i wanna hear about the party!!
Yay! The Party is another fic I started for Vampride but alas, I haven't had much time to write so it's languishing as a half-conceived idea about Armand throwing Lestat a birthday party on Night Island because they're all sick of the snow at Court. It's basically and excuse to get them all back on the island for angst and drama and also, to rifle through the cabinets.
Which is why this fic started with the prompt "mac and cheese." It's silly and IDK if I'll ever manage to turn it into something worth finishing, much as I love the idea of getting them all back on Night Island.
“What’s this?” Marius pulled the box out of the cabinet. Small, blue, covered in dust, but unmistakably a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Daniel laughed. He was sitting on the counter next to the cabinet Marius was now searching. “It’s pasta.” Marius shook the box and the noodles rattled inside. He frowned deeply. Daniel grabbed the box and tore open the cardboard and showed Marius the dried noodles. He pulled out the packet of cheese power, now a little yellowed with age. “This is cheese sauce.” “Whatever that is, boy, it’s not cheese and pasta.” “Wanna bet?” Daniel asked, his expression playfully defiant. Marius smiled and moved toward him, as if drawn by a magnet. He swept of a lock of Daniel’s sort blond hair behind his ear and leaned in to whisper, “I’m from Rome.” Daniel laughed lightly. “I’m from America, and this box is the epitome of fine cuisine.”
I mean they didn't exactly have what we think of as pasta in ancient Rome so IDK if this makes sense. But it made me laugh so there you go.
Thank you for the ask!!
