Post by Just Richard on Dec 28, 2010 3:14:23 GMT -8
Mat works over a stove with a concerned expression on his face. His dark eyes dart from one of the four pots on the top of the stove to another is quick succession It's evident that he is preparing a Christmas dinner. He lets out a breath and shakes his head.
Blood and ashes, how do women do it? I mean, I'm here sweating my ass off and all so I can prove the my new fiancee that I'm good for more things than just a specimen or a over-sized dildo. Although that second one isn't too bad to be.
He leans down to check the two ovens and make sure the three things are secure and heating right.
Four pots, three things in two different ovens, countless timers and in the middle an amateur cooking Eshu. If there's a hidden camera in here I swear. I'll be checking youtube for the next few days. She'd be the one to link this to Faebook just to spite me. Burn me this is rough.
One of the timers goes off and he pulls the top oven open before removing a CorningWare dish. Inside is an orange mixture with toasted marshmallows on top of it.
Well, one down what is it... six to go. Damn sweat in my eyes. Sheila's out there bitching about the cold and here I am sweating my ass off. I had a nice trip with Anthem to her parents place. Her predicament is... odd. Pot, kettle, black, right? But still I've never seen a case of something of that nature and if my suspicions are correct... the ramifications of that are rather frightening. I hope she's safe and well there. I also hope I don't get beat the fuck up by the master of her house. You know Trolls and their temper. Ah well, she's blood and he doesn't necessarily own either of us. I'm just an employer and she is... well, not really anything to him, beyond a tenant. I have yet figured out a way to get her out of that situation, but she did volunteer herself to live there. Hmm, I don't know, something to talk over when she gets back or maybe on the first. It'll come up eventually.
She seems pretty interested in my House, but that might be idle curiosity. Most newly Chrysalised of us tend to want to learn everything about our society as possible--and us Eshu are the worst. But she is a Knight and I intend to find a House for her, be it Fiona, Dougal, or even Gwydion if she swings that way.
Another timer goes off and Mat opens the oven. He reaches inside absent-mindedly and grabs hold of the baking sheet fixed with the crescent rolls. Pain is clearly evident immediately and curses fly from the Eshu's mouth in a steady stream.
Blood and bloody ashes! Burn me silent! ~Of all the fucking stupid things to do. This is what I fucking get for thinking about fucking girls all the fucking time. That's it I'm done fucking women. Fucking done.~
It starts with Mat's usual eclectic way of cursing, then it changes into something else. Something that sounds harsh and yet artistically beautiful at the same time, despite his tone. After a moment, he works his way to the water faucet and starts running water over the burn. It's clear the burn is quite serious as the blistering skin starts to swell.
Oh, great. Just fucking great. This'll take a while to heal, which means driving will be a bitch that means the race on next Tues is probably a bust. Which means that money will be tight coming into the new year which means... oh fuck it, I'm going anyway busted hand or no. Fire can...die in itself.
He moves over and fully removes the pan with his undamaged hand and sets it aside. He checks the pots on the stove and sets the burners to warm as he notices the zeroes on the timers. The final timer goes off and he opens the larger over below the small toasting oven and removes the ham. He sets everything out and takes his time setting the table just so. It takes a while as he is one handed but finally a rather immaculate setting is laid out, complete with candles and red wine set in a chilling pail. He surveys his work.
Eh, it's a bit intimate for a holiday dinner, but I'm Fiona so anyone who doesn't like it can go fuck themselves. I know Sheila will appreciate it so that's all that matters.
He finally looks over at the tree and the few gifts left underneath for those who are not present "From" and "To" labels. Nissa, Andrick, Lenka, and others stand out in the midst. One rather large box is black with gold ribbon addressed as To: Lenka Kara-Murza, From: Matrim Cauthon. Mat smiled in spite of himself at the knowledge of that ones contents. Another pair set towards the back was two red and silver boxes. They looked rather identical in shape and size one addressed To: Sheila, From: Matthew. Even though all the others were opened Mat had made a point to leave that for later.
