[It's a swimming sea of words that catches him off guard.]
Gone?
[Why would he...
...
The taste. The foul taste. And Lobelia...
He can feel his stomach turn despite its demand for food, and his hands dig into his shirt.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Nona. [It's slow and hoarse. He doesn't sound sick or hurt, but the dig of hunger is agonizing, and the disgust of the memories that start to flood back tinges it sourly.]
[Nona wants to hug him, to declare she's forgiven him but she's worried that he's going to eat her if she doesn't feed him, and she doesn't think that she would taste very good so it's a big problem.
She runs off and finds basically any food they have in their cabana. She's quick, taking less than five minutes to get an armful of fruit and snacks.]
I got food. I got food.
You're okay, Beel, you don't have to blame yourself, you have food and we love you.
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gluttoning) wrote2023-05-13 09:30 pm
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Gone?
[Why would he...
...
The taste. The foul taste. And Lobelia...
He can feel his stomach turn despite its demand for food, and his hands dig into his shirt.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Nona. [It's slow and hoarse. He doesn't sound sick or hurt, but the dig of hunger is agonizing, and the disgust of the memories that start to flood back tinges it sourly.]
Food. Anything. I'm so hungry.
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[Nona wants to hug him, to declare she's forgiven him but she's worried that he's going to eat her if she doesn't feed him, and she doesn't think that she would taste very good so it's a big problem.
She runs off and finds basically any food they have in their cabana. She's quick, taking less than five minutes to get an armful of fruit and snacks.]
I got food. I got food.
You're okay, Beel, you don't have to blame yourself, you have food and we love you.