*reposted/reformatted for blog purposes* -Hakuouki: Oni Dreams- In the night-every night-he can feel it. Pulsing. Burning. Aching. Closing his eyes, he holds his breath. He waits. The images come. These sored dreams are, for all their perversion, everything he cares to remember. And yet, he fights to forget. The sensation, reminiscent of the quench of … Continue reading Hakuouki: Oni Dreams (poetry, HijiChi inspired)