The kitchen is preparing the final courses! Next on the menu is a House Special for Day 23, featuring the Manager of the Mostro Lounge, Monsieur Azul Ashengrotto.
For a theme like "Iceberg," there is no better ingredient than Azul. He is a creature of the deep, and he understands better than anyone that what you see on the surface is merely a fraction of the truth. This dish explores the concept of "hidden depths" and the trust required to let someone see what lies beneath the waterline.
The kitchen has prepared this Manager's Specialty Pasta with a side of sophisticated drinks and deep conversation. We do hope this "House Special" is to your satisfaction!
Serving: Iceberg
The Mostro Lounge was closed. The lights were dimmed to a soft, aquatic blue, casting rippling shadows across the floor.
You sat at the bar, the only patron allowed to remain. Behind the counter, Azul Ashengrotto was polishing a glass with methodical, rhythmic precision.
"You seem pensive tonight, Azul," you noted, resting your chin on your hand.
"Merely contemplative," Azul replied smoothly. He set the glass down and picked up an ice pick. With a few sharp, practiced strikes, he carved a rough chunk of ice into a perfect, jagged diamond shape.
He dropped it into a tumbler of blue liquid. The ice bobbed, settling so that only a tiny, sharp peak poked above the surface.
"Tell me, [....]," Azul said, sliding the drink toward you. "What do you see?"
"A drink. With a big piece of ice."
"Precisely. An iceberg, in miniature." Azul leaned his elbows on the bar, his silver eyes fixed on the floating ice. "A deceptive structure. Sailors fear them because they look small. Manageable. A simple obstacle to steer around."
He tapped the glass. The liquid rippled.
"But ninety percent of the mass... the weight, the danger, the ugly jagged edges that can tear a hull apart... lies beneath the surface. Invisible. Dark."
He looked up at you then, and his usual customer-service smile was gone. In its place was something raw, quiet, and deeply insecure.
"I am an iceberg, [....]. What I show you... the perfect grades, the benevolent contracts, the human form... that is the ten percent. The tip."
He reached out, his gloved hand resting near yours on the cool marble counter.
"Beneath that is... a mess. Ink. Greed. A past I cannot erase. A form that is... monstrous. Are you not afraid that you are sailing your ship into dangerous waters? That you will crash against the part of me you cannot see?"
It was a question he had clearly been holding in for weeks. It was the fear that if you saw the whole picture—the heavy, dark ninety percent—you would turn your ship around.
You took a sip of the drink. It was cold, sweet, and complex.
"Azul," you said softly. "I have diving gear."
He blinked, startled out of his metaphor. "I... beg your pardon?"
"I don't just stay on the surface," you smiled, covering his hand with yours. "I know what's down there. I've seen you anxious. I've seen you petty. I've seen you when you lose control. And I'm still here."
You squeezed his hand.
"The part underneath isn't 'ugly,' Azul. It's the foundation. It's what holds you up. Without the ninety percent, the tip would just... tip over. I like the whole thing."
Azul stared at you. His mouth opened slightly, then closed. For once, the great negotiator was speechless. A slow, genuine flush rose on his cheeks, visible even in the dim light.
He let out a short, breathy laugh, turning his hand over to interlace his fingers with yours.
"You possess... a terrifying ability to dismantle my arguments," he murmured, looking down at your joined hands. "It is... highly effective."
He lifted your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles—a gesture of surrender and gratitude.
"Very well. If you insist on diving... I suppose I must ensure the waters are... welcoming. Thank you, [....]. For not fearing the deep."
A "dish" served with metaphors, honesty, and a touch of class! The kitchen is pleased to present this House Special.
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One evening, Estinien didn't seem like himself. He was distant, a little more than usual. Quiet, even for him. He stared at the fireplace as he sat on the couch. Marian had noticed and decided to finally ask, though she did not like to press him.
Marian ∘ "You stare at that fire as if you wish it to answer. What is wrong, my love?"
Estinien turned his head to look at Marian.
Estinien ∘ "It matters not, it has been years."
Marian stepped closer.
Marian ∘ "It matters. Tell me what is troubling you."
Estinien sighs, turning his attention back to the fireplace.
Estinien ∘ "When I was possessed by Nidhogg, were you ready to kill me?"
Marian's eyes widened for a moment from his question. She lowered her head, placing both hands over her heart.
Marian ∘ "…yes."
Estinien didn't turn to face her.
Marian ∘ "But… I was willing to do and try everything to save you. Even if it meant my own end.
Marian walked in front of Estinien, lowering herself onto her knees. She reached for his face, turning his attention towards her.
Marian ∘ "I did not wish nor want to kill you. But if it was to be done, it had to be by my hand. By someone who loved you. Someone who wished you mercy."
Estinien's eyes fixated on Marian's. There was no doubt. Only a gaze of sorrow and love.
Estinien ∘ "Marian… I…"
Estinien words escaped him. He gently lowered his head to touch hers.
Marian ∘ "It's alright, my love. There is no need for more."
Marian stood before Estinien, placing a kiss upon his brow before curling up onto his lap. Her tail finding itself around him. Together they stayed wrapped in each other until the fire had all but burned low. She would always be there to ground him, to remind him that he is loved for the rest of his days and beyond.
I asked my friend why humans are better at killing one another than they are at saving one another.
He theorized, "In nature, there is nothing is born to specifically hunt humans as its primary prey. Therefore, nature balances that imbalance by giving human's a natural instinct to kill one another instead. The natural predator of humans, are humans, weather, and disease. Everything else is circumstance."
I replied with, "so the true nature of humans is to wipe ourselves out?"
He said, "Basically yes... Until something is done to tip the scales from evil, of which they heavily weigh, nothing will change; and the destination remains the same."
And now I can't stop thinking about that theory. (No this is not an AI conversation. Kinda sucks we have to add that to any post now.)
This is why Alucard from Hellsing Ultimate's quote hits hard:
"We ruin the countries we govern and the people in our care. We slaughter our enemies, and sacrifice all our allies. We'll keep killing till there's nothing left but to destroy ourselves. It will never be enough."
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when my dad immigrated to the U.S. he met someone in his social circle who had also immigrated from the same country and found my dad to be "an arrogant asshole" but they eventually became best friends and almost every weekend since '85 they have taken a 2-3 hr. long bikeride where they bike alongside a pretty river and then stop at a cafe for a coffee and pastry and to have a more in depth chat 🥹
