[The warm and delicious smell of food that's filling the entire room are alone enough to make one's mouth to water. For Edgar, who was once again starting to grow hungry, it was nothing but taunting. There was nothing wrong with his nose but none of the foods on the display did a thing to wake up his appetite. What a shame.
For a good moment the whole message from god called Love felt just a taunt. 'All the food and drink you can digest'. Well, that was true for the most at least.
But then, he sees a deep glass bowl placed on a table surrounded by two vases full of bright red roses. The bowl itself is filled with a red liquid and Edgar doesn't even need to get close to know what it is. He can smell the metallic sweetness. He walks up to the table and casts a brief yet thorough gaze down on the bowl -- there's even nice little cups right next to it and a ladle. As considerate this makes their host look Edgar can't help but wrinkle his nose up a little. There's something almost disgusting to see cold -- still -- blood laid out on like this.
He leaves the blood untouched for now and makes his way to the roses instead. With a gentle smile on his lips and eyes closed Edgar leans over and smells the roses, inhaling their fresh fragrance deep. Now this is more like it!
With a carefully practiced gentleness he picks up the roses from the vases, as if they were the most precious thing ever, creating a big bouquet on his arms.]
Edgar | at the feast | ota
For a good moment the whole message from god called Love felt just a taunt. 'All the food and drink you can digest'. Well, that was true for the most at least.
But then, he sees a deep glass bowl placed on a table surrounded by two vases full of bright red roses. The bowl itself is filled with a red liquid and Edgar doesn't even need to get close to know what it is. He can smell the metallic sweetness. He walks up to the table and casts a brief yet thorough gaze down on the bowl -- there's even nice little cups right next to it and a ladle. As considerate this makes their host look Edgar can't help but wrinkle his nose up a little. There's something almost disgusting to see cold -- still -- blood laid out on like this.
He leaves the blood untouched for now and makes his way to the roses instead. With a gentle smile on his lips and eyes closed Edgar leans over and smells the roses, inhaling their fresh fragrance deep. Now this is more like it!
With a carefully practiced gentleness he picks up the roses from the vases, as if they were the most precious thing ever, creating a big bouquet on his arms.]