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yuujis the coolest! Also I write..

[lucrezianoin]

Moto Hagio's works I have read in order of how much I loved it. To be honest, I adored everything. I am still missing (but bought) Barbara, Clan Poe, Star Red, Lil' Leo, Heart of Thomas and some one shots. I also got Mesh in Japanese, we'll see if I can read it with google translator.

Okay for now without a doubt "Silver Triangle" is my favorite of Moto Hagio works. I love time- SPOILER, SPOILER and SPOILER etc. And how the story unfolded? revealing element after element?? I am crying. Two of my favorite pages:

[hoesocksworld]

Hey there, I commented on your thing saying I was down to talk about a Cruel God Reigns and you didn't see it for a while and i didn't see your response for a while some I'm coming here to say I'm always down to talk about a Cruel God Reigns hmu any time. I think I'll probably never stop thinking about it as long as I live.

It’s on my mind or crosses my mind at least once a day it’s all I can think about

[hoesocksworld]

The Final Show

Chrollo Lucilfer x Female Reader

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╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

As his hand moved in a direction only his mind could comprehend so did she, the feeling of pure bliss and endless fulfillment dangling in between the pair. But that was only from his point of view.

Chrollo wasn’t much the type to ask questions he believed he already knew the answers to. Chrollo knew you loved him and what he could make you feel, you couldn’t deny it not even if you wanted to. The late night walks, the long conversations about anything you could both think of bringing you two closer. He truly saw you and you felt seen.

He gave you hope.

He was the only one to give you anything in life really and he used that to his advantage. He would get the best seats in the house each time. The balcony view to the left in the concert hall. He enjoyed the feeling it brought to his soul or maybe it wasn’t his soul at all maybe it was something more. Nonetheless it was a powerful feeling, the kind of feeling like no other. The kind of feeling you get when you suddenly look up at the sky above you and see birds flying in large groups, thinking where they might be going in such a rush. Wondering what the breeze feels like for them up there and then your mind suddenly takes a turn and leads you down a path unimaginable. Those kinds of feelings of curiosity of what tomorrow and the next day after that could bring.

Anyone looking out at the scene would mistake that Chrollo was all alone in that room, just a man who’s in his own world playing pretend of his favorite conductor from an orchestra he once saw. He didn’t mind the whispers and the odd looks he would get as long as he had you he was fine to be who he truly wanted to be. He loved you very much, more than you would ever be able to comprehend.

He smiles as his mind travels back to the days where you were by his side visiting the same orchestras. Memories of you whispering in his ear just before the show would start about how much you loved everything, the lights the drama the storytelling, how it was music to your ears. How you wished you could learn to play the cello and be down there on stage shining as bright as you wanted. Shining as bright as he knew you could. And each time he listened to you earnestly thinking sometimes of how he could make your dreams come true.

And in the end he did.

The music is wrapping up now and the lights are dimming. Everything fades away and goes black, just like you. Chrollo is alone in the abyss he created himself.

Never leaving, forever there with just you.

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It’s the first fanfic I’ve written in over 5 years hope you liked it.

[hoesocksworld]

I need someone to talk to about a cruel Gods reigns with.. DESPERATELY!!