"Bastard," Fae mutters, jostling Keelan with his elbow. There's no bite in his tone though, and the fact that he's smiling ruins any attempt at intimidation. Aside from that, it is hard to put him in a sour mood around food.
No, it's not his first time eating food with this level of decadence, but it doesn't happen often. Even if it did though, Fae would have reacted the same. Truthfully, even if they had been given day old meat and table scraps, he probably still would have acted the same. Like sex, or freedom, or fighting, food was its own pleasure. Fae is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, and the fact that food is usually such a scarcity makes it all the more pleasurable when he's fed.
Dipping his finger into a small plate of sauce, Fae shoves the entire square of a fruit tart into his mouth before turning to Keelan. His tongue pokes out to sweep crumbs from his lips as his sauce-coated finger starts drawing over the skin of Keelan's chest.
F-A-E-R-I-N.
"Look at that," he chuckles, drawing his hand back, a mischievous smile in his eyes. "I guess this one's mine, then." Then he's leaning forward to drag his tongue along his name on Keelan's chest, smearing it.
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"Bastard," Fae mutters, jostling Keelan with his elbow. There's no bite in his tone though, and the fact that he's smiling ruins any attempt at intimidation. Aside from that, it is hard to put him in a sour mood around food.
No, it's not his first time eating food with this level of decadence, but it doesn't happen often. Even if it did though, Fae would have reacted the same. Truthfully, even if they had been given day old meat and table scraps, he probably still would have acted the same. Like sex, or freedom, or fighting, food was its own pleasure. Fae is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, and the fact that food is usually such a scarcity makes it all the more pleasurable when he's fed.
Dipping his finger into a small plate of sauce, Fae shoves the entire square of a fruit tart into his mouth before turning to Keelan. His tongue pokes out to sweep crumbs from his lips as his sauce-coated finger starts drawing over the skin of Keelan's chest.
F-A-E-R-I-N.
"Look at that," he chuckles, drawing his hand back, a mischievous smile in his eyes. "I guess this one's mine, then." Then he's leaning forward to drag his tongue along his name on Keelan's chest, smearing it.