Yes, now the water seemed horribly cool, as her slender feet dipped down into it, and it murmured as she ran along through it. It soaked itself into the hem of her dress, clinging tight and making progress more and more difficult. But that was not the worst. The worst was that the water also began to have a voice.
The water quoth: "Do you know, beautiful Maria, that I am fleeter than the fleetest foot? I am stroking your sweet ankles. I shall soon clutch at your knees. No one has ever embraced your tender hips. But I shall do so, and before your steps number a thousand more. And I do not know, beautiful Maria, if you will reach your destination, before you can refuse me your breast….
"Beautiful Maria, Doomsday has come! It is bringing the thousand-year-old dead to life. Know, that I have flooded them out of their niches and that the dead are floating along behind you! Do not look round, Maria, do not look round! For two skeletons are quarrelling about the skull which floats between them—swirling around and grinning. And a third, to whom the skull really belongs, is rearing up within me and falling upon them both….
"Beautiful Maria, how sweet are your hips…. Is the man whom you love never to find that out? Beautiful Maria, listen to what I say to you: only a little to one side of this way, a flight of stairs leads steeply upward, leading to freedom…. Your knees are trembling … how sweet that is! Do you think to overcome your weakness by clasping your hands? You call upon God, but believe me: God does not hear you! Since I came upon the earth as the great flood, to destroy all in existence but Noah's ark, God has been deaf to the scream of His creatures. Or did you think I had forgotten how the mothers screamed then? Have you more responsibility on your conscience than God on His? Turn back, beautiful Maria, turn back!
"Now you are making me angry, Maria—now I shall kill you! Why are you letting those hot, salty drops fall down into me? I am clasping you around your breast, but it no longer stirs me. I want your throat and your gasping mouth! I want your hair and your weeping eyes!
"Do you believe you have escaped me? No, beautiful Maria! No—now I shall fetch you with a thousand others—with all the thousand which you wanted to save…."
"I'm going to get stuff tomorrow and make cinnamon rolls over your weekend."
"Why."
"So...you can have a treat?"
"But I don't want to share."
"I can make them tomorrow then?"
"I love you. Make me a list."
I need you to know this was verbatim. A lot was inferred. He doesn't want our roleplaying group to have any, so he can have more. Honestly, if he could manage it he'd probably try to keep our son and myself from getting any too.
But I'm the one spending all morning baking them from scratch, so that's not happening.
Cinnamon rolls will destroy your family, my frens.
2024.09.05 - It's hard to guard against thieves in the house. A habitual offender. 20+ peeled shrimps. Chive dumplings. Wraps. Chicken heads. Chicken soup. Braised beef. Cherries. A whole bowl of grilled cold noodles. Tea eggs. Steamed crab legs. Cold-mixed beef. Barbecued pork and rice. Stir-fried beef with celery.
LYN: Up. Up. /points at her/ I'll ask you- who ate half of the stir-fried beef with celery on the table? Tell me! /kneels/ You're getting bolder, huh? You dare to climb the table, to eat MY food?? Huh?!? Lie down. Down. Down! /gets in closer/ Let me tell you- if you dare climb the table and eat again, I will not let you go unpunished. Do you hear me!? /gently pets Daimi's head/ /devolves into doggy roughhousing/
My toxic trait is reading a recipe or watching a recipe video then going ya I can eyeball all of those measurements and recreate those techniques just by parsing them once.
Huh. An unexpected side effect of filtering the tmagp tags since it started so as to avoid spoilers until I was ready to listen is... well...
As I made my way through it, finally, this week, my mind kept drifting to all those posts I'd scrolled past, hidden from my view, and I became quite sure Mr Bonzo had been lurking just beyond my sight. And that when I unfiltered the tag he would be unleashed.
So, oops, I accidentally intensified my fear by a factor of ten. Well played Magnus Protocol.
me: its friday nobody wants to see spicy posting at friday on 8pm
me: CHIEF HATES TO BEG BUT SHE WILL IF BROUGHT TO THAT POINT ESPECIALLY IF BEING PINNED DOWN BUT NOT TOUCHED ANYWHERE ELSE SHE GETS SQUIRMY WHEN TRAPPED BUT SHE DOESNT NOT LIKE IT