#cinnaspeaks

[cinnamonsugarlover]

early morning tipsy and all sweaty from my walk. had to strip down cause clothes were feeling yucky. need someone to coo and touch on me!!!

[crunchycinnatoast]

Good morrows,

Perchance may I ask what Cain does in his spare times? Like Hobbies He finds enjoyment from?

Is there any he does because it reminds him of the good times with his family? (Father, and siblings.....seeing everything he's written about thus far.)

(Good Evening!~ Since you didn't ask Cain directly, I assume you'd like an answer from the mun?)

Living so far out from the rest of Pride, Cain has had to find A Lot of different ways to occupy his time.

Ironically enough, it's mostly his work that reminds him of his family. Tending to his crops and garden used to give him a bitter-sweet feeling. It reminds him of all the time he spent working the fields with his Pop. All the jokes and songs they shared while they worked. The trust he had before all of his lying broke it.

Every look of disappointment he'd earned had been a knife slowly but surely eating into his will to keep hiding things.

Making and mending his own clothes makes him miss his twin, Aclima. He has the necessary skills down pat now, but that wasn't always the case. It took a lot of patience from both of them in the beginning before anything he made was even vaguely suitable for actual wear.

There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't miss her calm, steady presence.

Azura, Abel's twin, was his favorite person to hunt with and he feels her absence sorely whenever he does. There was never a dull moment with her. She never failed to say or do something exciting or out of pocket on their way home with whatever they'd caught.

Her stubborn yet bubbly nature always brought a smile to his face, even after arguing.

Despite their issues, there are still moments he misses his mother. From little actions, usually, like plucking the wilting blooms from his flowers, collecting herbs from his garden, or just cooking. More often than not, it's when he's cooking that he'll get a slight nostalgia for the days before Everything. The days when she'd let him watch or even let him help her while she gave him instructions. A time before he realized how expendable he was to her.

His mother bares a different name now, but he knows the changes she's gone through are purely cosmetic - her behavior has remained the same since his childhood and he doubts it'll change anytime soon.

The only one he could say a "hobby" reminds him of would be Abel. On the days he and their father finished their fieldwork early or whenever they were just taking a break, his favorite spot to rest was under his brother's favorite shady tree. He used to eat, nap and watch the clouds roll by under that tree while Abel cared for his sheep.

It took a Lot of time, trial and error, but - with the same amount of patience and care - he was eventually able to grow his own trees in Hell that he sits under now (even if it's never quite the same without Abel's shoulder to lean on).

As for his actual hobbies, blacksmithing is a big one! Even down in Hell, the heat barely bothers Cain because he almost always feels cold anyway. That and the repetitive motion of hammering metal into different shapes is something he finds very soothing. The only issue he has with it is that it's almost too soothing. Once he gets going on a piece, he gets so preoccupied with finishing it that he forgets to take breaks to rest his body and eat.

That exact thing is actually what happened while he was making his gifts for Abel (@fluffytaffylamb) and why he was in so much pain before reading the letter from Lute (@raindownfullofmisery)!

Some other hobbies he likes to indulge in when he can are baking, reading, horseback riding, and witchcraft. The last one is also pretty important, since it comes in clutch in so many parts of his afterlife. From outfitting the above mentioned gifts to setting traps and defending himself from unwanted visitors looking to cash in on the soul of the First Murderer, it's something that allows him to get particularly creative.

As much fun as he can have while making his own medicine and practicing his healing magic, Cain doesn't consider them hobbies since they're a necessity.

[crunchycinnatoast]

Due to having his blood taken so frequently as a child, Cain suffers from mild anemia and osteoporosis. These issues have gotten better with time, but dealing with them is still a decent chunk of his afterlife.

Since any meaningful medical care in Hell is mostly hoarded by Belphagor and reserved for the Hellborn, or not to be trusted from Sinners, Cain has had to find other ways to manage his chronic pain.

One way is tea. Not just any tea however. Tea made from herbs and other medicinals he's bred to be able to grow in Hell.

That said, unless I forget, most of Cain's Letters will have scents from these remedies (or other food and drinks) attached to them going forward and will act as general indicators of his mood and/or how much pain he was in when the letters in question were wrote.

Cinnamon & Salted Caramel - Not tea! Cinnamon rolls! Cain was having a good enough day to make something other than the basics! He was in minimal pain and in a rather good mood!

Chamomile & Vanilla - The tried and true go-to on an average day! Pain was making itself known, but mostly easy to ignore. Mood was still good.

Peppermint & Dark Chocolate - Things were definitely starting to noticeably ache. Mood took a dip and he was feeling lethargic. A pick-me-up was needed.

Rosehip - Heavily floral in scent. His bones were starting to outright hurt, and his limbs were beginning to feel heavy. There's been a nose-dive in terms of mood.

Green Tea - Earthy, not unlike freshly cut grass. The aching escalated into a sharp burning sensation. The pain made him irritable and grumpy.

Devil's Claw - Woody and bitter. Every little movement felt as if tacks were in his joints. His mood is piss-poor and he's feeling snappish.

Ginger & Lemon - Warm spice, bold and fresh. Multiple breaks were needed to get through the day. The anger slowed cooled into misery and there was an attempt made to brighten his day.

Turmeric & Black Pepper - A sharp, almost overwhelming aroma of spice. His bones hurt horribly and he's barely resisting just throwing in the towel.

White Willow Bark - Described as "a woodsy blend of roasted acorns and something similar to pine". Works similarly to aspirin and tastes like it. It's a bed rest day; everything hurts far too much to do much of anything. "Melancholic," and "Depressed," are understatements.

Cannabis - Heavy and heady, a smell all of its own. Reserved for bad days when he hasn't yet finished his chores. Usually before or with Ginger and Lemon tea because he hates the taste.

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