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Fandom: None - Original Story
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Character(s)/Relationship(s): Original Non-Human Character(s)
Words: 2093
Warnings: Deities, Shapeshifting, POV First Person, Present Tense
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Character(s)/Relationship(s): Original Non-Human Character(s)
Words: 2093
Warnings: Deities, Shapeshifting, POV First Person, Present Tense
In a tea room like many others, in an English town like many others, a boy is sitting alone at his table. A strange new client catches his attention.
He ordered marmalade buns. The waitress places two of them in front of him and he promptly digs the tips of his fingers into them, breaking them into two pieces before bringing one peach-marmalade-dripping half to his mouth and biting it while I loathe his manners. His teeth flash white when he bites it — they would be unnaturally bright for a human, but I know he isn’t one.
He ordered marmalade buns. The waitress places two of them in front of him and he promptly digs the tips of his fingers into them, breaking them into two pieces before bringing one peach-marmalade-dripping half to his mouth and biting it while I loathe his manners. His teeth flash white when he bites it — they would be unnaturally bright for a human, but I know he isn’t one.
( I can’t help but raise my head to look at him. )