“it just occurred to me--” fingers outstretch to pick on a snippet of meat very familiar in consistency. taking the flesh to his nose first & then to the tip of his long & oddly sharp tongue; vlad grins as turns the swirling pools of sapphire back to the dove “i’ve never seen you feed before. not with my own eyes, anyways.” the metallic savor travels through his tongue as the unusual cuizine disappears behind his delicate lips, sitting by the edges of his teeth as a lingering memoir after the swallowing “i have always been the bestial one. the bare; the exposed - like a nerve. NOW, however...” hand gestures generally to their surroundings; a true horror show dressed as refinery “the tables have turned & i realize it takes dehumanization to taste irony in its fullest. i’d hate it otherwise, but now i find it tastes like...” eyes squints for a mere moment “like an adult female in her thirties. an argentinian with exquisite sense of humor & the singular capacity to solve a magic cube in forty seconds even after three shots of tequila.”
