hiii i came across your kenjaku fic and the first sentence alone gave me immense chills, so i grew very curious, and wanted to let you know my thoughts! <3
i like the way you described death in the first paragraph in that it felt very peaceful, but that it also felt like an everyday occurrence for kenjaku, which it is. at the same time, there's something so sacred too in the way they view it, and something very… inconsequential. it is only an ember, not even a flame. it needs only a gust of air, not even anything harder or stronger to extinguish it. to kenjaku and everything surrounding them, this had been inevitable.
and something about the way it is written, in that the act is still very erotic, but with all the taboo and moral depravity at the same time is confusingly stimulating to my brain, if it makes sense. the way you kept repeating the sentence so that it may burn itself into our head. phenomenal. it is giving me so many chills
it is so very interesting either how this is connection to them. kenjaku has changed bodies so often now that they exist only as something disconnected, something that is its own entity; now as they occupy your body, now as their nerves connect with yours—why, only then is this an integration of your being to theirs. waughhhghhg so incredibly good!!!
You’re holding your father’s hand, walking up a snowy mountain trail. The world is quiet. Every breath that leaves your lips turns into vapour, into smoke. You think yourself a dragon. — i love this so very much; the last sentence especially. it reminds me of the cadence and rhythm of a haiku, something succint and with all the meaning in the world. it only reinforces to me the idea that next to kenjaku, you're nothing more than a molehill thinking itself a mountain. that to a dragon, a real one, the existence of an ant is barely even registered. but i don't even mean it in a bad way, if it makes sense? like, to kenjaku, it feels like that is the appeal; like the prospect of dreaming big nurtures the brain far more, makes it of a better body too.
i also very much love the description of […] corpse slumped over on the floor: dead-eyed, about to pale again, staring up at them with animal dumbness. because that is such a dehumanising way of viewing it, which fits perfectly within kenjaku's thoughts !!
wah, i enjoyed reading this very lots. i love how fucked up it, how incredibly interesting it must have been to put yourself in the shoes of theirs to allow the thoughts to flow. it was such a cool read, thank you so much for writing it all!!!
🥺🥺 i’m very sorry for the late response, thank you so MUCH for reading and taking the time to write out your thoughts like this, it genuinely made my day!!!!!!
i was really happy with that kenjaku piece so seeing the lines you liked (the one of reader’s memory with their dad i was especially happy with ……) and the feelings it evoked in you was such a treat!!!!! kenjaku really does view death from a detached point of view— they definitely still feel heartache and loss but i wanted to convey their unique experience as someone who can tread into the bodies of anyone they lose and carry it with them (as well as someone who has always known loss). they’ll never get to speak to you again, and that’s a point of devastation for them, but it’s at least somewhat dulled by the familiarity of those emotions and this new bond they get to share with you. + i’m sooooo pleased that the blend between romance and eroticism and moral depravity was stimulating to your brain haha that’s exactly what i was hoping!!!!!! >:3c i genuinely think it’s . romantic. and they definitely do. but it’s layered in everything that’s happening and what they’re doing to you the second you die.
again, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!!!!! i’m absolutely delighted 😭💗
