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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2017 8:16 pm
Quote: Who knew fruit cake could be so good? A local bakery claims to have perfected their recipe and is giving away free samples. The good news? It’s delicious. The bad news? A few hours after ingestion, something strange kicks in. Suddenly, everything seems so colorful and bright. The music sounds so much better, everything tastes so much better—and then, it stops, and everything is an awful blend of everything. Lights are too bright, smells and tastes are overwhelming, music sounds like noise. You’re sick enough to throw up everything in your stomach—which is good, because within a few hours of that you finally start to feel normal again.
Fruitcakes were supposed to be eaten only by the dead. Vartui had told Shahar many a time that there were perfectly preserved, edible fruitcakes sometimes found in the tomb of the pharaoh. Not that Shahar believed her- honestly, not even a fruitcake could live that long. But if anything could come close to that level of survivability, it was that most hellish of edibles. Shahar much preferred to stuff herself elbow-deep in the kitchen and make something of her own for the holidays- she had made goodie baskets for a wide variety of friends on both sides of the magical spectrum. Alphard would probably be overjoyed with the Ghorayeba that Titanite had stuffed in there, and her poorly-made Basbousa was still homemade with love. Or something. No spit or sand, at least.
But instead of being rewarded for the homemade kindness of her heart, Shahar had been seduced away from the path of not-cardboard-cutout-cake, and was currently standing in the middle of a local bakery with Sidney. A bakery which claimed it had perfected Fruitcakes. And to be fair, the samples they had been given had not been completely awful. As far as that most horrific of bread products went, it could have gone a lot worse. But did that really justify the fact they were actually going to be leaving the bakery with some? Like, a whole cake, that they would be spending money on? Real money, not Monopoly money. She was kind of horrified, and she knew the people behind the register could see her agitation, even if her little rainbow seemed to be fluttering around blissfully unaware of Shahar's growing horror.
Maybe they could stop by a graveyard on the way home and Shar would have the chance to throw a holiday sacrifice in their direction. Sid would not notice her bag of bad decisions being thrown violently in the direction of a cemetery behind her back. Would she? No- certainly not. Not at all. “It is not too late to change your mind and just leave the fruit cake where it belongs,” she tried one last time to urge her companion, “In the trash bin, surrounded by the remnants of its species. We can just leave and pick up a cake or a pie, or a big gallon of ice cream.” honestly, she was flexible on that.
Whimsssical Blue Fruit Cakes? Or Fruit Loops?
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2017 9:32 pm
It was rare that anyone saw Sid eat much of anything. Skinny to the point of gauntness that had, truthfully, been getting worse of late, she never felt hungry. Food had no draw, unless it was pizza, and even then... she ate like the proverbial bird and burned all the calories away in her flash fire lifestyle. The only reason they had gone to the bakery was because one of her friends had whispered there was something... special about the fruitcakes. More than just ‘soaked in rum for two months’. Special enough, in their insistence, that she’d figured she had to try it even if it looked as unappetizing as Shar seemed to think it did. Sidney grinned as she hung on the tall woman’s arm, looking three sizes bigger bundled in her layers of sweater and leather coat, boots up to her prominent knees. She popped the last crumb of the cake into her mouth and hummed over the taste of it, rolling her eyes dramatically. “How can you say that? This stuff is phenomenal!” She said, pressing fingers to her lips. It had surprised her, how good the cake was and despite how out of character it was, she couldn’t help buying one to take home and force on everyone she knew. The cake sat heavy in her stomach and with it came a sense of warmth and good feeling, enough to excuse Shar’s lack of faith. “Besides, I’m the one paying and taking it home.” She said as she playfully bit her lip, pink eyes wide. A wandering hand slid down Shar’s back to find the waistband of her pants, savoring the feel of lean body under the soft cloth. Shar was looking particularly attractive today... the blue of her hair extra vibrant, her skin silky... “Did you want to buy the cake?” The man behind the counter said, a hint of irritation in his voice. Sid grinned at him, trying not to look like she’d been... elsewhere for the moment and forked over the cash for the sack of heaven he held. “So I suppose this means you aren’t coming over to help me eat this, are you?” Sid said as she accepted the bag, letting it swing from her painted fingertips as she teased. “I could offer something better, if you really want...”
