Hana "Hannah" Sato (night_yen) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-09 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, sato |
Nothing is as burdensome as a secret.
Who: Sato + Marijuana + Pandora’s Box (NCP)
What: Sato shares a secret; MJ gets no answers.
Where: Masque, post-closing
When: Thursday night (post-closing and very, very, very late)
Sato liked kitchens.
Of course, Masque’s kitchen was exceptional. An obscene amount of money and attention had been invested into creating a culinary dreamland. Part laboratory, part witch shop, part studio, Sato had wanted--craved--a place of wonder. There seemed so little room left for wonder and magic in this modern iron world…
The worst part is that they don’t even realize what’s missing. It chafed at Sato, that so many could be so unaware of the potential lavished upon them by the waking world. She’d fought fang and claw to gain purchase in mortal "reality", in life, had bled and starved and burned--and suffer it all again if only for a grain of sugar, the kiss of butter, the crunch of fresh, sweet corn.
And as so far the misery she’d inflicted on others for the same sake...well, Sato made her own sort of peace with the debt.
But, of course, sometimes that debt crawled home to spit in the tea. Or stick her pretty blond head like a firecracker into others’ affairs.
The Baku sighed and reached for a sieve to put over the mixing bowl. She dipped a strong linen towel in cold water and wrung it out hard before lining the sieve with it. Carefully, she poured in the almond mixture she’d been grinding and mixing, gathering together the towel’s edges in one strong hand and twisting. Time to time, she’d relax her hold to mix up the almond paste and then twist again, tightly as possibly, continuing until all the almond milk possible was wrung from the paste. Her movements were sparse and precise, sharp as ink on white.
Sato didn’t look up when the back kitchen door opened; she was too busy adding soaked gelatin to the remaining water, keeping a wary eye on the heat.