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| Favorite "Midnight" story? |
| "Staying Up for Santa Claus", Petra |
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| "And not a creature was stirring.", Viktor |
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| "Midnight Reefer", Takeru |
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| "A Demon's Best Friend", Asmodeous |
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| "In From the Cold", Danni |
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| "[The Watch]", Beelzebub |
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| "Good night.", Ialo |
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| Total Votes : 6 |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 10:44 pm
"How Does It Taste?"
[Petra] Petra stared curiously at the package in her hands. It had some weight to it, though not too much so she could still hold it without trouble. Untying the package she peered inside. Upon seeing the contents, she paused, tilting her head. She turned to Naomi, who sat next to her bouncing slightly on the bed as “Jingle Bell Rock” played in the background.
“Naomi, do you know what this is?” Petra asked, offering up the box. The fox girl looked into the box and sniffed at it.
“I dunno but it looks weird and smells weird, too!” Naomi said, wrinkling her nose. “I think it’s supposed to be food though.”
Petra frowned. There wasn’t much point to a vampire getting something like this, but it was from one of her fellow cheerleaders. Whoever had drawn her name for the blind exchange didn’t seem to notice the apparent fact that Petra was a bloodsucker. Regardless of that fact, it was a strange gift to give in the first place. It did not seem to be appealing, nor did it seem to have much use other than an odd looking paperweight. Surely someone in the world ate this sort of thing. Maybe someone else in the school would take it.
“What’s in it anyway?” Petra said, picking out a piece. Naomi watched, almost fearful as the vampire brought it to her mouth. It was as if it might have been poisoned, the way she stared. Petra chewed it slowly, then swallowed hard. Her face contorted into one of disgust as she tossed the box to the ground. She stood slowly and hurried to the bathroom where she rinsed her mouth out thoroughly with mouthwash.
She exited a moment later to catch Naomi’s concerned face. Petra looked from her friend to the box of offending “food” on the floor. “…I think we should throw that thing out.”
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 11:27 am
"No Girls In The Kitchen"
Ialo Enlil “Now, trust me! I am trained professional!”
“Uh huh. Careful there Mom, you’re letting a little of the Old World through.”
“Vas not – ah! I mean, was not – Eeeehh…..”
Ialo leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched his mother fumble with her accent. For the most part, she spoke proper English, but whenever she slipped up, Ialo made it a point to, well, point it out. It was amusing, and very predictable – his mother would glare at him through steely indigo eyes, while cautiously going through basic vowels and recalibrating her voice.
“Never mind, little brat! Now come here! I think something is happening!”
Mother and son knelt on the floor together, staring intently through the glass door of the oven. Although Mr. Enlil was once again abroad during the Christmas season, Mrs. Enlil more or less managed to sneak out of the office for at least a few days near the end of the month. She didn’t particularly enjoy the holidays, and seemed to treat it as any other part of the year, except with more bourbon and snowy weather. The relatively scarce decorations around the house were mostly put up by the servants and the Enlil siblings. For Christmas cheer – REAL Christmas cheer, mind you – one had to go to the laboratories or the offices, where all the employees and interns had huge parties.
“… Mom, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.”
“Shut up you little s**t, we soaked it in brandy didn’t we?”
“Fruitcakes aren’t supposed to have pink flam –you just called me a little s**t again!”
“You’re a little s**t! I s**t you out right at the hospital and –“
“I’m older now and I KNOW that is NOT how babies are –“
“AHA! But you’re SPECIAL! You are half dragon! So I ate your dad’s c**k and nine months later – “
“MOTHER I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THIS STORY AGAIN.”
“- And there was fruitcake involved, which is why we have fruitcake at Christmas – “
“My birthday is in February!”
“Okay, so, Valentine’s Day – “
“THAT’S NOT HOW I WAS BORN.”
“WOULD YOU SHUT UP? I’M YOUR MOTHER, I WOULD KNOW.”
“I’m the one who had to sit through sex ed! I know how babies are made and – look, I don’t want to think about you and Dad doing that while we’re BAKING –“
Mrs. Enlil threw her head back and cackled with glee.
“Besides, even if that were true, Dad wouldn’t – you know…. And I would be an only child and this IS AN AWKWARD CONVERSATION.”
“I’m a very accomplished lover, you see, maybe one day we’ll have a nice long talk and I’ll show you –“
Ialo reached over and grabbed the cookbook off the top of the stove, knocking it down to the floor with a loud thud. His face was bright red.
