01-01-2021, 04:46 AM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
If there was one thing Arrow absolutely missed as a ghost, it was eating. She would be lying through her teeth if she said she hadn't contemplated asking politely to borrow some poor sucker's body just to get a few mouthfuls, at this point it literally didn't matter what it was. Hell, it could be just terrible food, food you wouldn't feed your worst enemy, she'd still probably take a bite on principle. Sleeping was lame, and it would be some time before she missed the feeling of minor injury like the dull thud as a direct result of bonking her head against something. Or taking a tumble off one of the many things she liked to stand upon to feel tall.
So, when caught Salvia attempting to cook what could have been a decent meal, she wasn't sure, her curiosity and nostalgia for enjoying food got the best of her. She could just say she was uh....watching the fire. That worked.
"What'cha up to over here, little dude?" Arrow asked, tilting her head slightly as her green eyes went from Salvia to the fire and then the now blackened chunks resting above the flames. She gently pawed at the sparks that jumped from the wood into the air, frowning when they passed through her form as was absolutely expected. She could have jumped right into the flames without a second thought or any consequences to her body, but that was just unnerving. She decided to change the subject in her head. Bringing up the fact that the flesh and bone upon the skewers was starting to look like the lit coal below probably wasn't the best route to take, she didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything else that would make her writhe with guilt. She might have dumb, but she wasn't that dumb. "Cookin' up a storm?"
If there was one thing Arrow absolutely missed as a ghost, it was eating. She would be lying through her teeth if she said she hadn't contemplated asking politely to borrow some poor sucker's body just to get a few mouthfuls, at this point it literally didn't matter what it was. Hell, it could be just terrible food, food you wouldn't feed your worst enemy, she'd still probably take a bite on principle. Sleeping was lame, and it would be some time before she missed the feeling of minor injury like the dull thud as a direct result of bonking her head against something. Or taking a tumble off one of the many things she liked to stand upon to feel tall.
So, when caught Salvia attempting to cook what could have been a decent meal, she wasn't sure, her curiosity and nostalgia for enjoying food got the best of her. She could just say she was uh....watching the fire. That worked.
"What'cha up to over here, little dude?" Arrow asked, tilting her head slightly as her green eyes went from Salvia to the fire and then the now blackened chunks resting above the flames. She gently pawed at the sparks that jumped from the wood into the air, frowning when they passed through her form as was absolutely expected. She could have jumped right into the flames without a second thought or any consequences to her body, but that was just unnerving. She decided to change the subject in her head. Bringing up the fact that the flesh and bone upon the skewers was starting to look like the lit coal below probably wasn't the best route to take, she didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything else that would make her writhe with guilt. She might have dumb, but she wasn't that dumb. "Cookin' up a storm?"