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Dark Poetry [2/2 Complete]

[(Anonymous)]

The tombstones are actually super boring. There’s not even anything written on them. Bittercup turns to the Wanderer, leaned up against one of them. “I stole a lighter from Red’s clinic. Well, the trash behind her clinic, but it still works. Sometimes. We could, like, set the church on fire.”

Erin turns her eyes from the sky to the other girl. “I’ve got a better idea.”
They head into the church. Erin pulls the podium front the busted out wall towards the back. “Climb up.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She holds the podium steady.

Bittercup uses the shelves inside like a ladder, and crouches on the slanted top. “Now what?”

“Climb up on that ledge.”

She looks up; there’s a bunch of wooden planks sticking out, looks like they used to be a floor. “Rea-?” she starts, but Erin’s face says she’s getting up there with or without Bittercup. “Okaaay...” She struggles to pull herself up to shoulder height, until Erin puts a hand under her foot and pushes up. It’s a solid boost, and once Bittercup’s up, the Wanderer hoists herself up easily. They sit with feet dangling, and they can see stars through the shattered roof.

“This is so pretty. Like, in a totally depressing way. Just think about how many people died here. I bet it’s a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I bet there’s a bunch of ghosts watching up right now. At least five. That’s a lot, for ghosts.”

“Uh-huh. You wanna makeout?”

Bittercup’s eyes snap to the other girls, whose own gaze stays on the sky. “Like, kiss and stuff?”

Erin doesn’t look nearly as nervous as Bittercup was hoping. “That’s what it means, yeah.”

“Like... Now?”

“Well, we’re alone in a secluded, romantic venue under the moonlight. Did you have a better time in mind?”

Bittercup looks off, twirling her hair around one of her fingers. Erin goes quietly back to stargazing, when Bittercup leans over and pecks her on the cheek.
The Lone Wanderer’s eyebrows go up, and she turns to Bittercup. “Yes?”

“There.”

“What about it?”

“We made out.”

101 smiles at that, and leans towards her. “I was thinkin’ a little more like this...”

Erin closes her lips around one of Bittercup’s, and sucks lightly, one hand on the other’s cheek. Bittercup freezes, and the Lone Wanderer pulls away. There’s lipstick smudged on her mouth, white powder on the tip of her nose, and a kiss mark on her cheek. She stares up at the sky. Dumbly, Bittercup does the same.

“If we jumped from here, we could like, commit suicide together.”

“Nah, you’d just break your leg.”

“Oh.”

Re: Dark Poetry [2/2 Complete]

[(Anonymous)]

You got Bittercup down pat. D: I just want to give her some nice makeup and shake my head at her.

Re: Dark Poetry [2/2 Complete]

[(Anonymous)]

I like Erin. I'm very glad to see a Bittercup fill! This is excellent!

!!!!!!!

[(Anonymous)]

Anon this is so good I love Bittercup and you wrote her so perfectly! I always hoped more could have happened with her in the story. Really dig what you wrote :-)

Re: !!!!!!!

[(Anonymous)]

*when I said story I meant the game by the way, not what you wrote (idk if what i said came off as offensive or anything so just telling you)