She slices open a vein, and out pours star-matter. Liquid and glittering, the iridescent mess drips from her arm into my cupped palms. And, for a moment, there is only this: breathing in duet (forte, agitato), her brow a slash of determination worthy of sainthood (she’s my religion, yes), and, too, the dumbass acolyte who made a promise they’re no longer sure they can keep (me).
Quicksilver catches in the open window’s breeze, splattering over my double-breasted suit.
“Oh, for fuck’s—”
“Focus, Caro,” Lyr chides. “I haven’t wasted years of my life traveling strange strands for you to get uptight over an outfit.”
I roll my eyes—affectionate—and retort: “Your brain’s been trapped in a fungal network.”
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Tale of the Beast by Anuja Mitra
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