Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
The dandelions became victims of evisceration, with the sharp edge of Billy’s stainless steel knife scoring lines down the length of their stems so that the milk-white blood of their sap spilled over his cutting board. His eyes flicked up while he quirked an eyebrow in response to Tandy’s implication.
“Who says we can’t do both?” And it came with the curl of a smirk, as Billy huffed out a soft exhale of laughter from his nose. He turned the cutting board by ninety degrees, going to work at chopping up the stems into small segments that were sticky with sap. He frowned a little, surveying the guy’s expression and the voracity with which he hauled down the coffee. He had half a mind to feed him, if he’d take it.
“Okay, so you’re you but not-you. Probably pretty freaked out in general. Right?” Billy wiped the sticky sap off his hands onto the thigh of his jeans, and tilted the cutting board over the roiling contents of the pot where it was bubbling away on the stove. He understood freaked, and not-belonging.
“Wow, so, shut up,” he snapped back with a flash of sharp, white teeth and a hint of bemusement, pointing the knife’s tip at Tandy where he languished on Billy’s futon. “We can’t all be giants. And anyway,” he turned back to his work at this point, scraping the last remnants of the flowers’ sap onto the flat edge of his knife and using the whole thing to swirl the pot’s contents three times, counter-clockwise. “Sabrina had it easy, just pointing magic into existence. She was spoiled. Probably would have wound up at the stake you mentioned.”