"im the queen of the dark side, hes the king of the fools, we're addicted to a good thing. frisky trigger in your ear. we;ll tickle you chin while we reel you in. tick tick boom........we want the sound. chuggin whiskey in the bayou."
huginn
xhuuya
the au that never happened, but desperately should: prohibition
The sight and smell of fire in the distance does not deter them - the light glitters across the water, reflection and refraction broken by the roots and trunks of looming cypress. It reflects in their eyes, glistening red and orange painted across the void.
He leans in for a taste, the gold on gold of his eyes a mirror of their own.
A void that is cast against sunlight, a thought against the vast unknown.
He tastes like whiskey and they taste like darkness.