TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[illuminating]

[She sits like an impatient child, after following him in her line of sight, fidgeting, sighing heavily through the nose. But before much longer, he's returned with the savory treat, and she stands to greet him, tail waving behind her. Teeth set to chomping down in the center of the skewer and she tugs at it to loosen it from his fingers. Or snatch it, if he makes her.

Either way, she plops onto the floor and holds it between her paws to shear the meat free. When she chews, she gazes at him blissfully, contentedly, lazily. Even thankfully.]

[leloup]

[jeeze, why don't you take his fingers off, too? it's enough to make Bigby almost drop his own skewer, which he thankfully doesn't.]

...Okay, you're a fan of pork. Good to know.

[incredibly vital information to stow away for the future, obviously. that said, she seems happy enough. call him a sap, but that's enough to erase a good deal of the prior exasperation, which wasn't really even exasperation at all come to think of it. more like low-grade bemusement. it isn't every day you meet a brazen young lady who speaks your language.

and fuck it — he's getting hungry, too. the remaining skewer he's holding isn't getting any hotter, so it's with less enthusiasm that he starts digging into his, too. the first bite is euphoric in his mouth, dripping with fat and whatever marinade they cooked it in, which really does a great deal to get him going. soon, he's tearing chunks away with as much restraint as he can afford to keep it from turning into hungry abandon.]

[illuminating]

[Typically, she seizes up for a tense moment when it seems as if he'll almost lose his share, but when he doesn't, she relaxes visibly. It's such a pathetic trait. She doesn't technically even need food. Sure, if she has an Astral Pouch, collecting it will revive her, but this is for taste more than anything.

Even if she pouts, it's still better to share a meal with someone. For once, she's trying to make hers last, but teeth as sharp as hers are made for tearing and tossing, and it's gone within the matter of a minute or so. She grumbles and licks the skewer, not allowing a drop of taste to escape her.]