02-07-2022, 12:50 PM
[[CW: Mean, quasi-sexual imagery.]]
Zechariah dug with the knife. He dug and dug and dug and ugh this flavorless wine was going to be full of cork, too-… only to find Uriel, what? Did not drink any more?
Perhaps it was the shock. For once, Zechariah did as Uriel beckoned. He set the knife, and then the bottle down, clasping his hands on the table with a frown. A drinking problem? But Uriel had always seemed so cheery. So good-spirited.
Spirited … hm.
“I … see,” Zechariah said, though he did not actually see it. “My apologies.”
He prayed this was not some sort of Methodist phase next.
“I am glad you are finding light,” he said after a moment. “And … gratitude.”
He still hoped his new wife would shoot herself fellating her damned rifle, but that was an inside thought.
“Does … Kitty, drink?” he ventured, cautiously.
Oh, he hoped she did!
Zechariah dug with the knife. He dug and dug and dug and ugh this flavorless wine was going to be full of cork, too-… only to find Uriel, what? Did not drink any more?
Perhaps it was the shock. For once, Zechariah did as Uriel beckoned. He set the knife, and then the bottle down, clasping his hands on the table with a frown. A drinking problem? But Uriel had always seemed so cheery. So good-spirited.
Spirited … hm.
“I … see,” Zechariah said, though he did not actually see it. “My apologies.”
He prayed this was not some sort of Methodist phase next.
“I am glad you are finding light,” he said after a moment. “And … gratitude.”
He still hoped his new wife would shoot herself fellating her damned rifle, but that was an inside thought.
“Does … Kitty, drink?” he ventured, cautiously.
Oh, he hoped she did!
