[Eridanus laughs as he sets aside his wine glass and finally picks up a fork.]
Ah, well yes, fethesi is quite complicated. Not very many of my own people even play the game — but I have always favored stratagem. It was the role I filled in wars too, as frequently as the factions went to them.
[He pokes at his risotto as he speaks, not actually eating it!]
[Peace looks between his risotto and him, having already taken a rapturous bite of her filet mignon. She wasn't lying when she said she loved to eat, and the way her eyes closed and her head head tipped back as she did was proof.
It. Was. So. GOOD! ]
If you don't eat that, it's going to get cold and gummy. No one likes gummy cheese.
[Peace wrinkled her nose. Before taking another rapturous bite.]
[It's with a soft, airy sigh that Eridanus finally scoops a bite onto his fork and brings it to his lips. The spice and cheese hits his tongue in an explosion of flavor, one that is easily savored in the wake of the bitterness of his merlot. He chews politely, swallows, then pokes a small piece of his salmon.]
I have bad habits when it comes to food. [He admits,] despite our separation, Rosefica has been frequently sending homecooked meals to my workplace to make sure that I eat.
[He lifts that small, trying bite of salmon to his lips and rolls it across his tongue. It's different from the fish of Vathea, isn't it? The choice of seasonings here in Ryslig are far tamer than he prefers, but it's delicious nonetheless.]
It sounds like she can't be that angry with you if she's sending you food.
[Peace chuckles, eating more of her delicious food. Every bite is like the first bite of real food after they had pumped the children of the cult full of liquids to regain their strength, when eating would prove deadly. It fills her with an odd sense of nostalgia as she continues.]
When I was little, I almost starved to death, so it gives me a certain... reverence for eating? And I've got a pretty high metabolism, to boot. Are you just one of those people who should be eating, but are never hungry? Like... an anorexic?
[Eridanus can relate, in a way, to Peace's story.]
Maybe. [He's quiet for a moment, poking at his food once more as a melancholy takes his expression.]
My father was extremely controlling, even well into my adulthood. How much I ate was one of the few things I felt I had control over as a child, and perhaps I just continued to deny myself after my father's passing as a means of self-punishment. I do get hungry, honestly, but I can't bring myself to eat most of the time. I get nauseated easily, even though I know I should eat.
[He lifts his gaze from his plate and looks across the table, towards Peace.]
Surprisingly, turning into a monster has improved my eating habits. I have to eat, or else I'll rampage as any of our kind will. As awful as some view it to be, it has become somewhat of a blessing to me.
[Peace winced, taking a few bites of her vegetables.]
I mean, I'm glad that you're eating, but we don't need to eat people more than once a week. Which... is not great, but one of my bosses sends along packets of meat as part of my pay, which is nice of him. You probably shouldn't punish yourself for it though. You're a big guy, sure, but muscles usually go first when you don't eat. And even though we're sturdy, that doesn't mean we will live if we don't eat properly.
[It was a reasonable thought: if one didn't eat well, and often, that it would lead to Eridanus ruining his body.]
[Eridanus chuckles at Peace's concern, and he has to pause before he allows it to really disrupt the quiet ambiance of the restaurant. He supposes that she hadn't seen him before his changes, had she? That's likely why she would imagine him attached to this bulky body.]
You do not have to tell me, I was thin as a reed before these transformations, perhaps half my current width. I am unsure as to why my body changed so dramatically, perhaps it is because our kind are more physical than others?
[He manages to bring a teeny bite of salmon to his lips, and chews it far longer than the bite warrants, before swallowing. He's not about to tell Peace that he eats humans frequently, he doubts that's a nice birthday thought.]
Possibly! I did not get big, but I don't mind that. Being small helps me keep out of the way and secret. The opals, not so much. They're a little flashy, right? Totally not my style.
[She touched one experimentally with pale fingers. They hadn't quiet finished growing back since they'd been gouged out, and so they hurt sometimes.]
They're really pretty though, even if people think they need to remove them.