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:30 pm
One of them was definitely enjoying the cake more than the other, but the protester was definitely weak to the smaller woman. The light body hanging on her arm, hardly any heavier or uncomfortable than a doll. That narrow, small hand sliding around her waist- and the distraction of small white teeth on pink lips. Oho, so Sidney was to get her way through being adorable and seductive, was she? First of all, it was super effective, and Shahar wouldn't even bother to pretend otherwise. There was a weakness there, and her friend was adorable.
Well- if Sidney enjoyed the fruitcake that much that she would use her wiles this early on? Shar would have come back as Titanite and clear the place out of fruitcake, or anything else that the other woman so much as blinked twice at- if only to make her butterfly smile. And eat, which might be more important. And, of course, to help incentivize her to keep on touching Shar's waist- the blue-haired woman especially liked that part.
The removal of that narrow hand earned the unfortunate man a glare before the kickboxer bent herself practically in half to drop her chin to the top of Sidney's head as the other woman paid. It put her narrowed eyes on par with where his cold, black heart was. At least until the payment portion was complete, and she had to straighten back up. "I may have a bite or two," she said after a moment, and reached over to snag two more samples off the counter, silently daring the salesman to say anything as she popped one in her mouth and passed the other to Sid. And then she offered her arm again, her calloused hand open to take the bag if desired.
"I cannot have you poisoning yourself via fruitcake. You need to pace yourself, with water and a little protein." an arched brow. Not that she had missed the offer of something better- her eyes had drifted to Sidney's pretty lips at that, and her eyes lit with interest. "Stop by on the way back to your house and pick up some take out Chinese or a pizza, to balance out the oncoming sugar coma? And keep us from having to waste time ordering out later." her own lips quirked as she peered sidelong down at her friend.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2017 2:40 pm
Sid hung herself on Shar's arm again as they left, passing over the bag since she so thoughtfully offered to carry it. Sid was definitely not someone to deprive others of the joy of helping, if that's what pleased them... and she knew she would be doing plenty to pay it back later on. Shar never said no to some fun, and that was one of the best things about her. The sweet cherry on top of everything else. Sid had more than enough people too fond of saying 'No.' to her. Out the door, the short woman rolled her eyes dramatically, heaving a heavy sigh. "I guess, if you're sure pizza is really necessary, we can swing by Little Ben's and pick up one of their ready ones. You burn calories like a furnace, better make sure we have you well fueled." She sang as she swung them about and set a course for home. Rob wouldn't mind having the pair of them invade the place, and if she was lucky, he'd be home and she could feed him too. It was fortunate the bakery wasn't too far from home. Walking was boring and cold, but it was free and it held the promise of good things at the end of it. With the satisfaction of something earned, which Sid planned to fully enjoy. Sticking close to Shar and moving in a generally brisk amble kept her from chilling too much by the time they reached the warmth of the pizzeria, and by the time they left there... the DJ was starting to get why her friends had pushed her towards the fruitcake. The smell of the pizza in her hands was divine, the warmth against her cold hands soothing as a hot bath. The world was so white and crisp and fully of the sounds of life... Sid recognized a good high, and this was a good high. There was some wondering as to what exactly had been in the cake... ecstasy didn't usually have this level of clarity and neither did weed. Acid always came with rainbow tigers and watery elephants. Cocaine was fun, but not this. She finally had to give up on it and simply enjoy it... though she wished she were home already, because if just holding onto Shar felt this good, she could not wait to get her into bed. "I think maybe the pizza can wait a bit, don't you?" She said with a sideways look, her teeth catching her lip.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2017 5:26 pm
As her arm caught the weight of both the fruitcake-laden bag and the adorable Sid, Shar wondered what she had done to deserve this. The fruitcake thoroughly kept her from feeling up Sid- not that she would get much of a feel, given how buried in coat the shorter woman was- and haunted her as no other food item was able to do. "Well, you are a delectable morsel, but I am not sure there is enough of you for a full meal. More a colorful sharbaat." she accommodated the swing around that the smaller woman directed, and tucked her in as close as she could manage. "Pizza will be very necessary, I am afraid." Off to Little Ben's they went.
