#for mekdech

[athousandbyeol]

you are a literal angel, my lord. once i accept you as my own, you are mine for the rest of our lives.

[athousandbyeol]

pretty, you are. [mekdech fanfic]

"i like watching you this way. i can see the passion. the eagerness to learn. not many are like you, mek. i'm not like you either." "but you are now, sir," mek intervenes, catching dech's fall, never too late or too early, just the perfect timing, just when dech believes he doesn't want to be a devotee of fairytale endings and better beginnings—he's now, again, under this enchanting spell, this dizzying stupor—of mek and everything about him.

or a young master who falls for the boy teaching him muay thai—softly, word by word, paper on paper, touch by touch, against the lines that divide them.