“Just read the next part of the recipe.”
“There is no next part.”
“What.”
Mrs. Enlil held up the cookbook, and pointed to the page. It really was the end of the recipe. They had done everything.
“See? We’re done. Now all we do is take the fruitcake out!”
“But it’s still on fire.”
“Nonsense! It’s a little singed, we’ll blow it off and it’ll be fine.”
Determined to prove herself correct, Mrs. Enlil stood up and brushed herself off. Like Ialo, she wasn’t all that tall, and had bright white hair, a bit long as it went a bit past her shoulders when it was down. But today, it was tied up into a loose bun so it wouldn’t get in the way while she was baking with her son. It had been a long time since they had done anything together, and although she had explicit instructions from a court of law not to be in a kitchen – well, as long as the chef was off-duty today, what was the harm in trying a recipe to celebrate the holidays? She wasn’t a trained professional, she had been lying f course, but she was married to an engineer and a certified genius, and wasn’t science pretty much the same as culinary arts?
Donning a pair of butterfly-print oven mitts, the dragon woman stared down her opponent, the stove.
ONE HOUR LATER:
Ialo sulked in the back of the police cruiser. Multi-colored smoke was wafting out of a now-missing section of the house where the kitchen wall had once been.
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to take your son away, this is obviously not a safe environment for him or his siblings –“ The officer’s eyes watered and he wheezed as the stunning white-haired woman took a long drag on a cigarette and blew the smoke right up into his face.
“Not my son. Never seen him before in my life.”
“Ma’am…. We can SEE –“
“Are you calling me ugly? Look at the little s**t, you think I shat him out at a hospital? Not related to me in the slightest.”
The officer was wholly unamused. He took off his hat and fanned the smoke away from his face.
“....Mrs. Enlil, I know Ialo is your son. I’m Max Linden, remember? I used to babysit for you? My sister is his friend Janet… Now come on, the whole neighborhood knows you aren’t supposed to be in the ki – ACK!“
“Oh, you’re MAXXY! Oh you’ve grown up so much! Come here, you deserve a hug, you brave soul, you! Would you like to come in for some fruitcake?”
Officer Max Linden didn’t respond. There wasn’t enough air between Mrs. Enlil’s breasts, and it was entirely possible he now had whiplash from being yanked into the petite woman’s cleavage - which now that he thought about it, smelled faintly of brandy.
“Fukkin’ fruitcake,” Ialo whispered. “I hate fruitcake. I hate it.”
“Did I ever tell you how Ialo was born?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 2:55 pm
"Not Even a Mouse"
ViktorGreaves  At least half an hour had passed since Viktor 'successfully' pillaged some food for the night, slowly crunching through half a raw potato on his way back to base camp, Vik reflected on the events passed. Things were finally back to the quiet norm. " What a night... Almost getting caught? You're rusty Vik," he thought aloud to himself. It was true though, in the last few years before the freeze, Vik had done one 'civilian' mission. They were always the hard ones, not killing anyone and trying to avoid capture. Vik's camp was simple; a single canvas stretched over one wire from a tree, and pegged to form a shelter, a small fire pit that could be lit when most appropriate, but tonight wasn't one of those nights. Sitting under his shelter, Vik let out a long sigh as the silence crept in. It was the only constant at night. some found it soothing, silence meant that there was no wolves closing in, no untrustworthy people prowling about after a lost caravan, no danger. Vik found it a bit suffocating. The odd crumbling thump of snow falling from branches punctuated the darkness as the young shapeshifter wrapped a borrowed blanket around his shoulders to keep warm. There was little else to do at times like this, the sun wouldn't be up for a long while, and even then it never rose for very long. Pulling the blanket around tighter Vik closed his eyes. -------------------- How long had he sat still in the pitch black, how long had there been no noise? He couldn't tell any more. The night was dragging by once again, and for some reason Vik just couldn't switch off. Crumbling snow sounded from nearby, another branch shedding its white icing to the ground, then another, and another and another... Too frequent. Vik's eyes shot open, his enhanced one spinning wildly to settle on night vision as he launched himself into the branches of the tree he his shelter was supported by. Blending in as much as he could with his clothes on, Vik scanned the area, catching a single weak torchlight waving through the trees. Switching to infrared, heat vision, a figure popped out of the darkness, they were close and taking their time with their movements, were they lost? No... Vik was nowhere near any sort of village, and the members of the caravan never ventured out alone, at least not this far. Switching to night vision, Vik watched them move closer, their head spinning around as if they were looking