#dw dari i will eat enough potatoes for the both of us

[kurishiri]

02 ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

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— cw: potato slander >:[

—— City (day) ——

Kate: I want to know what ‘a future where humans and Cursed ones can hold hands’ and ‘a new order’ are to you.

Darius: ………hmm.

Was it the angle of the light that seemed to change something in his gaze?

For there was a darkness I didn’t know of reflected in those honey-colored eyes, which seemed to sweetly flicker——something told me so.

But…

Darius: Ahaha, you earnest girl, you.

That cold look in his eyes faded off somewhere in an instant.

Darius was looking at me, ‘as a lover.’

Darius: That said, that’s hardly a question to ask your lover, right?

D: How about we start by telling each other our favorite colors and foods and whatnot.

Perhaps I got dodged, or he just didn’t feel like touching upon such topics.

(And besides that, perhaps I got too hasty there too.)

Kate: Yes, let’s. How about we start with foods then?

Darius: Then ladies first. You can start us off.

Kate: My favorite food is… well, there’s too many to list,

K: but I would say the ice cream in front of the station, and scones generously spread with clotted cream and jam.

K: Oh, and I like meat pies with spice that kicks, and sandwiches during a play intermission as well.

Darius: Ahaha, you really do have many to list. Did you work as a gourmet journalist before this or something?

A teasing tone laced into his voice, it was like getting told I was a glutton, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Kate: N-no…!

K: It’s just when I eat delicious foods, I feel it fills both the stomach and the heart, and it makes me happy, so that’s how I know a lot…

Darius: Hmm. The heart too, huh…

D: In that case, if I want your heart, all I need is to prepare something delicious.

D: That’s good to know.

Kate: …You next, Darius. What are your favorite foods?

Darius: As for me, you see, I like foods that seem difficult to make and obtain.

D: On the other hand, I despise potatoes. I’m sorely fed up with that flavor. I ate so much they made me sick, and I don’t want to eat another one for the rest of my life.

D: I also don’t like dry foods. They get stuck in my throat, so I’m not very good with them.

Kate: When you say ‘foods that seem difficult to make and obtain,’ what does that entail, for example?

Darius: Hm, well… I’d say showing you would get the job done faster than explaining. Come along.

Kate: Ah…

Darius suddenly pulled at my hand——

(To where though?)

London should’ve been an unfamiliar city to him.

Darius: No doubt it’s around here.

Darius, while seeming to follow a scent, went around many street corners…

Without an ounce of hesitation, he pushed his way onwards, and there stood…

Kate: Oh, this shop…!

(It’s a famous patissiere that’s hard for newcomers to find.)

Darius: Well, that’s unfortunate. There’s only the normal kind here.

While looking through the window to the shop’s interior, Darius shrugged his shoulders.

(The pastry Darius is looking at…)

Kate: You mean the mille feuille?

Darius: Mhm, I was looking for my favorite, mille feuille glacé, but it seems they don’t sell it here.

Kate: Mille feuille glacé?

Darius: The kind that holds pie crust, cream, and ice cream. You don’t know of it?

Kate: …!! Oh, that— that’s definitely a delicacy, isn’t it!

(The crispy pie crust and the fluffy cream would be enough to bring about happiness, but to think there’s even ice cream too…)

Just how much happiness could this pastry bring, indeed?

Darius: It’s so good, it feels like your cheeks could melt. Have you never had one before?

Kate: No, never. But I would like to try…

Darius: Then it seems I should treat you to one. As your lover, that is.

While smiling, Darius pushed open the door to the patissiere.

And then——

—— Café ——

Kate: Mmm! It’s really, really good.

Darius: Well, it’s not an actual mille feuille glacé. But at least it does capture the essence.

Indeed, what I was eating was simply a regular mille feuille with ice cream on top of it.

It was what Darius suggested, as a substitute for mille feuille glacé.

Kate: Even if it’s not the real thing, it’s still really good. To think there was such a thing…

Darius: The real thing is infinitely more tasty. Someday, I’ll treat you to a real one, so for now, just enjoy this.

Kate: Hehe, I look forward to having a real one sometime then.

Darius: Hey, could I have a bite too? Of that faux one.

Kate: Of course. Here you are.

I handed the plate with the mille feuille, a fork, and a knife over to Darius.

But…

Darius: ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎აⁿᵒᵐ

(Ah—)

In a smooth motion, Darius took a large bite out of the mille feuille, the fork thrust in it.

Darius: Well, it’s good in its own right, isn’t it?

With the fork still in the mille feuille, he put it back on the plate.

Kate: Umm…

Darius: Why do I not cut it?

Kate: Y-yes, there is that, but more importantly, your gloves…

While taking a bite of the mille feuille, his pure white gloves got dirtied by the chocolate ice cream that hung from it.

Darius: It’s all sticky now.

Kate: It should be clean if it’s washed soon. I’ll go do so in the washroom, so could you lend me your gloves?

All of a sudden, Darius lowered his gaze to his gloves.

Darius: ………Well, alright then.

D: These gloves are important to me, so don’t lose them.

He removed his gloves before dropping them from above.

It was as though he was going out of his way so our hands would not touch.

Darius: Ahh, don’t take it personally. It’s just if I touch you directly, I’ll end up being able to see something I don’t want to see.

Kate: Something you don’t want to see?

Darius: “Upon direct skin contact with another, I can see that person’s most unfortunate future.” That’s my ability, you see.

Kate: Huh…

Such a confession was so sudden, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes, when…

Gentleman: Excuse me.

A gentleman, who was moving at a quick pace, bumped into Darius and left with a short apology.

Darius: ………

(Just now, he… made direct contact with that gentleman, didn’t he?)

His eyes, which had been staring after the gentleman, slowly turned this way, and…

Darius: Care to see what said ‘most unfortunate’ future is as well?

to be continued…

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