The walk was not going to be terribly long... but oh, what a walk it was slowly becoming. Shar had not taken anything since this morning, but something was giving her that warm, twitchy feeling, and it was not just the closeness of her friend's small, adorable body. "Siiiidney," she sing-songed, leaning down to press her mouth close to the ear of the other woman, "Did you know something I did not?" If so, no wonder the other woman had been so damnably insistent on the fruitcake- and blessings upon her for that foresight. Because while the world was alreadysparkling from their jewel-like snow, more and more it was growing particularly... shiny.
Her calloused hand was filled with bag and pizza, and Sid was still huddled warm and close, and Shar could feel her impatience rising- even more so as her friend peered up at her, a mischief that the larger woman was coming to know well lurking in those bright eyes of hers. "Hold the pizza," she informed Sidney, and shoved it at her- before bending and scooping her slighter friend up.
If the position put Shar's hand more firmly near Sidney's posterior, that was sheer coincidence. And the pizza keeping more of Sid's body nice and toasty was lucky chance, that was all. And Sid being right at the perfect height was simply icing on the cake.
Shar spun her cute little armful of rainbow princess quickly, then toddled her way back towards Sidney's house, intent on getting them both someplace safe and warm before the rest of this oncoming high hit them like a glorious fun train.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 6:05 pm
A mischievous, well satisfied smile spread across Sid's face and was the only answer she gave to the question about what she knew or didn't, even as she shivered pleasantly at the proximity. Since Shar's hands were busy, she was free to do as she pleased and most of that involved a delicious amount of touching. She hummed happily, wandering through a tune as she saved the warmth inside of her and the extra vibrancy of the world as a whole. It was entirely delightful, whatever it was. The DJ was pulled out of intent study of a particularly vibrant mural on the side of a building they were passing when Shar shoved the pizza at her. Her hands closed reflexively around the box, one on either side, and then suddenly the world went tipsy as her feet left the ground. Sidney squealed as she threw her arms around Shar's neck, pizza still clutched tight, and laughter fell sparkling from her lips as she bodily carried off. "Shar!" She gasped out as she clung, giggled threading through her voice. "You're going to hit some ice and we're going to end up smears on the sidewalk." Sidewalk that was passing at a fast clip, now that they were traveling in the taller woman's gound-eating stride. Tall people with their legs... one of the few things she envied about their height. At least Shar was willing to put them to work for the greater good of getting the pair of them home where they could eat more delicious cake and maybe see how shiny the inside of her bedroom was... so Sid couldn't complain too much. Ooooh maybe we should go down to the studio... Her keyboard was down there, and some tracks she had made up. There was a couch too, well used to being put to the sort of use she had in mind. A perfect plan... and Sid was already digging her keys out of her coat pocket as they came in sight of the door, pizza balanced precariously in one hand as she bent down to nuzzle into Shar's hair, finding the curve of her ear with her lips and then her teeth as she hummed happily. A wave of warmth greeted them, a concession Rob thankfully made for his poor room mate, who was forever chilled in DC winters. "Swing by the kitchen so I can put down the pizza... and we should head downstairs. I wanna show you my stuido." Sid murmured.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 9:00 am
Shahar did not protest the tickling touches Sid gave her- how could she?- though the taller woman did squirm and squawk at appropriate moments, leaning in to try and bop the top of that rainbow head with her mouth- since that was the only bit free, of course. It was comfortable and happy, and Shar appreciated that; admiring the way the snow sparkled and... everything sparkled. And when she had an armful of wicked, two small arms around her neck- ah. Yes. A personal heater.
"I am secure in my footing," Shar said with amusement, "Though if you keep wiggling, how am I to focus on where I am walking?" she swatted her lightly on the leg, clucking her tongue. "And what we? I know you- you will find a way to escape the smearing unscathed." And maybe Shahar would get lucky and Sid would turn out to be good with a band-aid. What was the chance her medicine cabinet was full of those childish rainbow band-aids, or the little oddly-shaped ones, to provide her a little cheer? The thought amused her, and her hands flexed, tucking Sid closer to her chest as they went sneaking in for some extra warmth.