for something. " дерьмо are they looking for me? No, they can't be, not on their own," he thought carefully. No one ever searched for an intruder alone if others were around, that was just dangerous. The figure came closer still, a little too close even, his camp would be spotted, he couldn't let that happen! Silently moving across the branches, Vik's fingers morphed, his nails lengthening and combining with his bone to form large knife like blades. He couldn't be discovered, not yet. Crunch, crunch, crunch, the footsteps came closer and closer. Crunch, crunch, crunch, the hooded figure was only feet away, their torch flicking in the opposite direction from his camp, if they could just pass by then everything would be fine. The figure looked towards the ground, studying something with their meagre light. Hearing another crunch it hit Vik like a truck. Footprints! The snow usually covered them by morning, but they were still fresh! Standing up straight, Vik let his body lean forwards, falling silently from the branches towards the figure, his claws outstretched. Almost sensing the danger, the figure spun around, the torch light hitting Vik square in the face, taking out his night vision in a single move. " Ahh!" " Ahh!" Shielding his eyes, Vik landed on top of the figure, who was now franticly beating him with their surprisingly sturdy torch. " Get off me! Argh! What are you- Let go of me!" The figure shouted in a familiar voice. Vik quickly righted himself and jumped back in defence, holding his bladed hands in a position ready for attack. " Jeez, I come all this way and you jump me? Not the spirit I was expecting let me tell you that!" The feminine voice said as the figure righted its self from the ground, brushing patches of snow from their large jacket. Vik kept his distance, but the look on his face was one of sheer confusion. Spirit? Expecting? Who was this person and what on earth were they talking about? Taking a step back, Vik watched as the unknown person lowered their obscuring hood. " Y-you! Wait, Spirit?" Vik Said in surprise. It was the young girl, the one with the smile, the one he had bumped into earlier. " Me?" She replied, looking around herself as if to check for others. " Of course it's me, who else would it be? So, what's your name Smiley Spirit?" She continued, eyeing up Vik's jagged rows of teeth. Vik just looked bemused though, this girl had just been jumped on from a tree, she had basically been ambushed twice tonight, yet she was so calm and he was a spirit? Something was going on here and Vik didn't like it. " What, what's going on here! Why are you here? You're not meant to be here, I'm the only one that's meant to be- Smiley Spirit? Hold on, what the ********>" Vik rambled slightly as he backed up another step.
"Yes, since you're not telling me your name, Smiley spirit it is." she said in a matter of fact tone and made her way over to Vik's small tent, sitting down next to the burnt out ashes of his last fire.
"I'm a... spirit? What makes you think that?" Vik asked, dropping his guard down. This girl obviously meant no harm, but she was very confusing.
Wandering over to sit inside his little shelter, Vik's claws retracted as he sat down. The girl just smiled at him, not a care in the world was in her thoughts.
"Our 'seer' said I would meet you. She said I'd meet a spirit in the night, and that it would watch over me. but you ran away, so I thought maybe I'd done something wrong..." Her bright eyes stared over into Vik's own as she spoke, they were so clear and full of life, so innocent. Was that why she honestly believed he was a spirit?
Vik thought it would be best to set her straight...
"Listen, I'm not. I'm not a spirit or anything... I'm... Well, I'm not a spirit, I know that much." Her eyes fell as Vik spoke, Clearly he had said something wrong, not that he could have said anything else, Vik had been taught from an early age that lying was only for missions, he wasn't about to change that now.
"I'm sorry, I'm just... lost is all," he added, but it didn't do much to help. The girl looked back towards him with a troubled expression.
"If you're not a spirit, then... what were you doing in my caravan? Wait, you... you-!" Vik knew where this was heading.
"I didn't see anything! I was... I was looking for food, honest." Quickly interrupting the girl before she could accuse him of being a pervert, Vik produced the small sack of vegetables and salami he had pilfered earlier.
The girl blushed heavily, but seemed to accept his reasons. she did notice the bad earlier, but clearly it wasn't the most obvious thing at the time.
"Then you should have just asked! Really, stealing? Some Spirit you are." she laughed as Vik pulled a half eaten raw potato from the bag. Asking for help wasn't something a spy did, they worked alone, they got things done quickly and left.
"My name's, Viktor, by the way. Not Spirit." He mumbles quietly putting the half eaten potato back into the small sack. He felt so stupid, why couldn't he have just asked? The worst they could have said was no, and If they had said no then he would have probably just stole from them anyway. It wouldn't have made a difference.
