Kraden x Pies for sw087… for some reason.
"Is it ready yet?" Kraden asks, agitated, his right leg twitching up and down at the table.
"I swear to the gods, Kraden, if you ask that once more I will burn you alive." Garet hissed from the kitchen, in which he was slaving to make a pie for Kraden. Gods damn he wished he had never cooked this stupid pie for the group a few weeks ago. It would have saved him so much trouble. Of course the senile old fool would have become absolutely addicted to it, wouldn't he?
"But is it ready yet?" Kraden asks again, fixing his glasses which had been offset by his excited fidgeting.
Garet simply took a deep breath, squeezing his hands tightly to block out the noise of the childish old man. The remaining minutes passed in silent, horribly broken by Kraden repeating the same question again.
"HERE!" Garet roared, shoving the pie he had slaved over under Kraden's nose and storming off to his quarters, swearing up a storm that would even make Briggs proud.
The moment Kraden had seen the pie however, he had stopped hearing everything but the gentle sizzle of its contents and the crumble of its crust. He could see nothing but the flaky cover and the steam which rose from it. He could smell nothing but the intoxicating aroma of the blueberry and herb mixture Garet had so perfected. He could already taste the delicious filling, the exotic texture already tantalising his tongue, making him salivate heavily with desire.
Quickly, he picked up the delicious object of his desire and scurried off to his room to enjoy it fully in every way he knew how as best he could. First, he would take a bite, just a little slice, he didn't want it to be over too quickly. With as steady hands as he could manage during his excited shakes, he grabbed the knife he saved just for these pies and cut into it. He moaned excitedly, watching an extra bout of steam burst from the cut along with an oozing of the tantalising filling.
With careful haste he grabbed the new slice and brought it to his mouth, his wrinkled lips dry from thought of the prize awaiting him. Sinking his teeth into the pastry, he was overwhelmed by an explosion of succulent flavour, melting his senses in a deluge of taste. He groaned around the mouthful, steadying himself against his desk as his legs lost the ability to hold him.
"Oh, Alchemy!" He exclaimed after he swallowed, "Pie, you are the absolute best. Sciences above I could die happy right now!"
Having given up any care for his dignity or anything else, he planted his face into the delicious pie, smearing blueberries and jam into his wrinkled skin and full beard. He extended his tongue licking and caressing anything he could reach, quickly succumbing to the pleasure the pastry offered him and it was not long before he was fumbling with his robes and smearing the pie and its contents all over himself.
"No, Kraden, I am not healing your burns!" Felix yelled at the old man, "And no I do not care how you burned your… area! Your experiments are something I just do not care for, and do not dare ask Mia to touch you because I will murder you myself."
"But… but, Felix. The burns! The burns! The fruity burns!"
"Silence!"
And thus, Kraden suffered with his burns for the weeks to come…
Once they had healed, he quickly replaced them.
Stupid old man.
Yeah, I have no idea what I was doing here. Didn't want to go too explicit, you know? Well, I hope you at least got a chuckle out of it.