Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and its characters belong to Square Enix and many others. Sadly, I'm not one of them.
Revised and edited January 7, 2007.
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Metathesiophobia or, Moving Forward
By Lady Calliope
Part Two: Erythrophobia
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She looks good in red.
Her curves like a pear covered all in silk—I've never seen her in a dress before. Tough skin but sweet and luscious once you capture her with your mouth. You suck, lick her bone dry. Can't you see? You're desiccating her, soldier.
She looks good in red.
Mouth panting, salt dripping in her eyes, checking vitals—everyone, even me. Her fingers linger at your pulse, a flickering caress. Hands slick with life, some hers and some not. Her skin is always bloody when you're in need. She hides her hands like shame when you stare too long at the flower girl.
"You look good in red."
Capillaries flood her cheeks as muscles tighten, loosen. I just told her what's in my eyes.
"He's blind if he's not seein' it. Don't waste your time."
Embrace or deny? Kiss or cuff? I don't know what I want her to do anymore than she does. I'm too old for this. But she just turns away into the crowd, leaving me to question these new thoughts.
I only told her what's in my eyes.