The other simply reads, To: Ramona. From:
Blood and ashes, how do women do it? I mean, I'm here sweating my ass off and all so I can prove the my new fiancee that I'm good for more things than just a specimen or a over-sized dildo. Although that second one isn't too bad to be.
He leans down to check the two ovens and make sure the three things are secure and heating right.
Four pots, three things in two different ovens, countless timers and in the middle an amateur cooking Eshu. If there's a hidden camera in here I swear. I'll be checking youtube for the next few days. She'd be the one to link this to Faebook just to spite me. Burn me this is rough.
One of the timers goes off and he pulls the top oven open before removing a CorningWare dish. Inside is an orange mixture with toasted marshmallows on top of it.
Well, one down what is it... six to go. Damn sweat in my eyes. Sheila's out there bitching about the cold and here I am sweating my ass off. I had a nice trip with Anthem to her parents place. Her predicament is... odd. Pot, kettle, black, right? But still I've never seen a case of something of that nature and if my suspicions are correct... the ramifications of that are rather frightening. I hope she's safe and well there. I also hope I don't get beat the fuck up by the master of her house. You know Trolls and their temper. Ah well, she's blood and he doesn't necessarily own either of us. I'm just an employer and she is... well, not really anything to him, beyond a tenant. I have yet figured out a way to get her out of that situation, but she did volunteer herself to live there. Hmm, I don't know, something to talk over when she gets back or maybe on the first. It'll come up eventually.
She seems pretty interested in my House, but that might be idle curiosity. Most newly Chrysalised of us tend to want to learn everything about our society as possible--and us Eshu are the worst. But she is a Knight and I intend to find a House for her, be it Fiona, Dougal, or even Gwydion if she swings that way.
Another timer goes off and Mat opens the oven. He reaches inside absent-mindedly and grabs hold of the baking sheet fixed with the crescent rolls. Pain is clearly evident immediately and curses fly from the Eshu's mouth in a steady stream.
Blood and bloody ashes! Burn me silent! ~Of all the fucking stupid things to do. This is what I fucking get for thinking about fucking girls all the fucking time. That's it I'm done fucking women. Fucking done.~
It starts with Mat's usual eclectic way of cursing, then it changes into something else. Something that sounds harsh and yet artistically beautiful at the same time, despite his tone. After a moment, he works his way to the water faucet and starts running water over the burn. It's clear the burn is quite serious as the blistering skin starts to swell.
Oh, great. Just fucking great. This'll take a while to heal, which means driving will be a bitch that means the race on next Tues is probably a bust. Which means that money will be tight coming into the new year which means... oh fuck it, I'm going anyway busted hand or no. Fire can...die in itself.
He moves over and fully removes the pan with his undamaged hand and sets it aside. He checks the pots on the stove and sets the burners to warm as he notices the zeroes on the timers. The final timer goes off and he opens the larger over below the small toasting oven and removes the ham. He sets everything out and takes his time setting the table just so. It takes a while as he is one handed but finally a rather immaculate setting is laid out, complete with candles and red wine set in a chilling pail. He surveys his work.
Eh, it's a bit intimate for a holiday dinner, but I'm Fiona so anyone who doesn't like it can go fuck themselves. I know Sheila will appreciate it so that's all that matters.
He finally looks over at the tree and the few gifts left underneath for those who are not present "From" and "To" labels. Nissa, Andrick, Lenka, and others stand out in the midst. One rather large box is black with gold ribbon addressed as To: Lenka Kara-Murza, From: Matrim Cauthon. Mat smiled in spite of himself at the knowledge of that ones contents. Another pair set towards the back was two red and silver boxes. They looked rather identical in shape and size one addressed To: Sheila, From: Matthew. Even though all the others were opened Mat had made a point to leave that for later.
The other simply reads, To: Ramona. From: