Please proofread, tear my work to shreds.
Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 4:24 pm
#1
I’d love to say our hands our intertwined but that would be inappropriate. She doesn’t have hands.
I bet she’d smile at the thought.
I’d love to say her fingers are caressing my perspiring face. She doesn’t have fingers.
I bet she’d smirk at the wish.
I’d love to notice that fact that she lacks the appendages that make someone normal. She’s doesn’t need normality.
I bet she’d make her wry little mouth into a perfect Δ.
I’d love to say I knew where my heart ended and hers began. She doesn’t have a clue.
I bet she’d stop and give me the face.
I’d love to say I don’t know what the face means. She knows I do.
#2
“Hisao, are you okay?”
I say yes. My heart says no.
“It’s fine, I’m only a little tired”
I’m not lying. I don’t lie to her.
“You should take a break”
I should take a break. But I won’t.
“Right after I make sure you finish”
#3
This is embarrassing. Well here’s the problem, I don’t know if it’s meant to be embarrassing.
I stand beneath a ladder, holding it steady, occasionally passing a brush or fresh palette to her. For the first time this year Rin is wearing a skirt. Rin is painting. Rin is painting in a skirt. I feel like a terrible person, but I’m conflicted. Does she want me to be this, for lack of a better word, excited? Or am I just an idiot senior with nothing but perverse thoughts crowding my head? Is it both?
I know Rin does most things for a reason. Her actions usually make sense, in the purely logical arena at least. She turns away when she feels words are unneeded. She says only what she really thinks needs to be said. She never pushes you away, only shows you that you cannot grow close. Does she really want me looking up at, well, her panties?
It’s not as though it’s a tantalizing shimmer of stripes, or a flash of a white canvas every so often, it’s a blatant and utterly erotic full view of black lace. It’s a black lace that lets you see too much, yet just enough to keep you from salivating, and never, ever lets you look away. It’s a black lace that gives you the false hope of seeing, seeing something, anything.
Let me reiterate, this is embarrassing, for two reasons. One, I’m, well, aroused. Yes, I said it, thankfully, or perhaps not so thankfully, in my head. Two, I can’t tell if she would want me to look down and away, or ask her to come down and then ravage her where she stood.
The weirdest thing of all? I think she’s smiling.
Let the ravaging begin.
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Me and my friend wrote this stuff after discovering and 100%'ing Katawa Shoujo last Friday. It was our first time reading a VN and we thought well, maybe we should write something.
P.S. I'm happy I only found out how to use the "skip" option AFTER I hit the 98% mark.
I’d love to say our hands our intertwined but that would be inappropriate. She doesn’t have hands.
I bet she’d smile at the thought.
I’d love to say her fingers are caressing my perspiring face. She doesn’t have fingers.
I bet she’d smirk at the wish.
I’d love to notice that fact that she lacks the appendages that make someone normal. She’s doesn’t need normality.
I bet she’d make her wry little mouth into a perfect Δ.
I’d love to say I knew where my heart ended and hers began. She doesn’t have a clue.
I bet she’d stop and give me the face.
I’d love to say I don’t know what the face means. She knows I do.
#2
“Hisao, are you okay?”
I say yes. My heart says no.
“It’s fine, I’m only a little tired”
I’m not lying. I don’t lie to her.
“You should take a break”
I should take a break. But I won’t.
“Right after I make sure you finish”
#3
This is embarrassing. Well here’s the problem, I don’t know if it’s meant to be embarrassing.
I stand beneath a ladder, holding it steady, occasionally passing a brush or fresh palette to her. For the first time this year Rin is wearing a skirt. Rin is painting. Rin is painting in a skirt. I feel like a terrible person, but I’m conflicted. Does she want me to be this, for lack of a better word, excited? Or am I just an idiot senior with nothing but perverse thoughts crowding my head? Is it both?
I know Rin does most things for a reason. Her actions usually make sense, in the purely logical arena at least. She turns away when she feels words are unneeded. She says only what she really thinks needs to be said. She never pushes you away, only shows you that you cannot grow close. Does she really want me looking up at, well, her panties?
It’s not as though it’s a tantalizing shimmer of stripes, or a flash of a white canvas every so often, it’s a blatant and utterly erotic full view of black lace. It’s a black lace that lets you see too much, yet just enough to keep you from salivating, and never, ever lets you look away. It’s a black lace that gives you the false hope of seeing, seeing something, anything.
Let me reiterate, this is embarrassing, for two reasons. One, I’m, well, aroused. Yes, I said it, thankfully, or perhaps not so thankfully, in my head. Two, I can’t tell if she would want me to look down and away, or ask her to come down and then ravage her where she stood.
The weirdest thing of all? I think she’s smiling.
Let the ravaging begin.
__________
Me and my friend wrote this stuff after discovering and 100%'ing Katawa Shoujo last Friday. It was our first time reading a VN and we thought well, maybe we should write something.
P.S. I'm happy I only found out how to use the "skip" option AFTER I hit the 98% mark.