Very flashy. [Eridanus corroborates, but then again, he has always been a bit flashier.
Even if his clothing choice was more traditional, and darker in color, he'd always worn a litany of rings across his fingers, and the dangling gold earrings that still decorated his lobes.]
While I am not a fan of how it's ruined my handsome looks, I am quite a fan of the opals. I never knew how lovely they were until they grew out of me.
[Was that a joke or just vanity? Hard to tell.]
You mean the poachers, correct? Did they harvest your opals? When I arrived it was in one of their holding cells.
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Ah, well yes, fethesi is quite complicated. Not very many of my own people even play the game — but I have always favored stratagem. It was the role I filled in wars too, as frequently as the factions went to them.
[He pokes at his risotto as he speaks, not actually eating it!]
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It. Was. So. GOOD! ]
If you don't eat that, it's going to get cold and gummy. No one likes gummy cheese.
[Peace wrinkled her nose. Before taking another rapturous bite.]
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I have bad habits when it comes to food. [He admits,] despite our separation, Rosefica has been frequently sending homecooked meals to my workplace to make sure that I eat.
[He lifts that small, trying bite of salmon to his lips and rolls it across his tongue. It's different from the fish of Vathea, isn't it? The choice of seasonings here in Ryslig are far tamer than he prefers, but it's delicious nonetheless.]
CW: disordered eating
[Peace chuckles, eating more of her delicious food. Every bite is like the first bite of real food after they had pumped the children of the cult full of liquids to regain their strength, when eating would prove deadly. It fills her with an odd sense of nostalgia as she continues.]
When I was little, I almost starved to death, so it gives me a certain... reverence for eating? And I've got a pretty high metabolism, to boot. Are you just one of those people who should be eating, but are never hungry? Like... an anorexic?
CW: Eating disorder
Maybe. [He's quiet for a moment, poking at his food once more as a melancholy takes his expression.]
My father was extremely controlling, even well into my adulthood. How much I ate was one of the few things I felt I had control over as a child, and perhaps I just continued to deny myself after my father's passing as a means of self-punishment. I do get hungry, honestly, but I can't bring myself to eat most of the time. I get nauseated easily, even though I know I should eat.
[He lifts his gaze from his plate and looks across the table, towards Peace.]
Surprisingly, turning into a monster has improved my eating habits. I have to eat, or else I'll rampage as any of our kind will. As awful as some view it to be, it has become somewhat of a blessing to me.
CW: Eating disorder
I mean, I'm glad that you're eating, but we don't need to eat people more than once a week. Which... is not great, but one of my bosses sends along packets of meat as part of my pay, which is nice of him. You probably shouldn't punish yourself for it though. You're a big guy, sure, but muscles usually go first when you don't eat. And even though we're sturdy, that doesn't mean we will live if we don't eat properly.
[It was a reasonable thought: if one didn't eat well, and often, that it would lead to Eridanus ruining his body.]
CW: Eating disorder
You do not have to tell me, I was thin as a reed before these transformations, perhaps half my current width. I am unsure as to why my body changed so dramatically, perhaps it is because our kind are more physical than others?
[He manages to bring a teeny bite of salmon to his lips, and chews it far longer than the bite warrants, before swallowing. He's not about to tell Peace that he eats humans frequently, he doubts that's a nice birthday thought.]
CW: Eating disorder
[She touched one experimentally with pale fingers. They hadn't quiet finished growing back since they'd been gouged out, and so they hurt sometimes.]
They're really pretty though, even if people think they need to remove them.
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Even if his clothing choice was more traditional, and darker in color, he'd always worn a litany of rings across his fingers, and the dangling gold earrings that still decorated his lobes.]
While I am not a fan of how it's ruined my handsome looks, I am quite a fan of the opals. I never knew how lovely they were until they grew out of me.
[Was that a joke or just vanity? Hard to tell.]
You mean the poachers, correct? Did they harvest your opals? When I arrived it was in one of their holding cells.