Taste

Author's Note: Prompt number thirty nine. Continues with the sense perceptions. Enjoi!

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There's something magic about you, Jin, my husband. You taste like silver, did you know? Silver like one of the little fox spirits in the stories I used to read as a child.

You taste like silver and that's not a bad thing. You were made for more than an iron existence. You were made for strawberries and champagne and pretty, expensive things. Things that taste like bubbles and sugar and…silver.

Like you.

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Night number three without Jin was spent with the aftertaste of silver and champagne in Sun's mouth.