a tasty treat never killed anyone // open - roasting marshmallows

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ white tiger

Red eyes gleaming, Vale looked up to watch Chernabog circle before her landing. The black wings shuttered and fluttered on vis back, almost of their own accord, as Brymstone came around the bonfire, as well. Vale could scream, this was already more fun than ve’d had in the Pitt when ve’d held a similar impromptu party. Black feathers gently fell through the air, and the flesh melted off vis tail until only the bones remained.

“My friends, you’ve never had S’mores?” Vale snorted and shook vis head and lashed vis bone tail, as though the two’d admitted they had never drunk water. “Why, they’re only my favorite treat in the whole fucking world!”

Ve held out the sugar-filled paw for her to sniff, if she’d like—if she chomped on it, whatever, ve could easily make another. “You can make ‘em anyway you like, though the usual form is with a toasted marshmallow and chocolate squished between two crackers.” Vale glanced down at the crackerless-oozing squish in vis paw, all gooey marshmallow and melted chocolate with rivers of caramel dripping to the dirt below. “As you can see, I heavily depart from the usual. You might like the variation where you burn the marshmallow!”

All the while, Brymstone’s gaze bore into Vale’s body like a radiation gun. Vale’d experienced gawkers before, but this was… different, and the shapeshifter instinctively knew Brymstone didn’t mean to offend, so no offense was taken. After Vale finished explaining marshmallows to Chernabog, the shapeshifter glanced at Brymstone and flicked vis bonetail—each pop of a bone turned the vertebrae into a ball-like construct, until the entire tail became scorpion-like, complete with sharpened bone at the last vertebrae.

Vale chomped another bite off vis marshmallow monstrosity—either the first one or one ve made after Chernabog ate the first one—and chuckled to Brymstone. “Oh, I traded a merchant. I believe she was in love with the… what’d she call it… rare and unique pelts I offered. Hahaha. Turns out when you shapeshift and leave the skin behind, people will actually pay you for that shit.”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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