He lifts the glass to his lips, and takes a sip, letting the strong scent of grapes fill his nose, his tongue, his throat.1
“Well?”2
Butit is not only the sense of grape that fills his senses, no. There is another strong odour buried in the luscious taste of the fruit. 3
“It’s… grape?” The bitter copper rises inside his mouth. “No, blood?” It’s a joke, really. He knows she really couldn’t --4
“Both.”5
The red stain in the carpet never did wash off.6
Author notes
Prompt: "grape juice... or blood?"
Old piece, just decided to post this up, because! Fo gives the best prompts to me, in my opinion~. Not that I write them well.
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you write very well! could you add to this
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