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Kali switched on the taps, staring into the sink as the crimson liquid filled it up. It could see their face, the green eyes that pierced Kali’s own, emerging from the scarlet flood like a corpse forever frozen in the marsh of a bog.
It wanted to fall in, to submerge itself along with Beren, to become one with them. To become another faceless spirit within Beshaba Manor.
“Kali?” Vanska placed her hand on Kali’s shoulder, and as it broke contact with the sink, the liquid faded to the clarity of water. Her deep brown eyes were wide with concern, and they flickered to the sink.
Kali pulled the plug, watching as the green eyes swirled away. One that matched the eye she herself held, an emerald green that shone bright compared to the orange that blended smoothly with the acorn brown of Kali’s skin, a reminder of the forests she loved.
“Van,” Kali plastered on a con man’s smile, “just looking at my reflection. Vanska’s whole face turned doubtful, but she didn’t question Kali, their relationship too new.
It would never grow old.