dinner for one {rene/elena}
Sept 10, 2013 9:52:49 GMT -5
Post by rook on Sept 10, 2013 9:52:49 GMT -5
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shake my tree, where's the apple for me?
tickle my feet with the enemy
no point laughing if you don't know why
i phone my love just to hear her smile[/center]
The hand-painted crockery is placed neatly atop the white doily. A white chicken breast elegantly lies in the middle of the plate, dressed with broccoli and cauliflower mirroring each other on opposite sides of the dish. A white dressing, presumably cheese or white sauce, is drizzled over the top. I sit in the grande wooden chair and stare at the food she has given me. I fidget whilst she arranges a knife and fork either side of the plate, and fills a wine glass with fresh water.
"I, uh..." I cough, "I brought my own knife." I half-grin, swatting away the tiny metal knife from its matching set and slamming my own dagger into the wood of the table. It quivers, the point digging into the oak. I avoid her gaze, tilting my head and deciding what I think about the meal Elena has given me. Most of the food I eat is out of a tin, so this is certainly higher than my usual standards. Not that I care. Food is food.
I grab the chicken breast with my right hand and pick it up. The sauce trickles down onto the plate and over the tablecloth. I stare at it with mild fascination, before taking a large, meaty bite from it. Grease runs down my chin and stains my plain white shirt - The one Elena gave to me to replace my blood stained clothes. I take a second bite of the chicken, my elbow resting on the table. I swig the water and meet Elena's gaze.
"Uh..." I take a handful of broccoli and take it off my plate, putting it on the tablecloth, "I don't like green vegetables." I add a quick smile before munching on some cauliflower and finishing the chicken. I cough again, more violently this time. My chest is tight and the bandages she's wrapped around me make me feel constricted and restrained - Almost claustrophobic. I down the rest of the water and finish off the cauliflower. The plate is empty, as is the glass. The heap of broccoli has soaked into the cloth. I take the doily-thing and use it to clean my face.
"You, uh..." I lean back in my chair, plucking my knife from the table and picking at my teeth with the point.
"You not eating?" I notice her just standing there, judging me. Do I care? I find a strand of chicken stuck between my incisor and my canine, and swallow it gratefully. My complexion was quite pale, but a warm meal could do wonders.
I slice at the air in front of me, carefully trying to pull at a tear. Not happening.
"It just... I can't..." I mutter, closing one eye and slashing gently at the air in front of me. My tongue sticks out awkwardly as I preoccupy myself with the impossible task, "Almost... Just..."
Nearly.
girl in the queue, got an eye on you
think you're in, and she's looking for sin?
yes you're not wrong, she wants to know what's in your pocket
sing that song, dig it all night long
think you're in, and she's looking for sin?
yes you're not wrong, she wants to know what's in your pocket
sing that song, dig it all night long
lyrics: beady eye - "second bite of the apple"
notes: welcome back onyx[/size][/blockquote]
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