It wasn’t Lisa. A very similar accent floated back at him, a voice he had not heard in some time… “James. Have wewe finished for the night?” Hugh’s voice nearly cracked, and he tensed his diaphragm as hard as it would go to stop it. “Jo. I didn’t know wewe were—what are wewe doing here?”
Lisa turned off the water in the kuoga and leaned her forehead against the wall, letting tiny rivulets drip down out of her hair onto her shoulders,...
Hi! This is not really a fanfiction. This is just a "thought". I usually write this kind of things but it's the very first time I write something like this that is related to huli. I'm not a native english speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes. Hope wewe like it
The rain cracks upon the sidewalk. The sound of the drops hitting against the concrete echoes through the dark street. A man hears the echo of a hidden name that’s been guarded in a gloomy spot inside his own body to prevent anyone to know the way he spells it. But it’s a beguiling name that...
AN: This is a bit of a companion piece to “Guilt” (link) but can also be read as a stand-alone. - - -
He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, focused on the the fading white paint, ignoring the chatter of the city that could be heard from the open window. The sheets covered the lover half of his body, his bare chest exposed in the heat; and he shifted slightly, the woman besides him stirring. Looking over at her, he leaned closer to her face, just enough to let his lips brush her forehead, blue orbs met an exhausted pair of gray ones.