The bouquet slowly levitates out of Carrion's hand. It begins to swirl, cooking in blue flame and forming into a fine dish before returning to Carrion's hand. Atticus hasn't opened his eyes.
Carrion sighs "It was meant for you." he huffs.
"Well now you can give it to me. I can't eat raw food, remember?"
Carrion hands it to them and smiles as best he can
"Well now you can give it to me. I can't eat raw food, remember?"
Carrion hands it to them and smiles as best he can
He grabs Carrion's hand and pulls him almost off the ground and into a French kiss before letting go and taking the bouquet. "Thank you, darling. This your first move?"
He accepts, nodding. "The whole Dock Ward caught fire a while back. They managed to save most of it, but Mistshore was beyond recovery. But people live there anyway, in their upturned boats held to each other by crude wooden walkways."
She sips it, sitting at the bar. "Any idea what caused the fire?"
"It was magic, but beyond that, not much is known." He stretches. "Sorry, this was a depressing conversation. You can change the subject if you like."
"Well now you can give it to me. I can't eat raw food, remember?"
Carrion hands it to them and smiles as best he can
He grabs Carrion's hand and pulls him almost off the ground and into a French kiss before letting go and taking the bouquet. "Thank you, darling. This your first move?"
He grabs Carrion's hand and pulls him almost off the ground and into a French kiss before letting go and taking the bouquet. "Thank you, darling. This your first move?"
He nods shyly after getting kissed breathless.
"So, to be absolutely, 100% clear, are you saying that you're ready for this relationship?" He climbs out of the tree.
"It was magic, but beyond that, not much is known." He stretches. "Sorry, this was a depressing conversation. You can change the subject if you like."
"hence the booze." she laughs. "What's your favorite dish?"
"Pig intestines, believe it or not. They were a special treat in my... family. Otyughs love offal, and they always saved me some. I learned how to cook them properly early on. It's nasty work, but worth it."
He grabs Carrion's hand and pulls him almost off the ground and into a French kiss before letting go and taking the bouquet. "Thank you, darling. This your first move?"
He nods shyly after getting kissed breathless.
"So, to be absolutely, 100% clear, are you saying that you're ready for this relationship?" He climbs out of the tree.
He nods, a serious expression dawning on his face "I am."
"Pig intestines, believe it or not. They were a special treat in my... family. Otyughs love offal, and they always saved me some. I learned how to cook them properly early on. It's nasty work, but worth it."
"Have you ever used them as a lining for sausage?"
"I have, but I meant the cleaning process for the intestines themselves is a bit tedious. I liked them sliced, fried, and in sauce. Turning it into sausage drowns out its flavor a bit."
"I have, but I meant the cleaning process for the intestines themselves is a bit tedious. I liked them sliced, fried, and in sauce. Turning it into sausage drowns out its flavor a bit."
"Never worked with them before, so I never knew that.. Interesting."
"I work with offal a lot because it's cheap and tasty. A lot of people reject them, but I'm the Desperation Chef, right? Can't be picky about this."
Carrion hands it to them and smiles as best he can
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He grabs Carrion's hand and pulls him almost off the ground and into a French kiss before letting go and taking the bouquet. "Thank you, darling. This your first move?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It was magic, but beyond that, not much is known." He stretches. "Sorry, this was a depressing conversation. You can change the subject if you like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods shyly after getting kissed breathless.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"So, to be absolutely, 100% clear, are you saying that you're ready for this relationship?" He climbs out of the tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Pig intestines, believe it or not. They were a special treat in my... family. Otyughs love offal, and they always saved me some. I learned how to cook them properly early on. It's nasty work, but worth it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, a serious expression dawning on his face "I am."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Excellent." He drops and flops onto Carrion's plump worm body. "Where should we go on our first date, babe?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He curls around them, squishing him happily "What would you like to do?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I have, but I meant the cleaning process for the intestines themselves is a bit tedious. I liked them sliced, fried, and in sauce. Turning it into sausage drowns out its flavor a bit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have no idea. I kind of didn't expect to get this far."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I work with offal a lot because it's cheap and tasty. A lot of people reject them, but I'm the Desperation Chef, right? Can't be picky about this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Carrion curls around a bit tighter and nibbles on their ear "We could have a feast?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He closes his eyes, clearly enjoying it. "Yeah... that would be awesome..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Carrion delivers a particularly nasty hickey before grinning "Perfection!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