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Mature | M/M | 2k words | Ogata Hyakunosuke/Vasily Pavlichenko | POV Second Person | The Russian Civil War | Psychosis | Hallucinations | Vasya is doing bad. | More tags on AO3

Ever since then, there's a bite in your jaw that doesn't heal; for ages, you've been scratching it into nothing with a frightening mania. Ten years ago, the only thing that could’ve ended it lay faceless at your feet. It's been too long. His features have mostly vanished from your memory. You still try to draw him sometimes. “And you can't even draw here.” What do you want from me? “Nothing. I'd like my eye back, though, but I don't think that's happening.”

It's 1917 — the start of the Russian Civil War, and ten years after Ogata's passing. A catpured Vasya reminisces at the end of his road.

im just fucking with you my liege

koito doodle for pose study :3

two guys who sleep in each other’s arms at night because they’re both afraid the other will try kill them in their sleep

тиньков поясняет за голден камуй

я понимаю что тут мало русскоговорящих но я знаю я верю что вас хотя бы три. и не обладаю желанием идти на другие платформы. если эдит вас нашел - это судьба. спасибо

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