I come upon him and he is
startled; he glides
to the rock's rim; he wheels, setting in motion
the stripes of his body, yet not going
anywhere. And, though the books say
it can't be done, since his eyes are set
too far apart in the narrow skull, I'm not
lying when I say that he lifts his face and looks
into my eyes and I look back until
we are both staring hard
at each other. He wants to know
just where in this bright, blue-faced world
he might be safe. he wants to go on with the
flow of his life. Then he straightens
his shining back and drops
from the rocks and rockets through
the tangle of weeds, sliding, as he goes, over
my bare foot. Then it vanishes
into the shade and the grass, down to
some slubby stream, having
startled me in return. But this is a
small matter. What I would speak of, rather,
is the weightless string of his actually soft and
nervous body; the nameless stars of his eyes.
"[Locus standi Has Been Initiated] ... [MAKE YOUR CASE!]"
-Excerpt from Chapter 13 of Snake Eyes by KillingJoke98.
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Yeah, if he looked at me like that I'd shut up and listen too.
Another fic rec. This banger's a Danganronpa THH fic! Been a while since I've gone here but this lad is dear to me. He has final girl energy and Makoto-typical luck. A fucking terrifying combination, let me tell you!
This fic is ongoing and on hiatus as of me posting this. I fucking promise you it slaps. Give it a shot!! It's got murder and violence and mystery and betrayal and all the makings of a fantastic DR fic, but through the lens of a protagonist who needs a chance to lay down for 18 hours straight. Somebody please crack open your sewing kit-