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prompt: blood
She holds the point of her stiletto against his throat.
It’s one of her fingers, an extension of her hand. With it, she feels the way he swallows — the way his pulse beats.
Rhythmically. Steadily.
Yor increases the pressure, waiting for a reaction. None comes.
Her husband doesn’t even blink, blue eyes trained on her and nothing but her. She could push harder, break through skin. Walk away with her hands covered in his blood.
She steps closer, and now his pulse jumps. Not at the fact that she could kill him without blinking.
But for her, and only her.
100 words: Destiel
Words did not do justice to the beauty that was his love. Dean couldn’t describe it, didn’t want to describe it, but whenever he locked his gaze on those stormy blue eyes, he couldn’t bear to look away. Whenever he felt the ghost of a soft touch, he couldn’t help but lean into it. Whenever he heard that deep, gravelly voice, he couldn’t help but turn, desperate almost. Perhaps it had something to do with losing him before, yearning not to lose him a second time. Celestial was a fitting description, he thought, for something so different, yet so beautiful.
Ghost!Eruri Drabble [100 words]
Levi peered out from the fortress of his curled limbs. “How much longer are you going to stick around here?” His voice cracks, shatters.
Erwin doesn’t reply. Erwin never replies. He just lingers, on the edge of his Captain’s vision. Sometimes even behind closed eyes.
“You’re driving me crazy.” Levi can’t even convince himself. “I’m sick of this…” Pain. Sorrow. Suffering. “Bullshit.”
Erwin closed his eyes, strong brows knit together. He bent his head in mute apology.
“Then go. Leave me the hell alone!”
Erwin didn’t. He stayed beside him all night, like every night. Levi hated himself for weeping.
Ghost!Satosugu Drabble [100 words]
Phantom hands smooth Satoru’s hair, unwind the knots in his shoulders. So cold that he flinches at the contact, immediately apologetic.
“I’m still getting used to you like this.”
Satoru softens his mouth for a memory. The faintest taste of parchment, tea, ozone as his lover dissolves against his lips.
He has never before wished for more sight, never thought he’d be willing to bear it. But in these moments Satoru would trade his soul to catch a glimpse of Suguru’s lingering shade.
“You were supposed to wait for me,” he accuses, in weaker moments. Suguru does not defend himself.
an: wanted to keep going after my ghost!Eruri drabble yesterday! I find this format a really fun challenge.
snippets
"You shouldn't look at me like that." Wei Wuxian whispered as he cupped Lan Zhan's face, both were laying in bed together, calming their breathing after the activity they just did. "Like what?" Lan Zhan asked, voice a bit rasp as he turned to his side too, trapping Wei Ying's hand under his cheek.
"I don't know...." Wei Ying hesitated for a moment, searching the others face for a bit, "Like you could love me." He finally said biting his lip,
"I do," Lan Zhan replied without a beat passing, a small but sad smile formed at the others face as he leaned into Lan Zhan. "You shouldn't do that to yourself." He whispered before kissing his lover on the lips.