"Hehe~ I'm Galya, nice to meet you Viktor."
"Uhh, yeah." Vik sat awkwardly under his little shelter as Galya laughed quietly at him over the dead fire. She was cute, just as cute as she'd been before. But now that he had a name to go with her face, she seemed to become more human, more of a person.
Quietly, a gurgle sounded from Vik's stomach. so far all he had eaten today was a carrot and half a potato.
"S-sorry..."
"We have food back at the camp, do you want to maybe have something hot? I'm sure I can sneak you something." Galya replied quickly as she raised from her feet.
"Are you coming?" Jack Slowly stood up, following Galya back into the trees, the crunches of their footsteps being the only sounds around.
"By the way, why were you naked earlier?"
"Ahh, emm... About that..."
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A short trek later, the light of the gypsy caravan began to break through the trees, it was a welcome sight. The conversation had been awkward at best, From Vik trying to explain his lack of dress, and that he was definitely not a spirit, to Galya deciding that she would call Vik 'Smiles' because of his teeth, and trying to work out why he was in the forest at winter, and why he was by himself. Of course many of these things were close to massive military secrets, Vik couldn't just tell some girl he'd only just met.
Coming to the edge of the forest, Galya stopped and made sure no one was around.
"Wait here, I'll be back soon." She said quietly before slinking off as quietly as she could through the snow.
"And don't run off, you hear? Not without saying goodbye first." She added before rounding a caravan and disappearing from view.
Blending in, a force of habit, Vik stood behind a larger tree, hoping to keep out of view for the most part. There was no one around though.
A few minutes later Galya returned, her long dark hair flowing out effortlessly behind her as she ran through the snow towards the trees.
"Smiles?... I told you to say goodbye..." She said quietly when Vik was nowhere to be found. He was cautious, what if she was leading him in and another Gypsy was waiting to ambush him? It never hurt to be cautious.
Revealing himself, Vik slid out from between the trunks and made his way towards her.
"Sorry, old habits..." Vik said apologetically. Galya was holding a small cloth wrapped package in her hands, it certainly didn't look like the hot meal she said she would provide.
"What's this?" Vik asked curiously. His nose picked out some form of pickling, it was strong, obviously preserved or something. It smelled, inedible.
Galya unwrapped the small package, folding the cloth back to reveal a chunk of sliced cake. The fruity alcoholic scents were overpowering, but at the same time, it smelled oddly tasty.
"Fruit cake. My mother makes it often, but in the winter she adds extra brandy for some reason, she says it wards off pesky flies... But you don't get flies in winter do you?” Galya said innocently, offering a slice to Viktor.
Lifting a piece, Vik sniffed ot once more before taking bite. It was nice, spicy and packed with berries, but the alcohol was overpowering. Clearly this was not a cake for kids, the 'pesky flies' were probably the children of the caravan actually. However it was definitely packed with sugar, and on a cold winter sugars were invaluable to keep your energy up.
"Well? Nice isn't it?" Galya asked with a sing to her voice, clearly this was a treat for her too.
" guess... It's definitely energy packed, that's for sure." Vik answered, skirting around the topic.
It felt like the two of them had spent hours sitting amongst the trees chatting quietly, once or twice they had to hide from someone keeping watch, but all Galya did was giggle to herself as she stood behind tree trunks out of the torch lights. Vik watched her in awe, he had never thought hiding from people could be fun, it was his job at one point after all, but here she was having a great time.
Soon the camp was beginning to stir, lights flashed on every now and again, and more people began milling around.
"I should go..."
"Can't you stay? You can live with us, in the caravan. It'll be good I promise." Galya said with a frown on her face.
"No, I... I can't, I'm-"
"Fine... but, you have to let me visit, and if you come here at all, no more sneaking, you come see me okay?" Vik looked back in bemusement as Galya began to tear up slightly, was it that important?
"Ahh... A-alright."
"Promise?"
"I promise..." Vik answered, taking a few steps backwards into the trees. But before he could get any distance, Galya ran towards him and wrapped her arms around him. Vik froze, blushing heavily as she pressed against his chest.
"Hey wha-"
"Tomorrow, come again tomorrow, please." Galya said quietly before running off towards the caravans, leaving Vik bemused and warm.
"And keep your clothes on this time, it's too cold to be naked, at least outside it is, hehe~!" She added, giggling to herself as she ran otu of sight.
Vik stood silently going over the night in his head.
