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Death and Berries

April 13, 2010

“Death tastes like raspberries,” said Z.
Malachi stopped and looked up from his cooking. “What?”
Z was sitting on the counter, absently strumming at her guitar. “I said, death tastes like raspberries.”
Malachi gave her a confused frown, then turned back to the stove. “As much as I’ll probably regret saying this, I don’t remember death tasting like raspberries.”
“I don’t imagine flavors were your main point of interest. Also, that was just a little bit of death.”
Malachi opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it this time and clicked his mouth shut, shaking his head softly and moving to finish the naan bread.
Z watched him for a moment, then set her guitar aside and hopped down from the counter. She slipped up behind Malachi and gave him a squeeze. “Don’t get all mopey on me. You’re still the big scary death mage. You just now happen to know that death tastes like raspberries.”
Malachi smirks, looking back over his shoulder at her. “Tasting like raspberries doesn’t sound all that scary.”
Z stands up on her tip-toes and kisses Malachi, catching his lower lip between her teeth with a teasing growl before letting him go. “There has to be some comfort along the way, right?”
“What if the person doesn’t like raspberries? That wouldn’t be very comforting then,” said Malachi, a teasing tone to his voice.
Z rolls her eyes and pokes him in the side. “Now you’re just being difficult.”
Malachi spun and wiped a streak of flour down Z’s nose. “Hey, you’re the one saying weird cryptic things that no human was meant to know.”
Z wrinkles her nose, then sneezes. “That one isn’t all that forbidden. Besides, humans are well known for obtaining forbidden knowledge. They can’t resist it.”
Malachi laughed and leaned in to lightly brush his lips against hers. “What can I say. Some forbidden knowledge is worth angering whoever forbid it.”
Z blushed softly and smiled, looping arms lightly around Malachi’s waist. “You know, you might be right about that…”

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One comment

  1. “Don’t get all mopey on me. You’re still the big scary death mage. You just now happen to know that death tastes like raspberries.”

    Z pretty much knows Malachi just about as well as I do, and that is saying something.



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