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kh_drabbleChallenge: [081] Trick or Treat
Title: Aftertaste
Word Count: 100 (YAY)
Notes: No spoilers. Larxene/Namine, noncon. I'm no good at fluff.
She claws her hand forward, wrist twisting. Papers scatter and splay, crunching under her feet and smudging the colours with each boot-print. Little witch all alone. No incantation to save her from gloved fingers that cup her cheek, press her hip, slither along her thigh.
A sharp whine from frozen lips. She sips it like rich wine and spits it back in the child's face.
"Stop."
"Say please."
"Please."
"No."
That is her trick.
The sob that follows, tight and broken and fragile and sickly sweet on her tongue, guides her hands beautifully. That sob, well.
That is her treat.
Title: Aftertaste
Word Count: 100 (YAY)
Notes: No spoilers. Larxene/Namine, noncon. I'm no good at fluff.
She claws her hand forward, wrist twisting. Papers scatter and splay, crunching under her feet and smudging the colours with each boot-print. Little witch all alone. No incantation to save her from gloved fingers that cup her cheek, press her hip, slither along her thigh.
A sharp whine from frozen lips. She sips it like rich wine and spits it back in the child's face.
"Stop."
"Say please."
"Please."
"No."
That is her trick.
The sob that follows, tight and broken and fragile and sickly sweet on her tongue, guides her hands beautifully. That sob, well.
That is her treat.
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