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“Would you ever want to drink alcohol?” Takina asked.
Chisato hummed thoughtfully. The girls were lying side by side upon the bed, their arms at their sides, their pinkies not quite touching. The curtains were drawn closed, making it seem like the entire world was nothing more than Chisato, Takina, and the sprawling, glittering night. They peered out through the square of sky the cabana allowed, where the moon shone full and bright above them.
“It never really interested me… and I didn’t think I would ever be able to do that legally.” She giggled softly, and it made Takina turn her head to admire her, her eyes softening as she watched the stars twinkle in Chisato’s eyes. “Besides, I think it would be dangerous for me to drink…” A breeze filled Chisato’s hair. It was shining white in the moonlight; Takina’s chest ached. “I’m worried I would become… too honest with you.”
Takina smiled and turned back to the sky. Numberless stars were twinkling down at them, and it reminded her of laughter, if laughter could dangle like hanging jewels. Every beat of silence was filled with the ocean’s salty exhale, its incessant desertion.
“What kind of secret could you possibly be keeping from me by now?” Takina giggled. There was a soft nudge at her hand before she felt a pinky link with hers. She pretended not to notice the way Chisato turned her head towards her this time. Those dark eyes were so fond, so cruel. Slowly, Takina’s hand was enfolded in warmth; she didn’t dare move as she felt it lifted higher and higher, until their hands were joined between their faces, and Chisato was much, much too close.
“Are you really so innocent, Takina?” Chisato breathed, and suddenly, there were soft lips grazing lazily against her fingers. Takina swore she could see the world turning in that moment, the stars crawling inch by inch. In reality, their swing spanned miles and miles. The waters were hurled violently upon the shore from the force of the globe; everything was wheeling before her. “You must be pretending…”
Takina said nothing, trying to remember the words to a prayer she’d heard a villain whisper just before death, but she came up empty. She was too aware of her agony, the burning pain that was swelling in her chest, the scarring pain that had whipped down her shoulder and back, the gentle pain of those lips, as delicate and merciless as a flower, which seemed to be devouring her.
“The moon…” Chisato murmured after some time. Every word was white-hot against Takina’s skin. Something, somewhere, was burning.“It’s really beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”
Takina laughed, and she couldn’t stop. Chisato’s lips turned upwards against her skin. Her sweet exhale, scorching the flesh on Takina’s hand, perfumed the very air. Takina watched the little rabbit that was curled up in the moon, wondering if he was laughing, too.
“Aho.”