Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

He hadn't heard his sister's words about cooking together, but as he gathered the things he would need for his sauce he couldn't help but remember that they'd agreed to work together earlier. At the moment, though, he couldn't do that. He needed this time away from his sister, to clear his head, and the cooking kept him focused on something other than his feelings. Every time he thought about his disgusting feelings he would come to some bullshit little conclusion that would satisfy him temporarily, but always he would wind up thinking naughty things about his sister. Dwelling on his situation like that did him no good. He needed to get it all off his chest, he was certain that was the only way to deal with his problem once and for all. His stomach was filled with legions of butterflies which felt like they were flitting about in a tornado he was terrified of confessing to Audrey. But it had to be done. He knew he was acting strange, he could see it very easily, and he was sure it was bothering Audrey, but he couldn't help it. Internally he was a mess, a surging storm of vexation he wanted to be a around Audrey, she made him happy but she also made him a bit too happy, so he didn't want to be around her she also made him mad for making him feel so confused, as well as for making him feel like he'd been replaced with Alexander whom he still refused to call Alex and he, not Audrey, was making himself depressed and disgusted. The anticipation of relieving this raging storm, of spewing out his confession to his big sister, was gnawing at him and all he wanted to do was crack open the alcohol and get it over with. That's why he was working hard on dinner, turning another burner on and grabbing a small pot for his sauce. He wanted not only to impress Audrey, but also to apologize in advance for what he had to do. It was silly, Damian knew that, but he still figured that a spectacular meal might soften the blow he was about to deliver. He poured some unsweetened almond milk into the pot, the substitute for actual cream which the lemon would curdle. He chopped some more lemons, which he squeezed into the sauce, also adding some of the fruit-flesh. He added salt, thyme, oregano, onion powder, and cilantro and stirred them in before popping open a jar of minced garlic. He added the garlic, then cut up the rest of the peach which he also added in. As he stirred his pot his knees trembled, and he was grateful that Audrey decided to join Sheela outside. That's when he truly realized he was alone in the kitchen. He smiled softly to himself and turned off the oven timer seconds before it went off, not wanting to alert his sister. Damian turned the oven off and opened is a crack then removed the rice from the burner and turned his sauce's heat down, to allow it to simmer a while. He quietly went over to the sink and washed his hands again before he put away his mess. He decided he was going to give Audrey a great presentation for what he prayed she would feel was a great meal. So he went over to the family's dining room, which was really only used for holidays, and grabbed some of their fine china and gold-plated silverware to set the kitchen table with. He also grabbed the single tall candlestick from the dining room table which had a barely used blood-red candle resting in it. He set the precious dinnerware down on the kitchen table, feeling like he forgot something. He realized he was missing a table cloth, and his eyes lit up before he disappeared, heading to his bedroom. He returned to the kitchen with a large black cloth that felt like silk but was really some special polyester blend which he draped over the table. Since his sister left he'd been dabbling with paganism on his own, originally because it was a weird spiritual choice few people made, he later found out that the pagan-types were the few kinds of people he enjoyed being around. That's why he had the cloth, which normally sat folded under his head to be pulled out only a few times a year to adorn the makeshift rubble he would use as his alter. As he set the table he was glad that Sheela wasn't a greedy eater no, she normally nibbled at her bowel a bit before she decided to wander around the yard for a while before returning to finish the meal. He could just imagine what his sister would say if she saw him preparing... A romantic dinner for two... He thought, stopping right before he was about to light the candle. That's what you're doing, isn't it? I don't think you can really deny that, Damian old boy... Well, maybe she'll get the message and figure you out, you little pervert. That would save you from ratting yourself out... He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, figuring he'd already come too far to go back. So he lit the candle and took the plates over to the oven, where he adorned them each with small mound of rice, on top of which he laid the fish fillets. He drizzled some sauce over the salmon and turned the stove off completely, setting the delicious looking food down on the table before he flipped the light switch off. He took a deep breath, steeled himself as best he could, and knocked at the back door to let Audrey know dinner was served. As soon as his knuckle made contact with the door he jumped over to the table, looking rather graceful with his braid trailing behind him and his kilt fluttering from the sudden motion. He stood poised behind a chair at the end of the table, trying to play the perfect gentleman by pulling his sister's chair out for her.