RoryN
Star
- Joined
- Jan 7, 2011
- Location
- My heart is in Quebec
As excited he was at the prospect of trying new things, Cade was also nervous. Not that he was scared of beans or ingesting any plant-like; he knew they wouldn't hurt him. Physically, Gamatoms mimicked the human body structure almost perfectly, except that the female genetic code had been rewritten and become obsolete, resulting in the mutated men possessing an instinctual urge to eliminate and consume a biological rival. So, the bloodlust and feeding on women didn't completely replace their body's ability to eat the same foods that the humans did. But the bloodlust overwhelmed any concept of eating anything other than human women making all other "edibles" appear tasteless and undesirable to the Gamatom psyche.
No, what he was mostly anxious about was the prospect of NOT liking the food that she offered. Ever since they'd met, what he was and what he was biologically programmed to do had been hanging over their heads like a looming presence he couldn't completely ignore or forget about. There was no desire to hurt her or eat her, even though he was definitely hungry at the moment. But if fruits and other plants that she liked became too abhorrent to him to consume "food" would remain a taboo subject and it would become that one thing that they could never share as she continued to eat the things that came from the ground and he remained stuck...eating the flesh of other women.
In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal - beans were just ONE thing and it wasn't the end of the world if it ended up being something he wasn't fond of - but it was the steps he was taking to try and bridge this gap between them and he found he desperately wanted to be like her and to enjoy the things that she did.
So, when she returned to his side with a can and proceeded to open it, he set aside the empty fruit cup container and rubbed his palms on his dark grey pants, sniffing experimentally in the direction of the can as she set the top of it aside. Watching warily as she put her own spoon in and inserted it into her mouth, he blinked and looked from her to the can.
Hm! Not green! In fact, the contents of the can were a rusty, tan color, reminding him in some ways of what different parts of flesh looked like. The actual "beans" themselves weren't something he could find a comparison with in the human body, so as far as that went, it was unfamiliar ground. But when she smiled and pulsed to him a mental promise that it tasted good, he relaxed and reached hesitantly forward with his own spoon, pausing to look at what he'd scooped up before inserting it into his mouth.
The first reaction as Cade began to chew the cold, wet bundle was to crinkle his nose in revulsion at the alien texture. But as his mouth continued to move, the tension in his face eased and he registered the actual taste. She'd been right. It was sweet. And it was--
"Not bad," he said with a small nod and a tilted smile, swallowing and eagerly moving his spoon forward for another scoop. And it was a weight off his shoulders to have reached and passed that milestone with her, the second mouthful passing through his throat more pleasantly than the first.
Glancing off to her side where she'd set the book she'd been reading when he'd come to visit her today, he instantly recognized it as the same book from yesterday. The one with Little Red Riding Hood in it.
"Rereading the one about the girl and the wolf?" he asked, nodding at it and making sure to swallow the next mouthful before speaking to her, each bite getting easier than the last and his stomach welcoming the foreign food gladly. "When I was looking at the mythology books at headquarters earlier, I started to think that the brethren don't really have anything like that. You know, stories and whatnot. But that's not exactly true. I remembered one tale that I was told as a boy - that all the younger Gamatoms get told to scare them and make them obey their gang leaders."
"Thought I might share it with you, if you wanted to hear it?" he asked with a shrug, filling his mouth with another spoonful and giving her an open and questioning look.
No, what he was mostly anxious about was the prospect of NOT liking the food that she offered. Ever since they'd met, what he was and what he was biologically programmed to do had been hanging over their heads like a looming presence he couldn't completely ignore or forget about. There was no desire to hurt her or eat her, even though he was definitely hungry at the moment. But if fruits and other plants that she liked became too abhorrent to him to consume "food" would remain a taboo subject and it would become that one thing that they could never share as she continued to eat the things that came from the ground and he remained stuck...eating the flesh of other women.
In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal - beans were just ONE thing and it wasn't the end of the world if it ended up being something he wasn't fond of - but it was the steps he was taking to try and bridge this gap between them and he found he desperately wanted to be like her and to enjoy the things that she did.
So, when she returned to his side with a can and proceeded to open it, he set aside the empty fruit cup container and rubbed his palms on his dark grey pants, sniffing experimentally in the direction of the can as she set the top of it aside. Watching warily as she put her own spoon in and inserted it into her mouth, he blinked and looked from her to the can.
Hm! Not green! In fact, the contents of the can were a rusty, tan color, reminding him in some ways of what different parts of flesh looked like. The actual "beans" themselves weren't something he could find a comparison with in the human body, so as far as that went, it was unfamiliar ground. But when she smiled and pulsed to him a mental promise that it tasted good, he relaxed and reached hesitantly forward with his own spoon, pausing to look at what he'd scooped up before inserting it into his mouth.
The first reaction as Cade began to chew the cold, wet bundle was to crinkle his nose in revulsion at the alien texture. But as his mouth continued to move, the tension in his face eased and he registered the actual taste. She'd been right. It was sweet. And it was--
"Not bad," he said with a small nod and a tilted smile, swallowing and eagerly moving his spoon forward for another scoop. And it was a weight off his shoulders to have reached and passed that milestone with her, the second mouthful passing through his throat more pleasantly than the first.
Glancing off to her side where she'd set the book she'd been reading when he'd come to visit her today, he instantly recognized it as the same book from yesterday. The one with Little Red Riding Hood in it.
"Rereading the one about the girl and the wolf?" he asked, nodding at it and making sure to swallow the next mouthful before speaking to her, each bite getting easier than the last and his stomach welcoming the foreign food gladly. "When I was looking at the mythology books at headquarters earlier, I started to think that the brethren don't really have anything like that. You know, stories and whatnot. But that's not exactly true. I remembered one tale that I was told as a boy - that all the younger Gamatoms get told to scare them and make them obey their gang leaders."
"Thought I might share it with you, if you wanted to hear it?" he asked with a shrug, filling his mouth with another spoonful and giving her an open and questioning look.