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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2023 3:22 am
Waru blinked briefly as Eion just dug in, claws first, spoon failing in its purpose, messy, useless thing that…
He realized with growing warmth that wasn’t from any outward fire or heated meal, that he was wed to an animal, and ******** if it didn’t light him up some kinda way. Hit all the lightest, brightest buttons. Watching his boy just — enjoy a thing for what it was. No overly complex bullshit, or napkins, or utensils. Just eating. Waru couldn’t bear to stem the growing grin as all pretense of niceties and table manners were foregone. Why stoop to eating like people when, sometimes? They were barely more than base instincts and flame-whipped desire reflected back from a choal-warped mirror.
Even glamoured the ******** up. The ring on his finger was featherlight, freeing. More a symbol of permission to love than some weighty claim. Just like the gems that collared his throat were a boon rather than a burden to wear. Whatever granted him more touch, more time, more —
Of exactly this.
My husbands not sick. The mummy’s tomb wasn’t cursed. This is just some normal s**t — allergies — irritants — a minor ******** setback with an easy resolution. ********, zinc or some bullshit.
Mantra and mentality in one, because he wasn’t going to spoil the mood with anything more. No. He was going to smother his laugh with a hot bite of pepper, and onion, and egg slurried sauce - and do his damndest not to choke on a laugh as Faustite lapped the mess of a meal from his own cupped hands.
He was almost jealous that he had to blow on his own portion, that he needed a ******** spoon at all. He was gonna buy bread next time to sop it all up with proper. Something hardy like sourdough, or something more rustic maybe? With a thick crust — with —
And six years was a long time, but Waru had stopped being surprised that his loves life had twisted into the macabre and never turned back from that point. He made himself take it all on in stride, lest he go hunting long dead ghosts n half-youma ash to piss on again. He let the idea of fifteen slide down sour and and cleansed his pallet with the knowledge of *now*, and a bite of gushy tomato, and…
“You think they’ll try and stop me?” Surprise for the thought, a growl, the laugh for the idea of Cosmos in all her glorious white light choking in a hotbox of Faustites lung smog — ******** — the space deities that were maybe needed to try getting a little bit high every now n then and then to just — chill the ******** out — the laugh slid south and got chewed on along with the sauce slicked spoon.
He licked it clean and licked his lips and found an actual answer to Faustites question. As much as he would’ve liked to see someone try, because it would’ve been fun, but no. If they were playing normal people doing normal negaverse hospital things…”But, uhmb, say they do? There’s forms n s**t you can sign. Waivers n such. They’ll see you, and I’ll come.”
A steady blink that matched the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You didn’t think I’d send you off alone, didju firebrand?”
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2023 12:10 pm
"No, I —" And he stopped, coughed hard into the crook of his arm where flecks of food and spittle stuck to his skin. Without the burden of his uniform, there was nothing to take the spray for him. Whatever; he still had to shower sometime today.
"I don't know how these things go. Been a while. Remember waiting in an office with my dad, but I can't remember if he came in with me or not." He paused, trying to stifle a smile. "Not that it would stop you." Very little did when his boy set his mind to something. Maybe it was because he didn't have much of a mind to make up, so when he did decide on something, he decided with enough body to outweigh the lack of mind.
In seriousness, his boy was smart in ways he wasn't, which made him an irreplaceable foil to Faustite's temperament and personality. Waru made up for what Eion lacked. And if anyone could navigate a situation like that, it would be Albite between the two of them.
Despite the sticky, sauced mess on his hands, Faustite went back for another stuffed shell. Scooped it up just like the one before it, but this one he tried to fit in his mouth whole. The less he had to bite off, the better. Except, Faustite had a small mouth when it came to eating, and he soon discovered that the damned thing with all its peppers and mushrooms and onions and accoutrements left him no room to chew. Fat-cheeked like a squirrel, he tried stubbornly to chew it anyway. Then he tried to swallow some of it, and —
Started coughing again. Entirely by his own fault.
After spitting up the offending shell and depositing the half-chewed, spit-soaked thing into his hands, Faustite contemplated it for a moment. He knew that any cultured human would have a problem with it if he tried to eat the thing again. As much as he liked to joke that Albite wasn't cultured, he knew the boy had more culture to him than Elex ever did. But, he also married a dumpster animal of a youmafied officer, for better or for worse.
So he slurped it back into his mouth, more carefully this time, and bit off half of it for a second round of chewing. This time, it went down easier. Mission accomplished.
"Think I know who to visit, then. Assuming Bloodstone's taking new patients."
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2023 11:36 pm
“Oh-my-s**t-E i o n! You’re ******** ridiculous,” eyes wide as the handful was reswallowed, and he took the spoon out of his mouth before he inhaled it on accident, snorted one laugh down, and the messy pile of choking sounds that wouldn’t die behind the curve of his fist. Fifth graders had more sophisticated humor than him. Had taste and the ability to be disgusted that Waru knew he just — frankly — lacked.
He was half tempted to offer to start cutting all of Ei’s food going forwards: pasta, jello, soup. Whatever would make it go down easier — but then he would’ve missed this — and the increasingly exciting opportunities to clean up after. Would’ve missed the lovely sight of Eion just — like a pig in mud — existing as comfortably as he damned well pleased.
“I ******** love you, next time you wanna share a bath? You can just ask.” He teased, waggled the spoon his boys direction. Figuring they were lucky they didn't have fancy sorta of company since his Eion was slowly beginning to look like a murder scene made by someone who painted in buckets rather than delicately with a brush. Except this all smelled far better than the coppery, burnt, after-tang of fresh blood - or the very specific way what seeped tar black from Eions own wounds never smelled quite human.
Yeah— he’d take the spiced tomato scent n peppery smears over most other things anyday.
“I swear— oh — Bloodstone?” It’d been a minute since he’d gotten to see Bloodstone, hadn’t it? Since he’d thought of him, or Ganny, or the cluster of a ******** that’d followed. He chased a bit of bellpepper and slurry aimlessly with a licked clean edge of spoonery, lost his train of thought in a very agreeable humm.
Bloodstone —-
“Don’t know that he can refuse. Figure he’s got an oath or something — n’generals are priorities n s**t, right? M’pretty sure he’ll take you. Real nice guy that one — least his underling is, seems to be? The little blond that packs the cute lunches.” he scrapped the cast-iron dully, the food finding his corn-mill of a mouth again. Giving him time to chew the whole idea over.
Bloodstone was someone with a name and a reputation that couldn’t afford to ******** around, that likely wouldn’t deliberately ******** his Husband over. That was so ******** sharp you didn’t feel the cut — gave all his answers straight edged if ever he gave any at all — Waru had always liked an obvious threat over pretty lie. Liked that best.
“I should definitely come with then — say hi, n such. Make sure you’re comfortable at least. It’s hard being human on the endah all this. Harder to be half-human probably.”
But we’ll get you through.
And he couldn’t help but reach to brush a few of his boys heat straightened hair-strands back out of the splash zone, as if they’d stay tucked behind his ears instead of looking like they were trying to get in on the mess. Not that he minded that much either — after all, cleaning up Ei’s hair was one of his favorite things to do when the time permitted it, when his boy permitted it. N if Albite had any say about anything at all? Then it would be the assurance of finding time, clawing it up out of nothing if he had to.
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