On principle, the fic wins. In the facts, I want to get my hands on iiiiiiiiiiit pleez.
It was the sort of thing he did when he was in a mood, like the time he burned all her clothes and told her to wear his robes or nothing at all. They were too big, and so he tore them short, sashing her with a length of cord and binding up her sleeves. It was a new experience, being dressed by Sensei, a reversal of roles. It was something she treasured.
I love this part. I find it so beautiful. The entire snippet is very evocative. *me likes*
OroAnko pr0n?
I wouldn't mind reading this fic. >_>
(each was lovingly chosen from talented icon-makers' posts, because I have no icon-making skeelz whatsoever. :D)
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Date: 2007-05-18 01:33 pm (UTC)It was the sort of thing he did when he was in a mood, like the time he burned all her clothes and told her to wear his robes or nothing at all. They were too big, and so he tore them short, sashing her with a length of cord and binding up her sleeves. It was a new experience, being dressed by Sensei, a reversal of roles. It was something she treasured.
I love this part. I find it so beautiful. The entire snippet is very evocative. *me likes*
OroAnko pr0n?
I wouldn't mind reading this fic. >_>
(each was lovingly chosen from talented icon-makers' posts, because I have no icon-making skeelz whatsoever. :D)