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sunstroke; juri/shiori, 100 words. (also known as the drabble i tastefully refrained from titling who loves the sun.)
being with juri was staring into the sun. juri colored shiori's vision in dazzling gold, excruciating but remorselessly hard to look away from.
in the spotlight of juri's gaze, shiori's inferior flesh burnt and blistered. her fingernails longed to roam, scratch out red roads, snag on easily torn skin. she knew the glossy pink newborn body underneath the burned shell had to be more like juri's.
when shiori came to, it was sunrise-- juri's face, concerned over her hospital bed. she was told she became overheated waiting indoors in her high-collared fencing uniform. shiori knew better-- her affliction was sunstroke.
being with juri was staring into the sun. juri colored shiori's vision in dazzling gold, excruciating but remorselessly hard to look away from.
in the spotlight of juri's gaze, shiori's inferior flesh burnt and blistered. her fingernails longed to roam, scratch out red roads, snag on easily torn skin. she knew the glossy pink newborn body underneath the burned shell had to be more like juri's.
when shiori came to, it was sunrise-- juri's face, concerned over her hospital bed. she was told she became overheated waiting indoors in her high-collared fencing uniform. shiori knew better-- her affliction was sunstroke.