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tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-09-16 04:46 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-09-16 04:46 pm
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[Fic] Sugared Candy (unedited)
Aleran lay under a tree in the corner of Yuno, staring up into the star filled sky, with an open tin of round, sugar-filled goodies beside him.
A hard piece of candy rolled around his mouth, clacking against the sides of his teeth, scraping the wet insides of his mouth. He could feel the saccharine burn of the sugared candy against his tongue, and he had sucked on so many pieces of unchewable candy that he could taste blood where the candy's sharp edges had cut him.
This darkness, this night, he didn't want to think about what was happening at this very moment -- not behind his back, not without his consent, because this wasn't something he didn't agree to.
The candy had long ago stopped tasting sweet, the sugar fast becoming a dull numbness on his tongue, mouth. He had taken far too much of it, the acidic burn of sugar mixing with blood and spit in his mouth. But he couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop this kind of faintly pleasurable torture as he thought about what this night would mean to him, what this night would change.
He might gain a child.
But he was going to lose something in return.
A hard piece of candy rolled around his mouth, clacking against the sides of his teeth, scraping the wet insides of his mouth. He could feel the saccharine burn of the sugared candy against his tongue, and he had sucked on so many pieces of unchewable candy that he could taste blood where the candy's sharp edges had cut him.
This darkness, this night, he didn't want to think about what was happening at this very moment -- not behind his back, not without his consent, because this wasn't something he didn't agree to.
The candy had long ago stopped tasting sweet, the sugar fast becoming a dull numbness on his tongue, mouth. He had taken far too much of it, the acidic burn of sugar mixing with blood and spit in his mouth. But he couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop this kind of faintly pleasurable torture as he thought about what this night would mean to him, what this night would change.
He might gain a child.
But he was going to lose something in return.