Drabble Cascade #132 - "Osmosis"

[charisstoma]

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #132 word of week: "Osmosis"

Title: In Pursuit of Knowledge (PG, m/m, paranormal)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

A miasma of temptation permeated the glade and Lionel watched a mist wend its way between the trees' trunks towards him, feeling his cock harden. He should rise and throw more wood on the fire, he thought, not taking his eyes off what approached and missed the slow seeping of knowledge into him.

“Don’t go in there,” Edwin warned. “Lost someone from my village in The Devil’s Dell. He’s one of Satan’s Paramours now; spends his time in the city’s brothels, opening his mouth and spreading his legs wide. He’s damned good at his corrupting ways. I often visit him.”

Comments

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

I think I'm missing something, whose Edwin?
I thought it was Edwin approaching him but then it sounds like what/whose approaching is more of a threat/temptation?
Lionel is in the glade of looking into the glade?

I'm tired, need sleep, shift has been busy.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

Fic for fac . . er . . tit for tat (Drew says there are NO tits in this fic) . . so fic for tat? Oh bugger, Fic for fic!

Drew hadn't seen Ren in AGES. His lover had just finished a mammoth wedding cake project yesterday - a gigantic, eight tier, intricate, sculpted monstrosity intended to feed five hundred guests and which owed as much to the local hardware store for it's structural integrity as it did to Ren's baking skills. Ren had begun preparing for the event months ago - baking the cakes and freezing them, making what seemed like a ton of fondant from scratch (Ren prided himself in doing *everything* from scratch), hand-making all the tiny, intricate decorations and storing them. But there was only so much you could do in advance and still present a fresh, edible, and most importantly, delicious cake, so the last two days had been a frantic and exhausting marathon of cake construction. Ren had roped everyone he could lay his hands on into helping (including, much to Drew's disgruntlement, most of Drew's kitchen hands at one time or another) and Drew had called in a favor from a friend and gotten her in to serve as pastry chef for the last week so Ren could focus exclusively on the cake.

When the cake had finally been delivered and constructed at the wedding venue (they had to hire a van especially to fit it in), Ren had staggered back into the restaurant, collapsed dramatically at Drew's feet, and declared that tomorrow would be a Day Off.

Sadly, while Ren could take the time, Drew still had a restaurant to run - and his special monthly Sunday Roast lunch service was exceedingly popular, even in spring. It was strange not to have Ren somewhere nearby in the kitchen (even if it was just lurking at the back of the pizza oven, or trying to crawl up into the salamander when Drew wasn't looking) and Drew hadn't seen him in HOURS. Despite his bustling, mid-service kitchen, Drew was lonely.

"I'm taking a break," he called over to his sous chef, Katie. The woman nodded, but didn't reply, her attention remaining focused on the pass and the dishes she was ensuring were perfect before they were sent out. Drew pulled of his gloves, wiped his forehead with his kerchief, and headed up to the stairs leading to his apartment.

Only Ren wasn't there.

Drew bit his lip in frustration. How could you lose a four foot long (six if you counted the entire length of his tail) lizard?? The only other place he could be was . . . well, Drew supposed it was possible. It *was* spring (thank the little gods for small favors - winter and summer were NOT ideal cake decorating seasons) and Ren did occasionally stray outside to sun himself.

Drew headed back down the stairs, this time taking the short passageway that lead out the back door into the kitchen garden. The breeze was cool but soft on his sweaty brow, and the air was fragrant with burgeoning herbs. But no smoky, slightly acrid scent of large lizard.