red: love edition
"nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red."
--kait rokowski
thick and selfish, crimson dripping slowly down his face as his now-broken nose throbs in memory of the left hook. he pretends like it doesn't hurt because she's watching, and he doesn't want her to think less of him. but in reality, it's excruciating.
burning and passionate, two scarlet hearts beating in unison as their lives meld under the influence of intimate affection. they make promises they can't keep beneath the corsican sky, but they remain each others' anyway.
tempting and voluptuous, her cherry-red lipstick gives way to a kiss so deep that he curses himself for not asking her out sooner. she's beautiful, but he wonders if his colorless personality could keep her happy for long.
layered and romantic, he pulls the rose from behind his back and she presses it to her face, inhaling deeply as its perfume of memories and lust tugs her gently forward into its soft embrace. it reminds her of home and her father.
freeing and showy, the ruby convertible whisks them to their happily ever after, hair blowing and tangling in the wind. it will be four generations before the bentley even thinks about breaking down for the final time, but it carries lovers toward the horizon until it can no longer.