“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”
I'm trying to let go of bits of GK fic that will probably never morph into anything longer or more involved. If you follow me on twitter, you may have seen some of these in whole or in part.
CW: mouth injury/medical gore, non-negotiated "consensual yet not safe or sane" painplay, and the canon-typical power dynamics and et cetera one must expect from Tsurumi/Ogata, that "dead dove do not eat" of pairings
Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 18760516.