. I love how you're portraying them, Bemu's dislike of himself and everything. I'm abusing the word everything. Anyway.
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In his ideal world, Natsume will be slipping his clothes away from his body and he won’t jump away from the sight of his scaly arms. Bemu will be touching his face, and Natsume will touch his skin, that ugly, roughly textured skin, and not say a word about how it’s not the same as his. How it’s not normal.
In reality, Natsume’s taking his hand in his and pulling Bemu to his chest. There’s no unadulterated contact between them, but Natsume might have as well stripped Bemu bare because it’s what it feels like right now. Everything that Bemu holds dear, it’s shattering into a million pieces.
Hnnnn ;;________; I feel so sorry for both of them. Especially Bemu. He's so sad.
He’s lying. If his heart could transform, he’s sure that there are cracks forming on it with every second he has Natsume’s lips on his.
*bawl* I love this love this love this asdfghjkl how did you think of this I love you. Makes it so painfulllll. Stop mutilating my heart. Wait, no, keep doing that, you're amazing at it ;;A;
“To tell you the truth,” Natsume says, scratching his head, “I think I’m kinda stalking you.”
Stalkery love in Yokai Ningen Bem ♥
In his dreams, Natsume will be touching the unsightly bumps on his forehead, those hideous scars on his bodies and ugly scales on his forearms. He will let his hair down, hat off, and clothes away to let Natsume see him, the real him. He usually stops at this stage, because he doesn’t want to hope that they can get past this.
In reality, Natsume’s trying to trace his fingers on Bemu’s neck and slip his hand inside his shirt to his collarbone and Bemu pushes him away.
♥♥♥ ;;A; My hearttttttt. The desire and insecurities, everything. I love how you're portraying them, Bemu's dislike of himself and everything. I'm abusing the word everything. Anyway.
The ending is love ♥ Hur. Great, great Joo *hug*