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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
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FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Word count: 363
CW for a bit of cannibalism and implied self-harm
Esme sat at the dinner table, watching Adrienne cook. She had gotten up to help before, only for her girlfriend to usher her back to her seat. “Let me do the cooking,” Adrienne had insisted.
So Esme stayed in her seat and watched instead as her girlfriend flitted around the kitchen, humming. “Dinner is almost done, dear,” Adrienne said as she stirred a pot of soup.
After a few more minutes, Adrienne exclaimed that it was ready and poured soup into a bowl with a ladle. She placed the bowl down in front of Esme along with plates of bread and salad as sides. Adrienne sat down across from her and stared at her in anticipation.
Esme stared at the bowl. She didn’t know what it was exactly but she could guess that it had an ingredient that Adrienne always insisted upon. She glanced at the bandages on Adrienne’s hands and wrists.
“I don’t feel that hungry,” Esme said.
Adrienne frowned. “You don’t like it? I can cook something else.”
“You know why.”
“Oh.” The atmosphere became colder. “You were fine with it before. Why now?” Esme stayed silent. Adrienne stood up, pushing the chair back. “Darling, it’s part of my love. You are what you eat and I want you to always have a piece of me in you.”
Esme curled into herself, folding her arms. “I don’t want you to keep hurting yourself for this.”
“It’s just some blood. And well just a little bit of–”
“I don’t want it. I don’t want any of it.”
Adrienne took a step toward Esme and she flinched. Adrienne stopped and took a few steps back. “I don’t understand…” Esme couldn’t bear to look at her but she could feel Adrienne’s gaze on her.
“Okay, I’ll just… put the food away for now. We can talk about this more later.” Adrienne shuffled and took away the bowl and plates.
Esme got up and walked to her room. After closing the door behind her, she slumped down and sat on the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. What was there to talk about? Esme just wanted this to end.