I like the idea of this.
Title: Copper-Tasting
Sometimes Wilford looked at the Host and he remembered the Author.
Remembered bodies buried late at night and the drinks they’d gotten after. Remembered arrogant grins and passionate kisses shared during the heat of a high-speed police chase, red-blue sirens flashing at their backs.
Sometimes Wilford looked at the Host and wondered if he kissed the same.
So he followed the Host to his library, flashed him his brightest show host smile, pulled him close, and kissed him.
His lips were soft, tasting of copper. Just like the Author’s. And for one second, one blissful, eternal second, Wilford forgot that the Author was gone.
That second passed far too quickly and as Wilford pulled away he was left with a ragged feeling in his chest. A sad feeling.
“Wilford?” The Host’s pretty lips pulled into a frown. He reached out to touch him, but his fingers only found empty air.
Wilford had already left.
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I’m gonna do Dr. Iplierst for this one since you didn’t specify characters 🙂
Title: Oozing Tears
Still as a statue, he sat there. Sweat shone on his skin, and dark strands of hair mingled with gold to contrast his pale forehead.
He cried.
He cried, but not regular tears. His tears were tears of blood, carving jagged tracks down his cheeks, dripping off his chin to dot sterile, white hospital gown, to stain sterile, white bedding.
He didn’t so much as twitch when Dr. Iplier approached, concern etched in his eyes.
“Author?” He asked quietly, raising a hand to pull down his surgical mask before reaching to prod at the Author’s ruined eyes. “Author, can you hear me?”
No response. More tears oozed from his sockets.
He hadn’t responded in days.
Dr. Iplier sighed and brushed the Author’s hair back from his forehead before pressing a kiss to the clammy skin. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
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