Sweet Tooth
"Traveller's breath…"
"Something wrong, pinkskin?"
"Um…no. Nothing."
"Oh, good. You can have some of the meal then."
For a moment, Alcyone wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself into this situation. A moment after that, she remembered she was entirely sure. The Queen of the Reef wanted a bounty on a Fallen warlord. She'd put her in contact with an Awoken called the Crow. The Crow had taken her into his shack, where other Awoken were present. And in that situation now, as an Awoken held out a knife to the gang's leader, she realized how deep into the Darkness she'd gotten herself into. Because there was a Fallen head on the table. And with all the plates and napkins around, she could only assume the creatures were going to eat it.
"You alright Guardian?"
I…I think I'm gonna be-
"Fine," Alcyone lied, glad she was still wearing her helmet, so that she wouldn't have to smell the scent of decapitated Fallen. A sight she wouldn't mind usually, but none of her work in taking out the City's enemies had ever involved eating them. "Quite fine."
Awoken weren't humans, she told herself. They insisted that, and right now, Alcyone was glad that distinction was made. Whatever humans were, both before and after the Collapse, they weren't the type of species that consumed the flesh of their foes. They weren't the kind of people that had a Fallen head on a table with plates and cutlery around it. They weren't the kind of people who began to cut it open, revealing its frosty…chocolaty…innards…
The hell?
The Crow put a piece on a plate and offered it to her. "Cake?" he asked.
"It's…it's cake?" Alcyone stammered.
"Course it is, what else would it be?" the Awoken asked. "This may be the wild but we still have a sweet tooth." He gestured at one of the younger Awoken, his head shorter than the table. "Especially the littler ones."
"Cake!" he cried out.
"Um…" Alcyone trailed off. It looked like a cake. Or what she thought was a cake. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had cake…if at all…luxuries were short in the Last City and-
"Well, if you don't want it, I guess we can-"
With one hand, the Guardian threw off her helmet. With the other, she grabbed the plate and began eating.
Traveller's breath that's good…
For a moment, it occurred to the Guardian how silly that phrase was. The Traveller was a giant sphere that had no mouth or nose to speak of.
Another bite later and she told herself it didn't matter.
A/N
Idea for this came after seeing a Bungie update, where a cake based on a Fallen's head was shown. Looked good, especially after being cut open.