The Bitter Taste of You
Inspiration:
His lips were stained red by the wine they were sharing, slightly swollen from their needy kisses.
Story: What's New, Pussycat?
By: Ashtarok
Website: Ao3
The taste of him was tart, yet sweet between chaste kisses. They lingered now and left a bitter taste on his tongue. It grew more and more venomous on his lips until it finally burned him raw. The sensation became unpleasant and the aftertaste sour.
Tart like days old blueberries. Bitter like pure, black coffee. Like a toxin the burned as he swallowed, the poison searing his throat. That's what it felt like, tasted like: betrayal.
Every kiss, every smile, every look reeked with it. Every kiss too quick. Every smile staged. Every look remorseful.
He knew the pain his once upon a time lover suffered. He knew the ache in his bones. He knew the strain disguised with his voice. He knew that the blue of his lips was not from the cold but from the venom that had clawed its way threw his chest and spread like wild fire. He watched it. He craved it. He loved it.
He couldn't seem to stop himself. He loved the feeling: that feeling of power. The dependence he had. It gave him a sense of pride to know how tight his hold was on him. He did nothing but work to please him. He bowed to his knees to kiss his feet and then rose once more to whisper his undying love and loyalty in his deaf ears, those that left his words cold and meaning less.
It was like a sweet torture. He rose, and he bowed. He loved an unrequited love. He knew that to be true, yet he, just the same, loved the feeling.
Also, this is not about the book, which is lovely by the way. I simply took the line and let my mind roam, which is the main point of these short works. It has no attachment to the story What's New, Pussycat other than that is where I read the line.
And, there is also two "he"'s incase it is slightly confusing. And I more than likely will not be using any names in any of these works.
Thank you for reading. Enjoy.
