Sorry as always for not updating on time or replying to reviews. I just can't think of anything to say beyond 'okay, I'll write more!' and 'you should write something LexZex too! Your writing's good!'. But I creep all your pages faithfully I promise.
85. Entangled
Light brown against pale cream, hands clasped comfortably together. Reddish hair against a grey canvas. Two coffees, one black, and other with a hint of cream, drunk interchangeably. A night bundled in green sheets, the next in blue ones. Their lives, Zexion thought in mild astoundment, were so intertwined that he could no longer tell where his ended and Lexaeus's began.
The eighty-fifth. Fifteen to go.
Maybe triple tonight, not sure. Going to see what I can do!
-Josiy x