⟪ she watches him take his piece in his mouth, and takes a moment too long to be natural when she removes the foil from her piece. it'd be subtle if he isn't looking for it, but her eyes keep darting to him, as if to catch him in spitting his share right back out as soon as she takes her own bite of the poison.
no such thing happens, and she is hungry enough to try it for herself. as he said – it's sweet, nearly as much so as rock candy, and it melts at an alarming rate. not bad, no, but different. ⟫
It is sweet. ⟪ she sounds purposefully derisive, and takes a second bite. ⟫ As if this will really stop those people from hallucinating.
⟪ doubtful. not that she would know a thing of hallucinations. her mind would not betray her like that. what would she do if she could not trust herself?
perhaps not think too hard of the vanishing shape of her mother in the mirrors.
a third small bite and the chocolate is gone. the rain hasn't let off just yet, but at least, it seems to take a turn for the less torrential. ⟫
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no such thing happens, and she is hungry enough to try it for herself. as he said – it's sweet, nearly as much so as rock candy, and it melts at an alarming rate. not bad, no, but different. ⟫
It is sweet. ⟪ she sounds purposefully derisive, and takes a second bite. ⟫ As if this will really stop those people from hallucinating.
⟪ doubtful. not that she would know a thing of hallucinations. her mind would not betray her like that. what would she do if she could not trust herself?
perhaps not think too hard of the vanishing shape of her mother in the mirrors.
a third small bite and the chocolate is gone. the rain hasn't let off just yet, but at least, it seems to take a turn for the less torrential. ⟫