#wolfmilk

Wolfsbane fell on the beast’s chest, “Yet I wonder, with all impossibilities never unproven, is your heart truly sweet in flavor? If I tear deep enough into your sweet veins will I notice the impurities only stem from how far away they are from your heart? If this insatiable savory taste I have- this craving for flesh and blood- if I delude myself truly through my ultimately weak nature-” It gasped, “Do you fear this reverse ventriloquism we’ve attached ourselves to? That I could pull the strings of your love just as I would your viscera?”

With all the instincts of a parasite, the flower forced open its master’s jaw. Creeping from the tip of his tongue into his throat, sucking the moisture out of his tongue, only to be severed from its flattering gesture.

Shadow Milk Cookie grabbed Wolfsbane by the hair, freeing himself from its desperate hunt. Out of breath, he simply held it there, as if it were a misbehaving kitten. He sighed, still feeling the flower’s hunger boring into him, “I’m not letting you eat me.”