Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
Famine cocked an eyebrow while he swirled his new-filled glass of wine. “Because you don’t think like they do,” he told Bartleby, lifting up his goblet. “They want to know how wine was done, how old it is and how it tastes, but only recently they have learned what will happen if they drink and drive or how much their body can’t take become slipping into a coma.” After unspoken Cheers to his companion, the horseman drank its fill. “If they do that about wine, imagine about everything else in this world. They never think about the signs unless they’re reaching a change of millennium or producing a movie about it. Their lives are so short; they don’t want to see the big picture unlike you,” he finished.
Among the Horsepeople, Famine had had long-termed interactions with mortals: he liked to watch and observe their habits out of boredom and picked a lot of humane past times himself.
“Cordelia Chase?” He smiled at the name. “We are as uncreative as humanity. The lord doesn’t do that. He picks them when we are done.” He was thinking on a personal present for the lady so they wouldn’t be rude in giving their nemesis some regards.