[Day 2 - FMS] Death by Sook Sook

[Cuyler Gray]

"Of course." she sat with him. "Would you like me to try it first?"

[Kannon]

"I would like to see you doing as you please." Emrys responded.

[Cuyler Gray]

"You already did." She gestured towards the kitchen with a grin. With her spoon she scooped up some of the couscous along with a bit of meat. She savored the aroma for a moment before taking a bite.

[Kannon]

He followed her example. Upon contact of his palate with the dish his eyes showed surprise, then a moment of delight, then imperative to get more.

The spice in the couscous - it had hit Cuyler's senses hard. It was just the tiniest residue, but for her over-sensitivity to tastes for a moment it blurred her perception and made her feel as if she was in a different room with a different man, but then the oddity fused back into reality. She couldn't exactly suppress a bit of euphoria circling her system.

[Cuyler Gray]

Until now, Cuyler had managed to avoid all but the slightest taste of spice. Her mother had warned her repeatedly not to consume it, that doing so would be dangerous. She had met addicts. She had seen the harm it could cause. Yet, this had seemed inevitable. She set her spoon down for now, but she knew it would be difficult to resist more.

"Eat well, Emyrys." she said with a soft smile. "I want you to enjoy everything."

[Kannon]

"I'd enjoy it more with you!" He said, but didn't stop eating, clearly into it. His tolerance for spice must have been much higher.

Spice was a very peculiar drug: it was beneficial, with virtually no side-effects if you discount a chance to develop a bit of prescience, as long as you could afford taking it. Withdrawn, it was lethal. It took time and exposure to become an addict, not just a casual consumer, the longer you stayed on Arrakis the harder was to leave thus, but either way it was not certain how it could be with Cuyler.

[Cuyler Gray]

She watched him eat with some fascination. What was he experiencing? Was it the couscous or the spice that he was so eager to consume? What was it that she wanted to taste again?

After a few moments, after he had finished most of the dish, she ate another spoonful.

[Kannon]

This time, the spice in the dish tasted different, revealing even more undertones. It was said that melange never tasted quite the same twice, a quality that facilitated addiction as it fed into genetic curiosity of humans. This time, the world didn't overlay or split, but it got holographic depth, as if it offered a glimpse of a dimension that couldn't be observed with regular senses. Was it... time? If so, it seemed to be the past, the moment just before, when her hand hadn't been reaching with the spoon, when it was Emrys who had been scooping it. It felt like... the drug was sabotaging her anchoring in the present, or was rippling the illusion of such harbouring. But if there were curtains of visual sheets around her, they wouldn't peel or flake. They just shimmered, rippled, twisted gently, and played holo-tricks. Except it was not an Ixian divice, not even her retinas where it was happening, but somewhere deep in her head.

[Cuyler Gray]

It was fascinating, but also frightening. She had no idea if this was normal when indulging in spice. If such small amounts had this affect on her, what would more do? Cuyler didn't want to find out, not now.

She watched Emrys finish the dish. "Are you satisfied Emrys Jago?"

[Kannon]

"My mouth is satisfied, Cuyler. You are a kitchen witch!" Emrys declared that with obvious mirth. It seemed to be recognition. "But you barely ate. Is it that you are hungry for Emrys?"

[Cuyler Gray]

"Are you mine now? To consume as I wish?" she asked.

[Kannon]

He may have hesitated, but spice consumption had already brought him into the wondrous excitement that melted inhibitions. "For the night."

[Cuyler Gray]

"Then, let's find someplace more comfortable." she grinned.

[Kannon]

"My rooms are very comfortable." He leaned in to take her hand, hunger in his anthracite eyes, contrasting even his mahogany skin.

[Cuyler Gray]

She leaned in to kiss him. "Show me."

[Kannon]

He showed her.

/FtB?

[Cuyler Gray]

/ftb

[Kannon]

/Scene!