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Imagined.
By: pixie paramount (?)
Kannazuki no Miko, Chikane/Himeko & you never imagined this
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You imagine this.
You imagine you skin touching hers, your hands in her hair and your fingers--lips, tongue, teeth--reverent over every part of her.
You imagine this.
You imaging her and you and this world. You imagine you both--together (forever)--and it's enough.
You imagine this. But not the way it's playing out.
She's crying--you never imagined that--and she's pushing you away, scooting away from you like you're some horrid beast trying gobble her up. All you want to do is make her understand, to follow through--to hate you--but not like this.
But it's the only way.
The kiss tastes like purgatory and the light you fell in love with is gone (you smothered it, you killed it).
You (never) imagin(ed) this.