49. Attack

Barters, he, the souls to the walking dead, for a life longer, for the power greater. – Bloodsongs

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(Art)

They were in the vineyard, and Aurora was eating grapes. Art looked at her with a smile, and he tried to concentrate on what she said, what she talked about. But it was too difficult to achieve when she talked a mile per minute. So he just watched her smile, her contented sigh, and her eyes that could swallow him whole and then those lips that move like a magic.

“—so tasty, so warm, like sunlight dripping down your throat, like ambrosia.” She licked off the juice as she finished eating the grapes. He leaned closer, almost reflexively, to lick some of the juice by himself.

Her eyes widened and then she pushed him away with a sputter. “What are you doing? People are watching.”

“Do I look like I care? I will kiss whenever and wherever I want.”

She ate two more grapes and gave him a look that burned his blood. “I just love the grapes, and don’t want you to steal them away fro