for the goblin
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maderrBecause she sent me a flower ^__^
DwtD 'verse, written here so pardon errors I may miss.
There was nothing wrong with being a vegetarian. Especially when the meat of choice for your species was human.
Didn’t anyone pay attention to what humans ate? Honestly. Totally put you off eating them.
Friske nibbled on a piece of apple from the far side of the room, watching with a grimace as his family gnawed lazily on bones while they bitched and groaned about the aftertaste of their chosen meal.
Some poor waiter who made the mistake of working late and walking home alone in the early hours of the morning.
Honestly, only goblins would be continuously surprised at how awful humans tasted.
At least where eating them was concerned. Eating as in cooking – boiling, roasting, whatever.
Now, Friske preferred a whole different sort of eating. And man did he hope his family never found that out. Luckily he was only home for a couple more days, and after he finished school he could plead work and never have to return for more than a holiday here and there.
Honestly, he was completely happy he was half nymph. Thank god for his mother and her little infidelities.
Friske uncurled from the couch, stretching out his bony frame, examining his greenish skin and valiantly blocking out the slurping sounds as they started on the heart. Yuck. Disgusting. Was he really related to these people?
He thought of Pierre, a fellow intern at the city history museum, with brown waves and dark green eyes, always chewing bubblegum no matter how many times the curator yelled at him. Tried to picture him as a meal for his family. He nearly puked up his fruit salad all over the living room.
The looks on their faces when they realized he was dating their food would be priceless. Always he was ignored – expected here, ordered to do that, told to go there, made to do this. But otherwise ignored.
Oh, he couldn’t wait for the day he was old enough to stand on his own and no longer under his family’s control. Just one more year, and he and Pierre could go wherever they wanted. Though they’d probably stay in the city.
What better place was there than a city ruled by a demon who permitted any and all to live and play so long as they did not cause real trouble. The rumors said the demon himself had a ghost for a lover – Friske would love to see how that was possible.
Plus, his family hated cities and Pierre’s was only an hour from it.
As the sounds at the table grew more and more disgusting, Friske chanced a look, saw his family completely enthralled with fondue for dessert – he really didn’t want to know what pieces they’d chosen for that – and decided he could sneak out. He never really go the whole family must be present for dinner thing, except maybe they thought he’d finally change his mind.
No way. There were far better than things to do with humans than dip them in chocolate.
Hmmm.
He could probably make the grocery store if he left now.
DwtD 'verse, written here so pardon errors I may miss.
There was nothing wrong with being a vegetarian. Especially when the meat of choice for your species was human.
Didn’t anyone pay attention to what humans ate? Honestly. Totally put you off eating them.
Friske nibbled on a piece of apple from the far side of the room, watching with a grimace as his family gnawed lazily on bones while they bitched and groaned about the aftertaste of their chosen meal.
Some poor waiter who made the mistake of working late and walking home alone in the early hours of the morning.
Honestly, only goblins would be continuously surprised at how awful humans tasted.
At least where eating them was concerned. Eating as in cooking – boiling, roasting, whatever.
Now, Friske preferred a whole different sort of eating. And man did he hope his family never found that out. Luckily he was only home for a couple more days, and after he finished school he could plead work and never have to return for more than a holiday here and there.
Honestly, he was completely happy he was half nymph. Thank god for his mother and her little infidelities.
Friske uncurled from the couch, stretching out his bony frame, examining his greenish skin and valiantly blocking out the slurping sounds as they started on the heart. Yuck. Disgusting. Was he really related to these people?
He thought of Pierre, a fellow intern at the city history museum, with brown waves and dark green eyes, always chewing bubblegum no matter how many times the curator yelled at him. Tried to picture him as a meal for his family. He nearly puked up his fruit salad all over the living room.
The looks on their faces when they realized he was dating their food would be priceless. Always he was ignored – expected here, ordered to do that, told to go there, made to do this. But otherwise ignored.
Oh, he couldn’t wait for the day he was old enough to stand on his own and no longer under his family’s control. Just one more year, and he and Pierre could go wherever they wanted. Though they’d probably stay in the city.
What better place was there than a city ruled by a demon who permitted any and all to live and play so long as they did not cause real trouble. The rumors said the demon himself had a ghost for a lover – Friske would love to see how that was possible.
Plus, his family hated cities and Pierre’s was only an hour from it.
As the sounds at the table grew more and more disgusting, Friske chanced a look, saw his family completely enthralled with fondue for dessert – he really didn’t want to know what pieces they’d chosen for that – and decided he could sneak out. He never really go the whole family must be present for dinner thing, except maybe they thought he’d finally change his mind.
No way. There were far better than things to do with humans than dip them in chocolate.
Hmmm.
He could probably make the grocery store if he left now.
