Kono Natsu No Oite
artist- Komugiko
scanlator/translator- ???
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Trofim - Romance
Reminds me about England and France. Can give lame translation, if you ask)
Arthur smokes and reads and sits in an overstuffed chair by a window splattered with rain and calls Francis frog from under his breath every so often. Francis is a grainy picture from 1974 when Arthur’s hair stood straight up in violent streaks and he lost himself in Paris because London had lost its appeal. They’d kissed under the Eiffel Tower and fucked in the backroom of a seedy bar while Francis chugged from a wine bottle and spilled half of it on Arthur’s chest and the couch under them. He’d licked it all gone and tutted in the back of his throat and said red is not your color, dear heart, and Arthur had been too young and angry and cynical for love, so he’d lusted instead.
I almost cry at the end, don’t know why or may be because i know why, and this is so touching and sad a lot, but this sadness is warm and i can not find a propper word, but on russian we call this “светлая грусть”.