At last the house was in sight, and the key was produced- Shar bent to allow the smaller woman to unlock and open the door, sighing happily at the blast of warmth that hit her bones. "I have been here a bit over 6 years," she told the smaller woman, carrying her princess style over the thresh-hold and nudging the door closed behind them with a foot, spinning to let Sid lock it, "And I still cannot get used to how damnably cold it is here. I should have visited my father more in winter, but he would usually come see us."
Marching orders in place, Shar danced them across the living room, peering at the apartment, reveling in the warmth and euphoria building faster and faster inside her. "Kitchen~" she sing-songed obediently, waiting until Sid deposited their dinner. "Are you sure you want to show me the studio?" she asked, "I have a few other things I would dearly love to check out." her eyebrows waggled, no innocence gleaming there. "Where do you put your coats?" she was already heading for the way down, even as she teased Sid- if the woman wanted to show her something, Shahar was practically always willing to oblige. Especially when there was promise of such lovely reward for her obedience.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 1:43 pm
The old brick on the duplex kept the house reasonably warm, cacooning a home that had a taste of the shabby to it, but in a comfortable sort of way. Nothing was really new, much was handed down; thrift store finds or dumpster treasure. It wasn't as clean as Rob could have wished, but he fought a losing battle against both his clutter and the disaster zone that appeared wherever Sid was any length of time. She dropped the pizza box on the cluttered counter, after pushing some empty beer bottles aside. The view out the window was dreary grey winter, but somehow it managed to impress shades of dove and charcoal with hints of umber and pale, pale blue. Even the smell of beer rose pleasantly... mixing with the smell of Shar's hair. "I hate the cold." Sid mumbled, more interested in working Shar's coat and shirt away from her neck so she could press her lips to her skin. "Only want to show a lil'..." Her mouth traveled, delivering delicious little nips. "But maybe clothes off first, then music." The stairs to the basement studio were down the hall, past the stairs up to the bedrooms. The walls had a home made feel to them, but a lot of the house did since Rob had been doing much of the work himself. The studio was the gem of the house, though it maybe wasn't terribly fancy compaired to a professional one. It did what it was supposed to... and it had a couch. They managed to make it down on it, Sid dragging Shar along by her collar, without much mishap. More due to the taller woman's athleticism than anything else, truly. Sid was an unweildy bundle, though a warm and sparkling one. A pressure built behind her eyes as she lavished kisses, her hands searching for skin. At first it was ignored in favor of more fun sensations, but with the pressure came a weird... flatness. It spread slowly, bringing with it a sort of restlessness she couldn't explain. Had she paid attention, she might have thought the hangover was setting in early... but she only really took notice when it forced her mouth away from Shar, her chest having as she panted. Things were decidedly less shiny suddenly, to her disappointment. Less shiny for sure, and more... monotone. More than usual, even. s**t. No one had mentioned a crash to Sid... though chances are she'd have done it anyway. "Hold on, hold on..." She mumbled, pressing her fingers to Shar's lips as she frowned, trying to push down the feeling. Breaking in the middle of what they were doing was the last thing she wanted right now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 7:24 pm
Oh. Oh. Things in her gut twisted and churned as Sidney's mouth made contact with Shahar's skin, and her sigh was half happy, half pained. "I know how it feels to hate the cold. One day you will have to-" she almost said Come to Egypt with me but already knew what a bad idea that could possibly be. Between the... everything. "You will have to go someplace warm for a few days with me. Perhaps Florida? Arizona? Someplace not cold, so we can thaw our bones." her calloused hands lazily stroked someplace on Sid- she wasn't sure where, exactly, she couldn't see, but it was soft and warm.
