The Taste of Words Power. A word that sounded dirty when whispered and breathless when yelled. Hatred. A word that tasted like bitter pepper and was as thick as blood. Need. A word that trembled as it was spoken, a word that left behind a lonely taste on the tongue. Desperation. A word that crawled along the tongue, the lips, leaving behind a trail of slime. Shame. A word that that hummed and wept as it threw itself off the edge of the mouth. Pain. A word that slid across the teeth like fish oil, never quite disappearing however much a tongue was run over them.The Taste of Words
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Progression Twist, arch, block. Duck, step, slide. To by Hyuuga was to dance. Spin, step, jab. Thrust, step, block. To be Hyuuga was to be strong. Duck, twist, jab, step. Thrust, jab, step, block. To be Hyuuga was to be inhuman.Progression
Hinata realized these things of herself and her clan, every time she fought against Neji. They danced and he was strong, he was inhuman. They moved around each other and Neji took each hit w
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I (<3) you
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I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
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if you steal my art, you will be dragged off in the night and vivisected, inch by inch, with a rusty scalpel
(and Equilibrium & Terry Pratchett rock ;D)
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