No, not just absolutely, but rather, the worst idea he has ever had in his entire life.
Shadow wishes desperately that he didn't get a little too buzzed that night. "Write out your feelings," said Rouge. "Might just make you feel better," she said. "No one will ever know," she fucking SAID.
Yet here he is, doing it, despite the fact that his mind is screaming at him that this is a really bad idea.
Word upon word, drawing upon drawing (insignificant to show off the figure's true beauty), ramble upon ramble... nothing that he would ever personally let out except for in this book. This book that he plans to soak in water and dump away afterward, completely anonymous for no one to understand or know. Not even Rouge.
... Well, hopefully not even Rouge.
By this description, this chain of events, one might even think he is writing about Rouge, but upon inspection, it's clear that he isn't.
He is writing about a hedgehog.
A very certain azure hedgehog, it is.
Him and how he makes him want to smile, how he wants to go against his vow of distancing, how he wants to take him in his hands, to hug him, to cuddle with him, to explore his very being, to find everything that makes him tick, to make him... his.
i guess at shadow's place or smth???? LMFAOGJKg
Absolutely ridiculous.
No, not just absolutely, but rather, the worst idea he has ever had in his entire life.
Shadow wishes desperately that he didn't get a little too buzzed that night. "Write out your feelings," said Rouge. "Might just make you feel better," she said. "No one will ever know," she fucking SAID.
Yet here he is, doing it, despite the fact that his mind is screaming at him that this is a really bad idea.
Word upon word, drawing upon drawing (insignificant to show off the figure's true beauty), ramble upon ramble... nothing that he would ever personally let out except for in this book. This book that he plans to soak in water and dump away afterward, completely anonymous for no one to understand or know. Not even Rouge.
... Well, hopefully not even Rouge.
By this description, this chain of events, one might even think he is writing about Rouge, but upon inspection, it's clear that he isn't.
He is writing about a hedgehog.
A very certain azure hedgehog, it is.
Him and how he makes him want to smile, how he wants to go against his vow of distancing, how he wants to take him in his hands, to hug him, to cuddle with him, to explore his very being, to find everything that makes him tick, to make him... his.
He bites his lip hard.
No one should ever know.
Especially not him.]