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Title: Hoshi no Suna
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sevenswells
Rating: NC-17 more or less
(One True) Pairing: Gackt/Miyavi
Warnings: Not safe for work, yaoi, angst, alternate universe.
Word Count: 1 968 w.
Comments: I know, I'm very late. I mean, I try not to let whole months go by in between my updates, but this end of year proves itself to be... loaded, with all kind of stuff. It's like everything is happening at the same time, extremely positive things, extremely negative things and, for the two neuronal connections in my brain, it's way too much to bear, liek, too much information overload.
But do believe I'm really sorry, and try to stick with me plz. ^^
This chapter is dedicated only to my beta,kamexkame, because she said it was one of her favourites. ^^
By the way, it's my birthday today, heheh! (^_______^)v
It's like in that Blink 182 song: "nobody likes you when you're tweeenty-threeeeee..."
( Everything, around me, clicked like a well-oiled clockwork: the world fitted me like a glove. )
Author:
sevenswellsRating: NC-17 more or less
(One True) Pairing: Gackt/Miyavi
Warnings: Not safe for work, yaoi, angst, alternate universe.
Word Count: 1 968 w.
Comments: I know, I'm very late. I mean, I try not to let whole months go by in between my updates, but this end of year proves itself to be... loaded, with all kind of stuff. It's like everything is happening at the same time, extremely positive things, extremely negative things and, for the two neuronal connections in my brain, it's way too much to bear, liek, too much information overload.
But do believe I'm really sorry, and try to stick with me plz. ^^
This chapter is dedicated only to my beta,
kamexkame, because she said it was one of her favourites. ^^By the way, it's my birthday today, heheh! (^_______^)v
It's like in that Blink 182 song: "nobody likes you when you're tweeenty-threeeeee..."
( Everything, around me, clicked like a well-oiled clockwork: the world fitted me like a glove. )
