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13 June 2008 @ 01:36 am
And, someday, in cartoon form.  
So warm...

Meaty. Pulpy. Slick, waxy fat, and almost thready, textured muscle...

The silky wetness of the blood, sticking to her fingers and coating her hands...

And so very, very warm.

It was the warmth that stayed with her, that wouldn't leave her memory, even long after it had left the double handful of treasure that held her endlessly fascinated, fingers probing great veins and arteries, fingertips exploring every tiny nuance of texture, it's complex beauty and simple functionality holding her bottomless interest even as she held it in her hands.

She was almost completely unaware of the room around her by then... The knife at her side, his bloodless, open-chested body, the green-tinted glass of the emptied bottle, or the crisp, acrid scent of wormwood that lingered in the air, mingled with the coppery scent of blood...

Even her own voice seemed distant, a windy whisper from another place as she sat, entranced by her prize, her lips barely moving, her breath barely escaping her... Repeating the joking comment he'd made that had so completely captured her imagination as the green fairies danced in her mind, until she'd had no choice but to bring it to life...

"...Absinthe makes the heart grow fondled..."
 
 
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Soundtrack:: the Brandenburg Concertos
 
 
 
alexthe_leaking_pen on June 16th, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
ow. That one hurt.