Nicogranate

It was one of those things that I had somehow always known; always hanging on the edge of my consciousness, coaxing me to listen to it. Every time I saw her, that thing burrowed farther into my mind, becoming more and more clear. And that's when I knew: I loved her. Her luscious red hair, and shiny red skin, and— Nico falls in love with a pomegranate.