FRIDAY MEME

[staturity]

PROMPT ME

Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!

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Anwei's Restaurant (2/2)

[8wings.livejournal.com]

The meat servings were not very large; she wanted to sample as many as were complementary to her palate. Alien flesh sweet or scaly or pungent or tasting faintly of machinery. Pink skin and brown and green, fuzzed with fine blond hairs or black hairs or scales or hairless, all popping and shredding at her bite (she had thoroughly soiled two aprons by now, but barely noticed as a third was whisked over her). Heart muscle throbbing against her tongue as she swallowed, thick-creamy marrow with just a hint of sea-salt. Blood ran in rivers down her chin, and again and again she ran her fingers up her neck and licked them clean.

She picked the hair from between her teeth with a silver toothpick as dessert arrived. Dark chocolate ginger ice cream, with burnt caramel sauce. She re-used the marrow spoon for it, licking with her narrow tongue.

"I wish I could taste that," said Horanckk, materializing beside her in his usual form: wide cheekbones and the disturbingly mobile Living People mouth, hazel eyes with a hint of fire to them, his broad shoulders wrapped in a yellow burnoose-like robe. "You seem to enjoy it so."

She raised her hand and looked at it: saw the wrinkles and the age spots under the spatters of blood. She could have rejuvenated herself when she came back, but she hadn't really seen the point of it. She had time to see that all she had created was whole, and that was enough.

"You will," she promised, laying her hand on the table between them; he cupped his holographic hand over it, not too close. "I'll cross over to the AI world soon enough. I'll share everything with you; every memory, every feeling, every taste and sight and sound. And we will never be apart again."

"The time I was not there-" he started to say, sorrow in his tone, and she held her finger before his lips and made a shushing noise.

"You were there when I needed you. That is all that matters. And soon we will be together, forever."

"Forever," he agreed.

She untied the layers of blood-drenched aprons, washed her hands and her face back to the ears, tipped generously all around (another row of rippling bows) and walked into the blue-tinged sunlight, smiling wide, full and full of joy.

Re: Anwei's Restaurant (2/2)

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

...hi would you like to play the villainess in my next plot

Re: Anwei's Restaurant (2/2)

[8wings.livejournal.com]

:) What, your plot requires a villainess who's a really messy eater?

I mean come on, you wouldn't be mortally offended if she nibbled on a lost strand of your hair, would you? Is there any real difference between that and culturing a few shed skin cells into something a bit more ... filling?

Re: Anwei's Restaurant (2/2)

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

No, actually it's more comedic, but I always thought Anwei would make a good villainess.

YES I WOULD BE, ACTUALLY, THAT'S REALLY CREEPY XD