Her outer coat hit the floor before they were even in the studio, she thought, but the only attention she was paying to where she was going was to make sure she didn't trip and squish her precious cargo. There were sweet kisses though, and she made appropriately appreciative noises to thank the other woman for such careful attention. They flopped onto the couch, or rather Shar did, so she didn't squish her happy little bundle, and slid her hands towards the bottom of Sidney's jacket. "That really needs to come off," she commented, and then her brow furrowed. Hold on, hold on. A finger pressed to her lips, and that uncomfortable feeling in Shar's belly twisted again. It felt like gas, or... was this what love felt like? Similar to an onset of diarrhea, or... fruitcake's revenge? That might be why Shar did not feel comfortable with the concept of romantic love. She hardly liked... well. It made her think of vomiting, and bad trips.
She stared at the ceiling thoughtfully, before lowering her hand to Sidney's face, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone. "Are you well, farasha? I am fine with a cuddle." if only so her stomach wouldn't make that uncomfortable gurgle again. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she glanced around the studio, nosy. "Did you change your mind about the pizza, perhaps?" But just uttering pizza... she really did hope Sidney said no. The thought of moist, gooey, warm cheese was suddenly.... distinctly less pleasant.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 3:27 pm
The first sign had been the flatness, but it didn't stay like that for long. It was hard to ignore the crash when the weirdness suddenly turned into true and awful queasiness. Sid felt it crawl up the back of her throat and she clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide and horrified. Shar was a warm and pleasant bundle between her stocking-clad thighs, but the drive for removing all the clothes hiding her dusky skin was gone, replaced with a very present and suddenly demanding drive of another sort. Oh god...She didn't even have the time or attention to feel embarrassed about breaking off in the middle of a hot make-out session, or to regret the loss. The rainbow DJ rolled off her partner to scramble towards the tiny, ugly water closet under the stairs. All she cared was that it had a toilet, though by the time her skinny knees hit the dingy linoleum, she would have settled for the utility sink next to the washer. It wasn't pretty, meeting that fruitcake for the second time. In a matter of moments, Sid relived every sin she had ever committed and paid for it twice over, leaving her weak, miserable, and clinging to the toilet like it was the end of her first bender. "I'm never touching cake again..." She moaned as she pulled the silver lever, watching clean water rush in. The roar of it made her head ache, but the nausea seemed to be lightening. "I'm never touching fruit again."
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 4:48 pm
It did not bother her when Sidney jerked away, though the lack of her lover and that pleasant warmth her body gave off made Shahar all-too-aware of how her guts were twisting themselves up in knots. Maybe this was what love felt like, she decided. It was not a particularly good feeling- love probably was not very healthy for you, in the end. Was it fatal? Ehhh. She watched the rainbow-hued woman dash across- oh.
Oh.
The sound- and the smell- of Sidney retching made Shahar roll and dash after her, realizing that love was not the issue roiling her gut. Thank the gods old and new that she had not eaten nearly as much of the hellcake as Sidney- but she wasn't going to make it to the water closet. Sidney might have been willing to settle for the utility sink, but Shahar did, vomiting with some relish. There wasn't much- it was more like.... really bad acid reflux, at this point. It burned, and her head spun, and she gripped at the sink with all the strength in her calloused fingers.
Sidney was still curled up by the toilet when Shar chose to let her long body slide to the floor, and then crawled across it to join her lover in the water closet. A calloused, probably now-dirty hand reached out, caressing bright hair. "Is this a good time to tell you I told you so?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 3:44 pm
Sure, she had done some genuinely not-great things in her life, but did she really deserve this? She was a good person, under it all, just... hard used by life. She could be forgiven for not being a sterling model of good morals... right? Somehow, Sid suspected the world disagreed with her, which was why this hell was being visited on her, but she couldn't help feeling it was just a bit much. A hand stroked her head, which still reeled by the by, and she groaned, her cheek pressed to the cool plastic of the seat as she sat with her arms curled around the basin. Her dark brows and the bridge of her nose scrunched up as she made a face, unable to fully hide the tweak of a smile her lips wanted to ******** you." She laughed, the sound falling into a groan of true and utter discomfort and regret. That was probably about as much Holiday Spirit as she could stand for one year. January couldn't come fast enough.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 7:01 pm
Fruitcake. It was evil. It was known.
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