#cidd

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i went to china for a bit over a month now im back ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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cidd from epic seven (2021)

[eternally-anomalous]

[Live broadcast]

Hello EA. It's been a while since I've last sent you a message and that's because I am not atop your super structure but rather a structure neighboring one of my own creations! And also because I hate you.

Though, the lack of battery bugs has not helped.

Nor has the constant scavenger attacks.

I had hoped you were gone forever, and would never return, or try to read my messages again

I know you're not on me. I would have noticed the second you set food in my grounds. And you sent me your coordinates anyway

The feeling is mutual.

I hope they manage to keep killing you forever

-eternal anomaly

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today i bring you oc x canon bc light cidd’s drip market is FINALLY out

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN HEIRS!

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Name: Cooking for Two  Fandom: Epic Seven  Category: M/M  Words:  1,978 Pairing: Dingo/Cidd

He wasn’t blind. He knew nobody liked his cooking...or, at least, they didn’t like it when he tried to add some...unique ingredients to it. Goblin, imp, slime, Unknown...well maybe not that one. The last time he used it as an ingredient, Cidd got sick after just one bite  before  he even learned what it was he had eaten, which led to Dingo swearing  that  particular ingredient off. That incident was the one where he had learned that it wasn’t fit for consumption, at all.

And Cidd certainly hadn’t been happy when informed what he had unknowingly consumed once the suin was feeling better. It was perhaps the first time that his friend had seriously berated him for his choice in ingredients and it had left Dingo with mixed feelings. On one hand, he felt guilt, tremendously so, for unintentionally causing the suin to be sick and on the other...he gets it.  He fucking gets it  . There had been no need to repeat the same thing he’s said before. Dingo has heard it all numerous times already. Once...once was enough. But...this is just who he was. He could....change, maybe, but he didn’t want to. This is who he was, good parts and bad parts. He doesn’t want to change himself just to make another happy. But Cidd didn’t want him to change, has never said anything of the sort. He just wanted him to stop putting weird things into food, using non-food creatures as ingredients yet that was part of who the redhead was as well. He isn't himself, he isn't  Dingo  if he's using  normal  things to make a meal. Normal is not him.

It’s so hard to explain that, for some reason; every time he tries the words get caught in his throat. So he just settles with "the most unusual of ingredients make the most delicious food." Cidd gets exasperated when he does. Like it isn’t the answer he wants to hear, but one he knows by heart at this point. Dingo wishes he could explain but he can't. He won't change, he refuses to change, has no reason for it and no matter how much the Suin complain and scolded and wished for it, he knew Cidd would be horrified if he did one day change to a 'normal' person.

"Come at me! I’ll turn you into a full course meal!" Dingo declared as he waved his knife at the red-scaled naga, Cidd not far behind him and wearing a look of all-suffering. They hadn’t even gone out of their way to look for the creature, it just came to them by sheer luck or perhaps by misfortune and the Suin knows that the reptile wasn’t going to live long enough to regret crossing paths with Dingo.

With a maniacal laugh from the redhead, an agonized screech from the naga, and the smell of burnt reptile filling their nostrils, the brief skirmish was over in not even a full minute. Cidd gave a pitying look at the dead creature even as he pressed the back of his gloved hand to his nose to block out the horrible smell, trying hard not to gag from it. He didn’t even bother asking what Dingo was planning to do with it since he knew already...just as he knew that there was no dissuading his friend from using it as an ingredient. What would the unorthodox dish be today? Naga stew? Naga steak? Naga meat pie? He repressed a shudder at all the possibilities.

He watched as Dingo picked it up delicately, trying not to crush the dead thing. "It would ruin the flavor," the redhead once explained and Cidd wanted to ask how he knew that. The mad chef was a vegetarian for Gods’ sake! The things he put in his food were usually meat—carbuncle, goblin, naga, imp—not things that  he himself  would consume. Things that no one would agree to put in their body if they were aware of what they were eating. Oh no. Dingo seemed to take some kind of pleasure in giving the strange "food" concoctions to unsuspecting people. As much as Cidd loved him, he wished he would stop doing that. Give people the option to say yes or no before giving them the strange dish. Then again, Dingo was well aware that nobody would  willingly  consume his food unless they were starving and had no other food option left to them.

"Hmmm." Dingo examines his kill, gently turning it this way and that. Eventually he sighs and drops it, indicating to his companion that this ingredient was ruined—it was far too burnt, he should have used more restraint—not that Cidd would honestly care. In fact, he’s very likely celebrating the fact that the redhead can’t cook with the naga. He glanced at the suin from the corner of his eye. Well...maybe not celebrating it  vocally.

He straightened up, gave a stretch, and stepped away from the burnt reptile. It was no use to him with how much heat it had suffered from his gloven. He heaved a sigh of disappointment, but he did try to cheer himself up with thoughts of finding more ingredients, though it didn’t do much to uplift his mood. "Guess we’ll just have to find new food."

"Or, or," Cidd began, waving his hands, "I could cook dinner." The suin gave a hopeful smile as Dingo turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I’m sure I can find vegetables to make a soup with. The only challenge would be making a broth."

