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Story: Pestilence
Pestilence studies my lips as he answers. “You wanted me to try your human food.”
My eyes move between the pie and his fork. “Are you serious?” I suppose this is his way of smoothing over yesterday’s unpleasantness. My enthusiasm just plummets at the thought.
You’d been ready to share your hot chocolate with him, Sara.
But apple pie is a cut above even hot chocolate.
He’ll just take a bite.
He won’t even like it, he’s just trying to prove a point.
Wordlessly, I push the pie over to his side of the table.
The horseman stares down at the pie for a moment before gingerly scooping out a forkful of it. He brings it to his lips like he’s done this a thousand times before, and after a brief hesitation, he takes a bite of the apple pie.
I watch him with a strange sort of fascination. It takes a helluva lot to distract me from pie, but Pestilence eating food for the first time just happens to be that. His face stays expressionless the entire time.
He doesn’t like it. Praise Jesus, he doesn’t like it.
He sets his fork down and looks at me, his face serious. “You were right.”
I was? About what? My forehead crinkles in confusion.
“Not needing something doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it.” With that, he picks his fork back up and scoops out another bite.
“What are you doing?” I’m embarrassed at how alarmed my voice sounds.
“Eating.”
“So … you like it?” I probe.
“Do you want a formal apology?” Pestilence asks me. “Would you like for me to admit I was wrong?”
I’d like for you to not enjoymystolen pie, thankyouverymuch.
“I thought you mentioned that food was a slippery slope into mortal depravity?” I say, sliding the pie pan back to my side of the table and taking a bite of it.
It’s a bit stale, and I prefer my pie hot, but it is, in a word,heaven.
The horseman drags the pie back to his side of the table. “I mused on the matter.” He scoops another forkful. Another bite just …goneto this beast. “Food in and of itself is not wicked.”
I slide the pan back to me. “Indulgence probably is.”
Now that I know he can eat food, the suspense is over. Just give me back my pie. That’s all I ask.
“Perhaps,” he agrees. It doesn’t stop him from continuing to eat the flaky dessert, and he happens to take the world’s biggest freaking bites.
The pie quickly disappears, most of it going to the man across from me, the man who doesn’t even need to eat.
This is such bullshit.
After he’s finished, Pestilence sits back in his seat, slinging one booted foot over his other knee. There’s something so terribly normal about this situation. A man and a woman sharing breakfast together. It’s easy to imagine the horseman without his golden crown and his armor and weapons. It’s easy to imagine him as just a man.
And that’s very, very dangerous.
“I was wrong,” he says softly, his blue eyes finding mine.
“About what?” I ask distractedly, scraping up the last of the crumbs from the bottom of the tin.
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