The salt of your tears mixed with the flavor of your lip-gloss.
Write a scene!
Mine:
"I care…" He claimed, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She wouldn't turn to face him. "Uh huh… Listen to yourself when you say that…" She choked in disbelief.
Fresh tears roll down her face. He could claim all he wanted, but he never acted like he ever cared. How was she supposed to believe him? She chokes, releasing a sob. More tears poor down her face, mixing with the sweet taste of her out of season pumpkin pie lip-gloss that she always wore.
All he could do was stand there, with his hand on her shoulder. He couldn't argue. He had no right to. She was right to think he didn't care, because he never showed how much he did.
"Wha-what… did you need for the potion…my lady?"
The bent figure enshrouded in starry black gossamer tilted her head at the question that broke her reverent silence.
She flicked her eyes from beneath her spidery lashes and hissed, "YOU STUPID IDIOT!! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT POTION I AM MAKING. I GAVE YOU AN INCREDIBLY LARGE INDEX OF MY POTIONS AND THE INGREDIENTS THAT YOU ARE TO COLLECT FOR EACH. NOW WHERE. ON. EARTH. DID. YOU. LOSE. IT???"
She stomped towards her whimpering servant but stopped short when she saw the tears that flowed from his closed eyes. "Now…are you crying?"
He simply shook and bowed his head.
"There. I am not going to scold you further. There is no need to cry." She sighed and turned to her cabinets shuffling through sheets and sheets of yellowed paper and worn leather books. "Here. Here is the list of ingredients I need you to fetch." She gently nudged a scribbled slip of paper at his shaking body. "Why are you still crying? I am no longer scolding you."
"Its-it's nothing, my lady."
"Tsk, come now, I am not a stupid creature." She patiently busied herself with her itching arm. Now, why on earth would her arm be itching? She licked it. Much better.
He pushed himself off the wall and wiped his tears with his ratty sleeve. "I'm just having a bit trouble today. My-my…my girlfriend broke up with meeee," and with that, he proceeded to sob and wail with annoyingly sad hiccups between each gasp for air from his heartache.
"A human issue. How stupid. Why do you people bother to bother yourselves with such useless things as love and freedom?" she muttered under her breath.
Humming, she, again, went to her cabinets to shuffle through her recipes. "Ah, the golden ticket to great happiness. My "Your Girlfriend Broke Up With You and Now You are Sad So I Must Shut You Up and Make You Happy So You Can Do Your Job" potion."
She unscrolled it and scanned down the list. She glanced up at him. "Here, Amias, no need to cry. The congressman's potion can wait. I am making you a lovely little potion so you may have your love again," she said softly. She turned back to her sheet satisfied that he had finally shut up and started to listen.
"Now, you need to fetch me…a tube of her lip gloss, a drip of her saliva and your saliva each, two drops of your tear and her tears each, a half eaten chocolate, doesn't matter who bit into it, and a velvety red rose, preferably without blemish."
He nodded ready to do her bidding.
"Right, you can go now."
"Yes! Yes, my lady. Thank you, my lady!"
She rolled her eyes when he went out bouncing like a little puppy. "As I said, stupid humans. Agh, Love can never come from potions or magic formulas, but from the heart and soul, all they need is a little fooling and convinving for them to be fools in love again."
Idk if lipgloss+tears in a potion counts for this prompt. This ain't perfect but I'm already starting to love this new creation:):)
@hopelessromantic It totally counts! It's however you interpret the prompt, as long as it's related. And, I love this. Absolutely amazing. Thank you for sharing it.
