DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The heathen, the fiend, the savage watched as she quietly took over his kitchen; indifferent towards the action entirely, permitting her supremacy, just a witness to the event. It was amusing to listen to her boast though, even in a self-deprecating manner; because she’d always been the one to readily admit a flaw (and never; not even close – the beast understood and comprehended defects). It was an impudent, irreverent little moment, and he savored it with a smirk, enjoyed the spark of fire and flames, the boldness, the audacity, rendering her like the sun and the stars. He wanted to scorch his fingers on her skin, simmer and savor his mouth on her lips, again and again and again until they were both drunk on the haze, the lust, the whims, the ardency; turning the molten crescendos and thoughts for later. At her lofty decrees though, while he searched with curiosity and devilry, he added one of his own, notable for its ridiculousness and for days when they weren’t all so spread apart. “We made bread to rival yours, I believe.” Also because of her tutelage and instruction, despite the rampant amount of chaos and chicanery in the bakery, but he was careful not to mention that.Secrets were still secrets though, baskets snatched away beneath his nose and hands before he could snatch a decent look. His features flattened in response, like a young child bothered that their game had been delayed or finished prematurely – and only altering as he watched his shirt ride up along her legs; entertained by the image. For his mischief, he was only rewarded a peck on the nose, furrowing his brow and mock-grumbling, given direction in his own damned house.
But he acquiesced, maneuvering back to his kitchen and the drawers laden with tools. He found an adequate knife (from a long range of other assorted daggers and stilettos – this one strictly for utensils and not stabbing), and waited for the pie to cool before cutting into it, taking a deep breath to savor the scents and smells. The Reaper snagged two plates, and placed a carved piece for her, then himself, before bringing them over to the table. With an ease, a certain level of comfort around her than anyone else, he spun back towards the kitchen for beverages, arms reaching for glasses. “Drink choice?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
