The End of the Trial (edited)

She didn't know what it was. It was soft and... smooth?

Whatever it was, it tasted strangely sweet as she unconsciously moved her lips against it.

She couldn't tell what the taste was... a mix between a sweet strawberry and a sugary peach.

She had the urge to open her eyes, but somewhere deep inside her, she felt like it wouldn't be wise.

Suddenly, whatever it was pressed against her lips even more, moving against it briefly. That was when she felt something gently hold the side of her face, hinting at her to pull back.

Lillian slowly opened her sparkly blue eyes and gazed deeply into an intimate pair of dark red ones, which stared back at her tremblingly.

Marionette's long, glossy black hair lay splayed across the rough, uneven ground like black webs with them trapped together in the centre.