[ Her voice was sweet in his ear, as sweet as any of the birds who'd called to him back in Sōtenbori. Crowding about him when he turned up bleeding, turning solicitous in those evenings when he walked alone. No, he thought. Lovelier. More dangerous.
Majima pressed a kiss to Justine's temple and let his fingers play with the dark ends of her hair. ]
You already saw part of it, didn't ya?
[ His voice was quiet now -- a low rumble that started in the back of his chest. There was a little birthmark on his throat below his chin, visible now without his collar or jacket to get in the way. ]
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Majima pressed a kiss to Justine's temple and let his fingers play with the dark ends of her hair. ]
You already saw part of it, didn't ya?
[ His voice was quiet now -- a low rumble that started in the back of his chest. There was a little birthmark on his throat below his chin, visible now without his collar or jacket to get in the way. ]
It was punishment, Justine. I wasn't a good dog.