They are the same - wild blond hair and clear blue eyes off-set by golden skin glowing health. They sit across a chessboard pieces standing like sentinels in the waning light. Looking closer the pieces seem to live, to move. A peach lies to the side dust motes floating lightly about it. A breeze ruffles the twins' hair carrying the scent of copper with fruity undertones. The one on the right places his piece and reaches for the peach taking a bite. Carelessly he offers it to his other juices dripping off his claw-like fingers. The other looks away eyes distant as he gnaws his lip.
"Well, take it." The bluer eyes watch the ants crossing the board in search of sanctuary, they flicker to the out-held peach widen with shock, and then move to what should be it's matching pair. There's something dancing behind the vibrantly violet eyes that looks distinctly like disgust… and fear. "I don't want it." The bitten fruit is shoved further into his face. It weeps juice, pulsing an open heat brimming with the obscene life of maggots, bacteria, and rot. The younger turns aside. The hand before him is not human and it is scabbed over with offal. "Fine', the grin is feral, the canines pronounced, "wither away, see if I care!" They study the board in a tense silence. The thing, the peach is being eaten by the elder.
"What's the matter with you? You'll never finish this game if you don't move or eat this peach with me." The younger continues to study the board fingers twitching subtly in time to his breathing. "Maybe you've given up?" The teasing lilt sounds unsure. Shadows hide their faces as a leviathan passes overhead. "I don't care, besides I can't-the rot." His ever clear eyes alit on the 'peach'. It's a mockery of substance, of life - disgusting. He swallows his nausea and fingers a pawn craved in the shape of a girl. She huddles in her coat smiling pointing her fingers together and she blushes.
"Idiot." It's said softly, fondly and as he opens his mouth to respond his lips are met with the other's. The tastes of salt and alcohol as something sweetly bitter is forced in his mouth. The rough object scrapes his mouth as overlong canines pierce his lip. Blood drips down his chin as his Other pulls back red eyes searching his face. A hand like steel covers the younger's mouth. "The core is suppose to be poison so I doubt anything is in it." The smile is cocksure unlike his own - they really don't look anything alike. He sucks the peach pit while watching the world writhe and change - it's still his move.
This has been a one-shot.
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Well, that's it although I have one more thing to say... How is it I can have better then four hundred hits on this thing and no reviews? I'm not a review whore looking for tons of meaningless reviews, but I have to wonder at least a little bit. I mean is the work good, is it bad? What did it mean to you? I don't know and yet people seem to be reading it... Oh, well that's all.