A/N: This prompt was from Anzer'ke. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Fanfiction. It's only slightly illegal.
She's drinking like a desert, lips and fingers stained from cherries she didn't know how to eat, because she's never eaten cherries before and how was she supposed to know that if you bit into cherries they bled like little purple hearts and did all cherries taste of copper and salt? She shivers but doesn't shiver, and her body is convinced there's a poison inside it, and maybe there is, and maybe the poison is her soul, and her soul's getting all bitchy at her body because it never lets her have any fun, and they're playing chess with heavy artillery inside her and neither of them know the rules. She's gasping through the copper-purple-heartblood-cherry in her mouth, as if the air around her knows all the answers and it won't tell them to her and maybe, just maybe, it's gonna be too late before she figures them out, and what will Vinny say if he sees her like this?
And he does see her like this, because he's above her and around her and underneath her, like the sky and the earth and something else that isn't the sky and the earth which she hasn't decided a name for yet. But he's stained, stained by the cherries on her fingers, and it runs down his cheeks from his eyes and his eyes are cherries too, don't you know? And she's been trying to eat them for so long but he wouldn't let her, because he didn't want her to get to the little stone in the centre and break her teeth. But maybe if he'd let her, she would've known how to eat cherries and this wouldn't have happened and she'd have no teeth but she wouldn't be sitting on his lap, coughing, spitting up her life because her body thinks her soul is poison and it wants it out.
And the cherry-tears that dripped down his face are drying black and cracked, and his hair is wild and snarled like little fishing hooks to catch her soul when it comes out, but she won't let it come out, she won't, but it hurts so damn much.
With a final, wrenching cough, she retches. Her soul stays in, but maybe it doesn't, because she feels like she's lost something, and she never really gets it back. And she gasps, because the air knows all the answers and it won't tell her, and it's too late. And what would Vinny think if he could see her now? And he does see her now, because he's above her and around her and underneath her, but in another way he can't see her now, because he's lying below her, the blood drying on his face and his chest, his eyes closed with finality. And he never let her eat the cherries in his eyes, and now she'll never get to, because he's hidden them somewhere she can't follow; the air knows the answers, because Vinny's the air now, and he always knows the answers. But he can't tell them to her.
Not anymore.
A/N: Yeah, not the most inventive way to use the prompt, I know, but I've been wanting to experiment with realism and more disturbing imagery for a while now, and I think this came off quite well.
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