Tekken 8 hwoarang5/23/2023 ![]() “they were fine,” he answers, nose poking over the cover, which faintly muffles his voice. even his blind eye seems to focus on him, the missing iris tangible even if invisible. Hwoarang lowers the futon cover gradually, revealing a fiery bedhead and an attentive gaze that already looks in jin’s direction, studying his face as he comes into view once the cotton no longer obstructs his vision. so they still ask every morning, even if one of them hadn’t prior been startled from repose by the other’s violent response to another disturbing dream. they r both switches but that's what happens in this fic specificallyĮvidently, having lived the lives they have, it simply pays to expect the worst.well for now anyway lmao i feel like t8 might ruin my fantasy.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply.
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