why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
With the seal of approval given by the men's thorough (and swift) devouring of the pancakes, Amalia wastes no time in setting more to cook. Enjoying the distraction of a challenge, she this time attempts a rather more complex series of patterns: a dragon, somewhat misshapen but still a good approximation, and a unicorn beside.
Jyoti is trying to get Sugar's attention when the Shield turns back, leaning against the counter with one eye still on the stove. "Ah... I'm not actually that hungry," she admits, though she hasn't eaten anything since the afternoon before. More nauseous, really, her anxiety a tight knot in her gut that threatens to suffocate her if she looks at it too closely. "And I'm enjoying- oh, fuck!"
The cause of the curse is readily apparent as faint curls of smoke rise from the dragon-cake. Turning swiftly back to the stovetop Amalia scrambles to flip it over, succeeding only in thoroughly mangling the poor pancake into a misshapen, folded mess. "Mort," she hisses with far more anguish than one ruined pancake rightly deserves, tension radiant in her shaking figure. "I'm sorry, I'm- I'm so sorry. Oh, gods, I can't-" Her voice cracks and tears begin to fall, the floodgates broken by this straw upon her back.
Jyoti is trying to get Sugar's attention when the Shield turns back, leaning against the counter with one eye still on the stove. "Ah... I'm not actually that hungry," she admits, though she hasn't eaten anything since the afternoon before. More nauseous, really, her anxiety a tight knot in her gut that threatens to suffocate her if she looks at it too closely. "And I'm enjoying- oh, fuck!"
The cause of the curse is readily apparent as faint curls of smoke rise from the dragon-cake. Turning swiftly back to the stovetop Amalia scrambles to flip it over, succeeding only in thoroughly mangling the poor pancake into a misshapen, folded mess. "Mort," she hisses with far more anguish than one ruined pancake rightly deserves, tension radiant in her shaking figure. "I'm sorry, I'm- I'm so sorry. Oh, gods, I can't-" Her voice cracks and tears begin to fall, the floodgates broken by this straw upon her back.
Amalia
