I'm bored and high. Here's a list of what I think the ghouls' favorite human foods are:
Aether: Bananas, obviously, but also cinnamon candies. The hotter the better - the burn reminds him of a certain fire ghoul. Swiss gave him a sucker once called the Toe of Satan. It almost burned a hole in his tongue and he loved every second if it.
Dewdrop: Any meat that comes on a bone - ribs, chicken wings, lamb chops, anything. He gnaws on the bones for a while after he's done eating. It gives Mountain the shivers. He's also a BIG fan of anything spicy, but it has to be really spicy. Like, steam-out-the-ears spicy.
Rain: Soup. Any kind, but he prefers a brothy soup over a thick or creamy one. Miso soup is his favorite, but he eats around the tofu. It's a texture thing.
Swiss: Chocolate, the darker the better. He likes the bitterness. He's also a sucker for cheap pickles, like the kind you get with your sandwich at a shitty diner.
Mountain: Tomatoes, oddly enough. If you see him in the greenhouse he always has a handful or two of cherry tomatoes in his apron pocket. He eats the big ones like apples to gross out Dew.
Cirrus: Fresh baked bread. She likes to make it herself, much to the detriment of the kitchen staff that has to clean up the mess she leaves behind. She tries to help them, but someone always ends up covered in flour.
Cumulus: Fruit in general. She likes to wander the orchards and pick whatever looks good. Mountain has to have a couple of ghouls on hand to chase her away during harvests, lest she try to sneak away with another bushel of peaches.
Sunshine: She hasn't been on Earth quite long enough to have a favorite yet, but she is very partial to anything sour. Dewdrop had her eat a handful of Sour Patch Kids as a prank once, much to his chagrin when she wound up loving them and stealing the rest of the bag.
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11 – “You lost it. Well, we lost it.”
Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 (fanfiction)
Characters: Tav/custom player character
Rating: T
Warnings: strong language
When the small window in the attic is uncovered, the bright sunlight that falls into the room reveals a dust-covered, messy space filled with chests, crates, and other clutter left untouched for years. Kainé coughs as she waves away the cloud of dust the flies up at the barest touch.
“Woooow, you took great care of the place, huh?”
Another tiefling steps into the room. Her skin is almost the same color as Kainé’s, but a slightly darker, wine shade to her rosy red. Her face is dotted with youthful freckles, but the dark makeup she wears makes her seem older than she is at first glance. She gives the dusty attic a judgmental once over.
“You really just stuffed all of Gran’s things in here? What if you needed to find something important, like, oh, now?”
“And you think standing there posturing is going to fix the problem? If you’re so afraid of getting a bit of dirt on your precious fancy clothes, then maybe you should take yourself back to your crusty little Upper City circle.”
Halua rolls her eyes but begins perusing a corner regardless. Outside the door, the rest of the party stands frozen by the threshold. Astarion looks to the rest and frantically shakes his head.
“I do not want to be anywhere near this!” he whispers.
Gale grimaces. “Ah, the beauty of family reunions. Perhaps we can simply wait out here…?”
“Are the rest of you coming in?” they hear Kainé call.
At the wild gesticulating from the rest of the group, Astarion leaps into action. “Uhh, it’s a little cramped in there, darling. I’m sure you and your sister are perfectly capable of taking care of things. Why don’t you throw anything you need unlocked out here for me to open? That way we’ll have more space to look at things.”
“Um… Sure.”
They collectively release sighs of relief and quickly disperse, though Astarion, nosy as ever, continues to loiter. Inside, the two tieflings continue to paw through the contents of the room. Kainé moves slowly as she goes through her late grandmother’s possessions, her hands lingering over uncovered items as memories come rushing back. There’s an old gardening set she recognizes from years ago, one she borrowed when she was growing her first vegetable garden. She finds a tea set with a tea knife she cut her hand on as a child (she still has the scar). There are books she’s certain are older than she is, some filled with handwritten notes and sketches, others on varying topics from all walks of life.
When they lost her all those years ago, she’d locked all these away without a second glance, wanting to shut out the pain and never look back. But years later, as she stands among the remnants of the life of the woman who raised her, Kainé can’t help but try and piece together the person her grandmother had been. A new wave of grief wells up within her, but different than the ones that came before. She laments never learning more about who she had been before her granddaughters came into her life, before her son’s bloodied and battered family showed up on her doorstep after crossing an unfathomable distance through the Hordelands in search of a better life. Who was she, when she wasn’t Grandmother?
“姐,给我帮个忙.”
Halua’s call rouses her from her thoughts. Finding nothing on her end, she helps her sister shuffle through the other corner of the room. Locked chests are moved outside the room to be picked open, the floor of the attic is gradually laid out with various objects. The two woman, covered in dust, take a small break as they behold a faded red jewelry box.
“Okay, hopefully this is it,” Kainé breathes as she wipes her forehead. Her sister sits sprawled against the wall, her head tilted back against the wall.
“Gods, I hope so,” she bemoans. “I really didn’t think she kept so much stuff. How long did it take you to move all this?”
“Ugh, I don’t remember. It was quick but… I wasn’t particularly careful about it.”
“I’ll say… Alright, let’s get this over with.”
They flip open the lid, revealing a hodgepodge mix of various accessories. It takes a few moments of picking through it before they notice something’s off.
“Hey, sis, is it me or… are these not supposed to be in here?”
“Well, some of these belong, but some of these definitely don’t… I don’t remember her keeping these in here. And the pendant is definitely not in here.”
They sit in contemplative silence before Halua’s eyes light up. “Hey, do you remember when we were moving her old furniture because it wouldn’t all fit up here? And then—”
“We had that awful mess because things fell off, yes, I remember. A lot of it was jewelry.”
“And we were in such a hurry we just ended up throwing things wherever, which means…”
Kainé’s shoulders drop. “Which means it’s probably not here. Fucking hell.”
“Gods… I cannot believe you lost it.”
The elder sister gives the younger an incredulous, menacing look, and Halua chuckles with a dismissive wave. “I’m kidding. We lost it.”
If the floor wasn’t so dirty, Kainé would have collapsed in a heap onto it right then and there. “Alright, give me a few minutes, and then we’ll go.”
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