Jul 8, 2021
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@beteclair asked: 14 - Favourite food as a child
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A Happy Birthday drabble for @beteclair. Belated, for in Toussaint the happy souls seem to know no time nor hour, according to the proverb. They tend to arrive with the twilight, the priests say. As if lovemaking is the same kind of magic that keeps the streets light up at night in the unhuman districts of Novigrad. When the blonde sisters saw the lanterns for the first time they longed to touch them. Both, silently, and at the same time. They were the malachite fireflies with lemon rind. It was beautiful. The perfect light for a sigh and a smile, a perfect light to fall in love with a dream.
But the elves and dwarves of Novigrads kept their eyes low and cared more about the raids than about dreams. The twins found it extremely sad. At least they had an entertaining security system at the Vivaldi’s. That put a smile back on the tricksters’ faces and blush into their cheeks. Journeys end in lovers meeting - and Nistana had fallen in love with the triple lock system, engraved with swans and vines, while Natanis sated her hunger with a dwarf, who had caught them red-hoofed, but turned out to be an appreciative commissioner of breaking-in arts. Instead of sending the thieving “monsters” to the pyre, he had gallantry offered to explore the security system together in exchange for a vow, that the horned dames would never pay any unattended visits to the banks of the honourable Vivaldi chain. The vivacious succubi spend a merry night pointing out all the weak spots one could slip in, according to their practical and passionate hobby, while their guide spinned a useful tip or two, how to overcome a classic puzzle-lock Mahakam origin in less than a 3 breaths or which lockpick is better to use on a Koviri safe. Nor did he forget about compliments.
All that said, succubi are not like clockworks, predictable and boring. Naturally, all creatures of the night prefer to walk under the moon, whether their skin gets scourged under sunlight or not. But in Toussaint even the daytime offers the languid sensuality that makes kisses and clandestine whispers bloom in the shade. Thusly, the horned coquettes dash in and out of The Rocking Horse at the oddest of hours. The toyshop is under an unspoken siege of theirs, and no amount of growls or solemn indifference of its master can lift it. During the Lambs festival, as the tradition dictated the twins took turns to dust the workshop and chase the spiders a size of their hoofs away ( the sight of one made tender-hearted Nistana faint ). They consider it a great sacrifice. Yet they always leave at the same time, as if the moment is sewn into their skulls. Just before the sun rises from her own sky bower, the hour of the silent birds. They taste the last crumbs of the gloomy toymaker’s dreams and kiss him back into slumber, where he calls after the raven-haired woman, whose laughter tastes like a rare wine and whose feet are fragile and bare as they dance through the fields of wintry Nazairi roses. In the dreams he always catches her before she falls and the flowers turn crimson and whiter under a dark sun. The twins make sure he did. Their kisses fall tenderly upon the toymaker’s hollow cheeks, tiny and light like apple blossoms. They don’t leave notes or disturb his slumber to say goodbye, sewn through an excuse to locate a lost ribbon from the night after. Every morning he wakes up, tasting apples upon his lips and smiles, knowing that as the trees bloom every spring, he would find the merry blonde succubi at the end of every day, safe and sound. And yet...sometimes he desperately wishes for a taste of pears.
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We know Regis likes to brew mandrake, but are there any kind of other spirits he’s tried his hands at and enjoys? What about tea?
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His very first attempts at making alcohol were actually various types of wine -- though it was more the process he found to be enjoyable that the booze choice itself; as it turns out, he's not terribly fond of wine, and he changed what he was making before he ever got to be good at making it. Mandrake moonshine was his second attempt, and was born out of adoration of mandrake itself. ( ie. why not try it with something he already knows he likes, particularly when there's the added challenge of 'it can't kill me or anyone else.' )
Every now and again, he will actually try his hand at one flavor of mead or another. Which seems rather off the wall, but the connection is simple: Radana keeps bees as a hobby and because the hive took a shine to her, and she therefore can give him some positively divine honey to work with. Of course, the instances of him making mead aren't nearly as common as his moonshine for two reasons. The first being that he prefers the taste of the moonshine more, and the second? He'd much rather use the honey for tea.
Bc ngl, he's a tea hound that adores the entire process from selecting herbs and or flowers to roasting to brewing, and especially to drinking. It all sort of blends a handful of his passions ( medical, plant uses, and food flavor ) so it's incredibly satisfying in much the same way as his moonshine is. And of course, you can expect that he's got a few more originally-poisonous-but-not-anymore recipes up his hand bc that, in particular, is a fascination of his. But anyway point being, in another life he totally opened a tea house instead of becoming a surgeon. Or maybe in tandem. It's hard to say with him; he's just crazy enough to try both, don't even put it past him.
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"Regis mentioned you'd be paying me a visit at some point." He held the vampire's gaze, unyielding in his stance and demeanour. For now he kept his hand off his silver sword, but he stayed alert for any signs of danger.
"He said you wanted to talk. So talk."
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"Nor would our love for..." Anarietta fidgets with her rings, looking at the rising sun, drowning the sleeping palace in a mourning gold. Both of them know what name refuses to leave her tongue. For that name evokes guilt, pain and love. It is as sharp as a knife. "Perchance, love and pain always go hand in hand. You have walked this earth longer than I. You should have learned the truthful answer to this. Even better than I did. Am I right, then?"