"what was that all about?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:02 pm
"Fruity Flirtation"
Danni Rinaldi Her hands wrapped around a huge mug of hot chocolate, Danni leaned against the doorjamb just inside the kitchen, watching her fiancé at work. It appeared he was feeling domestic today, as the island in the middle of the kitchen was covered in mixing bowls and ingredients, with some sort of batter splattered on the floor. For a moment, because he’d yet to notice her, she simply stood and studied him. It was rare for her to see him frazzled, but that’s exactly what he was, frustration forging faint lines in his forehead.
He was barefoot, dressed in casual blue jeans and a most-unbuttoned striped shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He’d tied his hair back in a messy ponytail, the half-moon reading glasses she secretly liked perched on his nose as he stared down at some sort of recipe. There was flour on his arms, batter splattered on his wrists and hands. As a final touch, a long, slim cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, a thin trail of smoke drifting lazily towards the ceiling as he glared accusingly at the recipe card. Finding him suddenly and incredibly rather adorable, Danni couldn’t hold back the chuckle, nor the impish grin that spread on her face when he looked up, his annoyed gaze landing on her.
For a moment it appeared that he would blush, so it was obvious he hadn’t expected her to be awake yet. After a beat of silence, however, he spread his hands in a ‘help me’ gesture, a self-deprecating smile flickering on his face.
“It appears I’ve been caught. I’d hoped to surprise you with a cake.” He saw her eyes immediately light up at the mention of baked goods, watched her take a step forward as she eyed the ingredients she was using.
“I’m sure it would’ve been a fine surprise. But…why don’t I help you?” He blinked, certain he’d misheard her, but already she was setting down her hot chocolate, tying her hair back as she walked towards the kitchen island he was working at. She was barefoot as well, still sporting the yoga pants and camisole she’d fallen asleep in the night before. It was rare, certainly, for her to voluntarily spend time with him. He had a sinking suspicion, however, that she was only in it for the food. Either way it was still…
Henri’s every thought slipped quietly away as she came up beside him, casually laid a hand on his arm as she leaned in to read the recipe. He watched her lips turn down in a slight pout, had only a moment to appreciate it before she was looking up at him, reaching for his face. While he was busy wondering what exactly had been in that hot chocolate, Danni slipped the glasses from his face, perched them on her own nose in a casual move he certainly hadn’t been anticipating. As though she thought nothing of it, she simply turned her attention back to the recipe, blinking at the title.
“We’re making…fruitcake?” All too familiar with the distaste in her voice, Henri acted quickly, draping a flour-covered arm over her shoulders, rubbing her arm.
“It’ll be good, I promise. Not like those preserved lumps of unpalatable mush they sell at the grocery stores.” Relieved when she nodded slowly, her lips pursed as she studied the ingredients, Henri let out a breath, took a drag on his cigarette. He’d woken early this morning with the thought of impressing her with his baking prowess. Obviously, things hadn’t quite gone as planned. A five course meal he could cook fine enough. But a simple cake was apparently beyond his skill set.
He could only blink when she set down the recipe, cracked her knuckles. Humming a bit under her breath, she took the bowl of batter he’d been attempting to mix, took a whisk to it with a casual expertise that left him gaping. After watching her arts and crafts “skill” he had thought she’d be clueless in the kitchen. But he watched as she whisked, measured, humming to herself as she went to work on the batter. After a few minutes she stopped her mixing, slipping her finger into the batter and licking it off. With a small sound of appreciation, she nodded, stuck her finger in the batter once more and lifted it to his mouth, waiting expectantly when he merely stood there, staring at her.
Confused, and wondering if he perhaps didn’t care for cake batter, she started to shrug and eat it for herself when he took her wrist, brought her hand back to his mouth. She watched his eyes change, darken a bit just before he slipped her finger in his mouth. Only then did she realize the error of her actions, and was already regretting getting caught up in the fun of baking as he licked the batter off her finger. Her hand trembled once before she thought to still it, her eyes shooting up to find him watching her. Just as she was about to tug her hand away, to find some handy way to make a quick escape and regain her bearings, he smiled, releasing her wrist and casually turning towards the island again.
“See? I told you it would taste good.” Taking a moment to remember that he was the enemy –the sly, crafty enemy- Danni let out a slow breath, turned her attention back to the recipe.
“Yes, well, tell me that again after we’ve put the dried fruit in. Is that pineapple?” Because her nose scrunched up when she said it, it was Henri who said nothing now, humming innocently as he dumped chunks of dried fruit into the batter, mixing it in before she could see clearly what it was. Just like a child, sometimes the only way to get Isadora to eat her fruit was to hide it in her junk food. But yes. It had definitely been pineapple.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:18 pm
"A Quaint Afternoon Snack"
Gemini McDougal Lokison Gemini sat in the exterminator lounge area, taking a smoke break after a long day investigating the basement and around the school grounds. He'd had a busy day of it, dealing with his new responsibilities as leader of the exterminators since the little scaredy-cat had ran for the hills after the homecoming dance escapade. It had forced him to take over as head hauncho since then. He couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy the power, but it meant a lot more responsibilities than he was interested in taking.
As he was occupied with his deathly hobby, Barry was bumbling about in their kitchen area provided for them. Curious, Gemini grinned as he leaned forward. "What are up to in there Barry-boo?" Gemini cooed in his usual flirtatious. Even if he hadn't known you for very long, he preferred using endearing pet names for others. Just to add a personal touch.
"Oh. Just making some Christmas time treats to share with my colleagues."Barry hummed as he cleaned up his work space, the confectionery treat already baking away in the oven. Gemini sat, entirely amused, as the large, much older man performed mundane tasks for them. He was unaccustomed to being catered to, not since he'd be a young kid in the McDougal family.
"Oh, the food is ready!" Gemini had been lost in thought, thinking about his days back in New York City. Eagerly he awaited the man to pull out the fruity smelling cake, feeling his stomach rumble. It took the intoxicating scent of food to make him realize he was hungry.
"This day has just worn little ol' me out. I'm ready for something delicious." He put out his cigarette in the nearby ash tray and situated his body up right. Barry's food was delicious from what he'd tasted so far, so he was excited to see how this would be.
"I hope you like Gemmy, a recipe from my homeland." Barry set a large piece of the cake in front of him, and using his delicate fingers he tore off a tiny piece of the cake and plopped it into his mouth. He chewed briefly for a second before making a face and swallowing awkwardly.
"Do not like?" Gemini puckered his lip slightly and poked at the cake gently. "It's erm, interesting. Though, I think if you fed me it might make it taste better.~" Gemini chimed in a sing-song voice.
"Oh...oh! Yes, of course." Barry happily obliged him, taking a piece of the cake and dropping it into his mouth. The attention alone made the cake seem all that much sweeter. Gemini kept his eyes closed, but for the entire feeding Barry's face was a bright cherry red.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:46 pm
"For A Simple Smile"
Asmodeous Luxuria One of Asmodeous's many favorite pass times when he was enjoying his days off in House Luxuria, was to allow one of his favorite concubines or servants feed him as he relaxed on a chair or bed. Today, he felt like spending time with his dearest Sarah, so he requested that she come and pleasure him with delicacies prepared by his well staffed kitchen.
"I have brought quite a special treat today for my darling Prince.~" Asmodeous smiled as he laid his head back on her lap, already completely at peace just to be near to her. In her hands she held a platter of a mysterious food, but trusting her he did not worry for what it was. Though, he was still to be curious regardless.
"And just what would that be, dear Sarah?" His voice sounded smooth as silk, completely at ease whenever around his precious Sarah. She smiled sweetly as she held up a piece of brown food.
"Well, it's something that I made for you and you alone Asmodeous. It's a special Christmas time food, it was in one of those magazines you had brought down for me from Earth. I hope you'll like it..." Her voice got softer as she spoke, almost as if she were embarrassed of what she was saying. Asmodeous couldn't help but grin and his darling, and opened his mouth wide for her to drop the food.
Gently she placed a piece of the cake in his mouth, and he hummed for emphasis as he chewed, desperate to try and please her. Though, as he chewed, his eyebrows furrowed when the taste of the cake hit him. It was....not very good, was all he could say about it. Though, he did his best not to show it on his face, continuing to hum and chew though the pitch almost turned into a whine.
"So how do you like it? It's horrible isn't it, I just knew it. I should have put more nuts into it...." He noticed her voice take a turn to sadness, and he shook his head as he forced the bite down.
"No, no, my darling. I actually find it to be quite delectable." It was a lie through and through, but it was worth disgusting food to make his Sarah happy.
"You mean it?" She spoke as she began to almost squeal.
"Would I lie to you?" With a shake of her head, she continued happily feeding him the fruitcake she had made, and he winced through the nasty to please her. Her shining smile was worth everything to him. After what he'd put her through, it amazed him that he was capable of ever making her happy.
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