[meme] in the spirit of the holidays...
• THE BACCANO! REQUEST MEME •
because the kink meme wasn't very kinky and we needed some kind of holiday exchange.
HOW THIS WORKS:☞ post a comment with what you'd like and how you'd like it ( Read more... )
because the kink meme wasn't very kinky and we needed some kind of holiday exchange.
HOW THIS WORKS:☞ post a comment with what you'd like and how you'd like it ( Read more... )
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Huey took a moment to try and name each taste, place where it had come from.
Tomato, onion, garlic, oil, cheese.
Dinner, of course; both meat and pasta covered in sauces and cheese, served in plates and bowls and platters that had come in waves from the kitchen, never-ending, one after the other, each grander than before.
Cinnamon, vanilla, powdered sugar.
The wedding cake, topped with delicate lavender-colored sugar flowers. Chane had frowned slightly when she and Claire had cut the cake, the blade cleanly cleaving a buttercream blossom in twain. The redhead had simply smiled and offered her one half on the flat of the blade before popping the other part into his mouth.
Honey.
The honey wine Maiza and the Martillos had brought as a wedding present, even if they ended up drinking most of it themselves. The bottle Maiza had brought for their table was almost too sweet to take, the alcohol content stronger and a little bitter the only saving grace. Somehow, though, it had still complimented the cake, and enough had made the room blur slightly in the corners.
Enough of the mead had made Elmer, sitting next to him with his tie loosened enough to undo the button at his throat, laugh. Incessantly. At every joke, anecdote, and quip, even if they were terrible.
And Huey realized that he had drunk enough when the idea of kissing the blonde to shut him up seemed like a brilliant idea.
On reflection, though, he should have known better. Elmer was never quiet, never had been -- always smiling, laughing, hands moving as he talked. A nature he proved by moaning softly into Huey's mouth (surprise, then want, good Lord) and clutching slightly-tipsy at the front of his suit, fingers creasing the linen vest. Huey's own hands were busy as well, one tugging at Elmer's undone tie while the other mussed Elmer's gold-color strands and knocked his hat askew.
He couldn't taste Elmer, the fundamental human essence. Just food and drink, alcohol thick on both their tongues. The injustice warranted another sample to be taken at a later time.
Finally, Elmer pushed Huey back and blinked at him. The ever present smile had been replaced with a bemused expression, eyes bright, lips slightly swollen, pale cheeks flushed. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before settling on, "Bad form, mate."
Huey's eyebrows slid up his brow.
There it was. That smile was creeping back. "Now people aren't paying attention to the bride," Elmer admonished.
Their table was fairly empty, just him and Elmer, Maiza, Cezslaw, and the demon that had caused all of this, who were watching with amused interest. Over Cezlaw's dark head, Huey caught a glimpse of Chane, sitting at the head table with her new husband. She tipped her head slightly. Tres bien, Father. She glanced pointedly at Claire next to her, the redhead talking animatedly to the brown-haired boy wearing a fedora next to him. I must often do the same.
"Took you long enough," the youngest of the immortals complained before turning his attention to his coffee cup.
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