"Bluet.” he answered. Reaching for the drink it was beautiful and sparkling magically. He slowly brought the glass toward his lips, watching it come closer, enjoying the strange way the silver specs inside the dark blue liquid glittered mysteriously. When he inhaled the candy-like, blueberry scent, his eyes fluttered closed and he involuntarily smiled. My
The cold glass pressed against his lips.
One sip won't hurt.
He opened his mouth and…
...it tasted like heaven.
It was what one would imagine fresh blueberries would taste like if they grew out of a rainbow and had been blessed by the magical purity of unicorns. It was ridiculous way, yet the only way, that one could think to describe its exquisite candy flavor.
The silver specs added a strange attribute to it. Each individual one swirled inside your mouth. They were literally dancing with his taste buds. When he swallowed, they continued to dance down his throat until he couldn't feel them anymore.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at the full glass in his hand. It was so tempting to drink more. He could feel his chest warming with happiness.
Since when did a drink influence a person so much? It was officially his favorite. If there was a drink better than this, he wanted to try it.
'The Explosion' by orphan account on A03
I wanna try french/canadian blueberry wine now lol.
How it looks
Vs. How the taste made it look
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