Dingo blinked. Well...that was unexpected. Cidd didn’t often offer to make dinner, but that was only because the redhead insisted that  he do the cooking considering he was the one with the most experience in cooking though the suin was always annoyed by this afterwards and ignored him for several hours, but could never stay mad at him long no matter what the crazed chef did. Maybe that’s because of the love Cidd felt for him or maybe it was because that’s just who Cidd was. Either way, the chef was glad for it.

Dingo shifted his weight, opened his mouth and prepared to decline, but a second look at the suin’s face had him closing it. He wanted to, he had offered, and perhaps it would not hurt to let Cidd be in charge of tonight’s dinner for once.

"All right," the redhead said after awhile. "If you  really  want to cook dinner, well it’s not really my place to tell you otherwise."

"It wasn’t the other times I offered either," the brunet pointed out.

"Cidd." There was a warning edge to the taller man’s voice. A ‘don’t push it’ sort of tone.

The ingredients for Cidd’s vegetable soup hadn’t taken all that long to acquire. Mushrooms, lentils, celery, watercress, carrots, onions, tomatoes, peas—the mushrooms and watercress they had been able to gather themselves, the rest they had had to go and get from a marketplace in the nearest town. A thorough cleaning of the pot and filling it with clean water, a campfire nicely lit beneath, and Cidd was ready to begin.

Watching Cidd cook turned out to be an almost surreal experience for Dingo. He wonders if it is because he is unused to seeing the suin cook, having insisted on doing all of it himself until today or if he’s just surprised to see that Cidd knows what he’s doing.  Of course he knows what he’s doing , Dingo scolded himself, he wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t. Well, maybe that wasn’t true. Even if he didn’t, Cidd would likely  still  offer if only to avoid eating his food.  Some people just don’t appreciate good food , Dingo thought as he crossed his arms.

Within an hour, maybe two, the soup was done and they were sitting down to eat. It was good, the red-head found, flavors bursting on his tongue. Just enough salt and spice to make the dish pleasing to eat. Enough so that, surprisingly, Dingo asked for seconds and praised it as he did so. Cidd had blushed so profusely at the compliments that his whole face had gone red, though he did re-fill the redhead’s bowl.

Later, Dingo helps Cidd with cleaning the dishes and the suin was grateful for it. Through it, they mad idle chit-chat, talking about mundane things like weather and what they’ll be hired for next or if they’ll ever have to find new members for the Wild Dog Company; ending with Dingo teasing Cidd for pretty much being the mascot and the suin, in turn, poking fun at his obsession with ingredients. It was all in good fun, no harm was meant.

After drying the dishes, the two put them away until the next time they would use them again. Then it got quiet between them as they went to set up camp, deciding that this was a good place as any to rest for the night, especially since it didn’t really make any sense to go looking for an inn or better place to camp considering this is where they had made dinner and that the light was fast fading. They were mercenaries, they could handle monsters, but neither were keen on traipsing around in the dark, even  with  Cidd’s ability to see in the dark.

They pull up the tent, roll out their bedrolls. The fire is re-lit once the sun has fully gone down. Silence blankets them and they welcome it for a time. It is a decently warm night, made even warmer by the fire. Cidd feels his head fall upon the redhead’s shoulder, the chef wrapping an arm around the lean waist to pull him closer, and the brunet almost falls asleep, lulled by the warmth of his friend and the fire. Almost. Until Dingo opens his mouth and says, “I’m never going to change, Cidd.”

“What?” the suin looks at him, unsure if he heard correctly, and Dingo repeats himself. Cidd stares at him, mouth open in an ‘o’, surprised, unsure of what to say. He lifts his head off the broad shoulder to find Dingo looking at him, eyes narrowed as he waits for an answer. Mind trying to process what the hell is happening, Cidd said, “I...I don’t  want you to change, Dingo. It might be hard for you to believe, but I love you. All of you. The good and the bad.” He pauses searching for something, for what he’s not sure, before repeating, “I don’t want you to change.”

“I know.” Dingo closed his eyes briefly. “I know. I’m just letting you know that I will always be your Dingo. The Dingo that you love.”

Cidd sighed and nuzzled the other’s shoulder, wrinkling his nose at the smell of blood. “What brought this on?” he asked.

“It just came to me today,” the redhead admitted. “I was thinking of how you’re always scolding me over my choice of ingredients. And as much as I love you, I’m not changing that part of me. That’s just who I am.”

Cidd was silent for a while, thinking that over. After a while, he replied. “I know and I meant what I said. I don’t want you to change. As aggravating as it is to find out I’ve consumed goblins or naga, I don’t want it to change.” He looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Frankly, I think I would be terrified one day to find that you became a completely different Dingo.”

Dingo laughed. “Well you don’t have to worry about that because it’s never happening.” He smiled softly down at Cidd. “Come on, hushpuppy. Let’s get you to bed before you end up using  me as a pillow.”

The suin raised an eyebrow. “Would you really be opposed to that?”

Tweaking his ear, Dingo chuckled, “Not at all.”

Fin~

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Cutest boi. ❤

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