Warnings: Rated R. AU. Implied incest, although the genuine relationship is arguable. Violence in the form of metaphors. If you liked White Lilies, you might like this.
Ensanguined
In bed, he is cool and his fingers are numb. The clock drips with time wasted. He waits for the winged curtains to fold over the raven night, because the windows blind his eyes.
She falls at his side, twining arms around his neck and he is wrapped in a wreath of plump daisies. She kisses his cheeks, wetly, once on each side.
Because you are my brother, she says, because I love you.
She smiles as sweet as sticky cherry lollipops, and skips out of his room.
He watches her go, watches her because he likes the way her pigtails swish daintily behind her. He watches her because it is like watching the sun set. She leaves the room cold, but his cheeks are still warm with twin stars.
The heat spreads, for it always does, and the heat is never extinguished. It is home when it feasts on his grey spirit, at its zenith when it drowns him in a sea of blood.
He never, never, never struggles.
His body lifts, steps on ice with his boiling feet. He tiptoes to the hall cast in shadows and decaying motes of moonlight.
It is quiet.
She is in bed, cruelly dreaming dreams he does not know. His silhouette is silky and dark and on top of her.
He presses his mouth to hers. He smothers her with his kisses. She breathes him in and comes to life, bare legs brushing against his side again and again. They are smooth, soft. He touches them and she whimpers.
Her teeth cuts his lip. He pulls away and his heart bleeds, but he sees his blood spread on her white skin. They are like strawberries in a bowl of cream.
She licks them, licks them clean.
She breathes hard, eyes pretty when wet. Her mouth is moving, and he watches, fascinated. He hears bells ringing in the distance, clang-clanging as bright as polished silver.
The heat, the heat, the heat is spreading.
The silver siren thaws him and the raindrops across her face turn to fragments of frost. She is breaking apart, turning to ashes. Wind comes and nothing is left.
He is anguished. The clouds drench him in nightmares. He is hot, so hot.
His fingers are twigs and they reach for white and smoke, soft like down in his hands. He smothers her with his kisses. She breathes him in and falls still.
The windows blind his eyes. They are leaking blood.
There is a lunar eclipse tonight.
AN: Lunar eclipse last Wednesday. Happy Halloween.