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Falin’s taste in food has become much more varied and strange ever since her second resurrection. Marcille wonders how much of it is the fault of Laios introducing monster as food to her and how much is her new anatomy. If she had to guess, though, she’d say it was probably mostly Laios with just a little bit of her being a Chimera at play.
She thinks that makes sense, since at her core Falin is still Falin. Her personality and cute smile hasn’t changed just because she has more feathers so her taste in food surely was just… Something waiting to be awakened. Mostly.
When she sees Falin sneak a bite of raw meat without getting sick, she can’t help but feel that’s the dragon in her.
And now that they’re together, sometimes she worries she’s going to get raw meat mouth from kissing her. Most of the time that worry doesn’t come to Marcille, of course. She’s just too overjoyed to know Falin is her’s and she’s Falin’s to really worry about that!
But when her lover’s just been cooking? Especially with either Laios or Senshi? Well, it never hurt to insist she wash out her mouth a bit first, right? She would get sick from raw meat, unlike Falin.
Of course, she’s thinking so hard about Falin’s changed tastes and where they come from for one reason. One that she’s really trying to distract herself from by trying to run over all other aspects of it as many times as she can.
That being when Falin wants to kiss her she always says the same thing. Equally able to woo and worry Marcille with the words no matter how many times she hears them… Usually the woo winning out over worry in the moment.
But when she has time to think? Well, the worry starts to set in.
“I love how you taste,” Falin always says first. “Can I please kiss you?”
Usually Marcille’s heart just starts fluttering and without many thoughts she says yes, happy as can be. She doesn’t even mind the playful nibbles and bites against her lips and the tongue always sliding into her own mouth.
But then afterwards she wonders just how playful those nibbles and bites are. Does she really taste good? Is it not just a metaphor? The thought makes her fret all around, trying to find any and all information she can on Chimeras.
Pattadol even gets her some higher up and classified information, after making her jump through all the red tape involved with that of course. Even there she doesn’t find an answer. In a way its reassuring -- while dragons would eat humans it didn’t seem like Chimeras did.
Unless none of them had come back. Of course if she had to be eaten it’d be better to be by Falin than anyone else, but still! That would be a last resort sort of thing, not something she just casually wants to do!
She’s in the middle of another one of those flights of worry when Falin walks into her study.
Trying to not-so-smoothly hide what she’s been researching, she stands up and tries to stop Falin from coming too far in. Falin, of course, is taller than her by quite a bit. This allows Falin to get more of a look than Marcille would like, but if she’s lucky Falin won’t--
“I don’t want to eat you,” Falin says and Marcille wants to explode herself with her magic. “If that’s why you’re researching the diet of a Chimera.”
“N-no! That’s not it!” Marcille is quick to speak but she’s kinda a shitty liar. “I-I mean that was part of it, but uh. I also see you eating raw meat sometimes! And was worried that’s not okay, so I just had to--”
“I never get sick, so it probably is,” Falin replies.
“You’re not even sure it’s safe?”
“Not really,” Falin shakes her head. “I thought I would just heal myself if I got bad food poisoning or something when I crave it, but nothing bad ever happens.”
Marcille just takes a moment to stare at her very beautiful, very stupid lover. Well, not stupid per-se, so much as very reckless. Too much like her older brother at times, if you will. She’s trying to sort through what to say when Falin speaks up again.
“But you were a little concerned I wanted to eat you?” She pouts a bit and Marcille wants to explode herself weith her own magic even more now. “I would never do that. I love you, Marcille.”
“I love you too,” Marcille takes her hands in hers. “I just want to understand you so badly and I can never be sure what’s metaphor and what’s not right now! It’s why I want to understand and learn as much as I can… To make you more comfortable with me and me more comfortable with you.”
“That’s sweet…” Falin seems to consider something for a moment. “But it’s not a metaphor.”
“Huh?”
“I do like how you taste,” Falin says plainly. “Not enough to want to eat you or even consider it, of course. But I do think you taste nice. It’s why I’m always kissing you.”
“Oh,” Marcille goes a bit red. “What do I taste like?”
Why did she ask that? Are Falin and Laios rubbing off on her in some unpleasant ways? Maybe, but if so she’s sure Kabru is going through something similar. What with him being around all the time like she is, and all. Maybe he’ll have a bit of time before he falls to it…
But with time the Touden siblings get to you. Marcille knows that all too well at this point. They get to you and, as time goes on, you mind it less and less.
Marcille doesn’t even mind it at all anymore, really.
“Really sweet, though maybe an underlying mark of bitter,” Falin taps her chin a bit. “It’s really nice, though. Just talking about it makes me want to kiss you again…”
“Then,” Marcille smiles at her, face flushed. “Do it.”
Falin doesn’t have to be told twice.