Ghostface Killah descended the marble staircase of one of his many palatial homes, his imposing figure wrapped in a silk robe of crimson and gold.
"Yo son?", he called out, an uncertain note in his distinctive voice. He had awoken to an empty bed, and this disappointed him.
The smell of cooking food reached his nostrils. He reached the bottom of the stairs and padded barefoot over the genuine tigerskin rug that covered most of the hall floor. As he turned into his sizeable kitchen, his eyes lit up with delight as he saw a short, broad figure leaning over the stove, tossing waffles in a pan.
Raekwon turned to greet him.
"Mornin', son", he said, with an impish smile.
The above is dedicated to the person who found this site like this. Unfortunately the above story can go no further due to a) my ethical qualms about "real people" slash, b) my fear of the Wu-Tang's lawyers. But I hope you found what you were looking for. I HOPE WE ALL DO.
"Yo son?", he called out, an uncertain note in his distinctive voice. He had awoken to an empty bed, and this disappointed him.
The smell of cooking food reached his nostrils. He reached the bottom of the stairs and padded barefoot over the genuine tigerskin rug that covered most of the hall floor. As he turned into his sizeable kitchen, his eyes lit up with delight as he saw a short, broad figure leaning over the stove, tossing waffles in a pan.
Raekwon turned to greet him.
"Mornin', son", he said, with an impish smile.
The above is dedicated to the person who found this site like this. Unfortunately the above story can go no further due to a) my ethical qualms about "real people" slash, b) my fear of the Wu-Tang's lawyers. But I hope you found what you were looking for. I HOPE WE ALL DO.
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