✵A Poison✵

∞A Poison∞

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She wanted him dead

And dead he may be

Upon thy thin eye

When the clock struck three

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2:15 pm

She rubbed the Bás oil on the back of her hands, the sensation tingling slightly. She had mashed up the plant only a few hours earlier- The effect would happen quicker if applied fresh.

          "Which plant are you using?" A man asked as he walked into the room.

           "Bás. Do you know it translates to Death in Irish?" The woman said.

No reply came and the lady smiled as she applied some strong perfume to mask the scent.

He would be dead before midnight once he placed his lips upon her hand.

2:35 pm

The ball gown was elegant, more so than usual. As well as expensive. But it would be worth it. It would all be worth it.

2:50 pm

          "May I have this dance?"

She was breathless. She was so close.

           "You may,"

He bent down and placed a kiss on her hand- on the Bás. When he rose, his lips were slick and he licked the oil off, making a face.

She pretended to blush.

           "I apologize. I may of put too much perfume on my hands-"

           "No worries" He smiled.

The dance was quick, too quick. They were already into the second melody when he began acting strange.

            "Pardon me, but I'm afraid I must retire to the restroom. Wait for me?"

            "Of course" He managed a grin.

She fled to her room in a flurry of cloth and silk, heels clicking like a broken pocket watch.

His death was announced at breakfast the next morning.

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