the jinn (thejinn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-12 09:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, hannibal lecter, jinn |
Who: Jinn and Hannibal Lecter
Where: In the kitchen
When: Saturday
What: Jinn watches a master at work.
Warnings: TBD
Jinn's memories of food preparation were faint. The days when offerings had been made to him were so far back in time as to be mere specks of light in a long stretch of uninterrupted darkness. Painful, too, if he let himself think about them too long. As he was not a household spirit, he had never been invited to watch someone cook before, for him or for anyone else. The doctor's offer was a precious one. Not knowing what to expect but willing to broaden his horizons, Jinn descended the stairs at his leisure. In his hands were a few of the nails he had inexplicably found beside his bed this afternoon. They trickled into his palm with a metallic jangle, almost melodious, and Jinn tried not to think of the motorcycle key he had traded to the son of Poseidon, or the keychain he had offered the firebird. The ground floor was deserted. He crossed it unhurriedly and tried the kitchen door. After being locked in on his first day, he still somewhat expected to find latches unwilling to bend to his will whenever he left his room. Today, thankfully, the door swung open; Jinn slid the nails into his pocket and walked through, into the unknown. |