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How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well,
a long dark throat. Enter any body
of water and you give yourself up
to be swallowed.
- "After Touching You, I Think of Narcissus Drowning", Leila Chatti
“Just why am I in love with you?” Iwaizumi sighs out, half-exasperated, ghost of a laugh caught in his throat. “Also the medals are new, the original Olympics used laurels.”
- "unholy what you know" by periphas (earthshaker)
For Dia!! Expect the fic to accompany this sometime sooner or later, writing has been not unlike slogging through mud lately. I hope this can bring you some joy until then <3
For anyone else: go read the lovely fic, linked above. Post-canon iwaoi can only bring you joy!
How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well,
a long dark throat. Enter any body
of water and you give yourself up
to be swallowed.
- "After Touching You, I Think of Narcissus Drowning", Leila Chatti
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