N E P E N T H E
- Dim Aldebaran -
The Moulin Rouge, and its ruddy shadows; its dream of Lilith; its chalice of Death's own wine—
Too long a time apart, too short—? She knew not, only that the parting had been jade despair.
The first sip, she had killed a man, and had wished to die for a time.
Then, the desk job, for death was sweeter when graced by the green god.
And now: she had killed again. It had been different, somehow: perhaps it had been those cool blue eyes, so different from this peridot fever.
Staring into the Byzantine shadows, she sipped her nepenthe.
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Written for the 'green' prompt of af100 and drabble 100. 100 words. HS & AF.
Genius Nepenthes is a drabble collection of Artemiscentric oneshots. People will notice that there's reposts here; I've been doing some reconstructing.
There's a healthy variety of POV, pairing and subject matter, so hopefully these will be interesting. There will be commentary on each drabble on my livejournal. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and will be taken into account. Thanks!
