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White Chocolate Cherries
DominiqueLorcanRose
outer space, tranquil
Lorcan reminded Rose of white chocolate. It was because of that one time Aunt Ginny had sent the two of them out to buy ingredients for Teddy's birthday cake.
"No, get white chocolate," Lorcan had said, smacking her hand as it reached for the dark chocolate in the grocery store. "Dark is too… I don't know, loud."
Rose supposed he was right, in a way. There was something tranquil about white chocolate, something pure, sweet but at the same time muted, quieter somehow. Just like Lorcan, the quiet, peaceful boy. Lorcan was definitely white chocolate.
And if Lorcan's personality could be defined as white chocolate, then Dominique was definitely a cherry. She was loud and different, blasted down from outer space itself, full of flavor and meaning, and on the outside she was pretty and shiny and the perfect topping for any drink or dessert or any anything, but inside there was a hideous pit that could break your teeth if you didn't watch out.
And okay, maybe they matched, because white chocolate was too sweet on its own and cherries were too tangy on their own. Maybe together, they'd make the perfect little dish?
Whatever. Rose had always thought that white chocolate cherries tasted like shit anyway.