"honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?"
Ϟ k.tsukishima x reader crackfic | inconsistent,
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TEMPORARY HIATUS
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TWO
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CHERRY (CAPRI) WINE (SUN)
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YOU DREAMED last night.
In your dream, there was a church.
But you're not certain it was even there. Your recollection is hazy as if the film roll of memories had been burnt.
You remember light shining across the ground in intricate patterns and a mosaic of colour, and a voice calling out to you. When you turned, you saw an altar. Upon it lay a goblet filled with wine, an empty, elaborate golden platter and a bottle of cherry wine.
You, of course, took the entire bottle of cherry wine and opened it.
You woke up just before you put it to your lips, and were more disappointed than ever to find that it was all a dream.
But according to your grandparents, whose concern for you only grew by the day, all dreams meant something. Lingering attachment, hidden regret, or, apparently, an underlying urge to get drunk.
"Whats up with you?" Yamaguchi asked you that morning.
"I want to get drunk."
"...are you okay?"
You sighed. Tsukishima didn't bother to look over at you, but he remarked, "we have a future alcoholic here with us today."
You huffed a laugh, then class started.
You wondered what it would be like to get drunk. Why did people drink? To celebrate? Forget?
Old people are a mystery to you.
But, you supposed, the best drinks invoked emotion within you. Your drink of choice was a Capri Sun. The drink of your childhood. So, as your break started, you hurried through the legions of students pouring outside, aiming for the vending machines.
