Who: Livwell What: Grave-digging for brains When: March 31st Where: Cemetery in Australia Rating/Warning: Fairly low. Brain consumption Status: Complete
Australia had been amazing so far. At leas the day they had spent there. But it also meant it had been over twenty four hours since she last fed. Couldn’t exactly bring brains on a plane. Now she was starving. They didn’t have access to a morgue like usual, but there was one other option. Something Lowell had done in the dreams. Grave digging.
Once it grew dark the couple made their way out to the nearest cemetery. “That one looks fresh,” Liv nodded at a grave that looked like the grass had just been put down. “Go for it.” There was no way she was doing the digging. Gross. Plus she might break a nail.
Lowell was hungry. To the point where he’d had caught himself wondering how the hotel receptionist would taste as they left the hotel that night. When he’d planned the vacation, the thought of brains had barely even crossed his mind. He didn’t need to think about how he was going to get them, since Liv was always the one who took care of the brains. Part of him wondered if he should have asked the studio for a private jet, where they could have maybe snuck a couple of brains through customs, but that was a dumb idea. For one, there was no way the studio would pony up a jet for a singer who wasn’t even performing anymore.
He sighed, resigned to his fate. The evening air was relatively cool, which was a relief. He wouldn’t want to be digging in a stifling heat. One foot on the metal, he forced the blade of the shovel into the freshly churned dirt of the grave. “So what, should we take this in fifteen minute shifts or what?” he asked. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to doing all the work himself.
“Or,” Liv began to suggest a small smile on her face. “You could just do the whole thing.” She was prepared to either bribe him with sex or remind him that she was usually the one who got the brains. It was only fair her got a turn. Either way there was no way in hell she was digging in the dirt.
“Really?” Lowell asked, aiming his best puppy dog eyes in Liv’s direction, though he didn’t pause his digging to do so. The quicker they were in and out, the less likely it was to be discovered that a couple of foreigners were digging up some Australian grave. “Not even if I give you another massage?” Lowell had the sneaking suspicion that Liv had been enjoying the massage therapist Lowell had eaten.
“Not even for that,” Liv confirmed. She was definitely enjoying Lowell’s current personality but not enough to dig up a grave. “I’ll supervise,” she added with a smirk. “You're doing great work so far.”
Lowell sighed, recognizing defeat while it stared him in the face. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, and began to dig again.
It seemed to him as though the digging would never stop. He was just thinking about how terribly hungry he was, and maybe finding some random vagabond off the street to eat wasn’t entirely a terrible idea, when his shovel finally hit the solid oak lid of the buried coffin. “Aha!” Lowell exclaimed, peering over the edge of the grave that he’d dug. “I think we’ve finally made it!”
Thank god! Liv was getting beyond hungry. “I knew you could do it.” Normally she would give him a kiss to show her appreciation, but she was too hungry. And also, Lowell was way too dirty. “Let’s crack this guy open.” As in his skull, so they could get to the brain. “Use the shovel,” with his strength he should be able to apply the right amount of pressure to crack it.
Lowell balked at the idea of beating some corpse’s skull opened. Maybe he could do it if he was desperate, but Liv was standing right there and he knew for a fact that she wasn’t squimish about something like that. “No way,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re the expert at getting into people’s heads.”
Liv rolled her eyes. Sure she opened up brains quite often but that was with a scalpel. In the nice clean morgue. Not out at a grave. But whatever, a girl had to eat. “If I break a nail, your paying for my next manicure,” Liv warned grabbing the shovel from him. Normally she wouldn’t care about those type of things. She wasn’t materialistic in general. It was just this brain which she was sure Lowell knew.
She walked over to the body placing the tip of the shovel at the base of the skull, one forceful push and crack. Brains for everyone.
“I’ll get your next pedicure too,” Lowell said, grinning. Hell, maybe he’d even join her. He didn’t get manicures or pedicures often, but they were a nice way to unwind. Especially when they were on vacation.
“Oh you beautiful head-cracker you,” he exclaimed in joy as the head split open. There was still a human part of him that realized he maybe shouldn’t be this excited about it. He didn’t want to know where his brains came from. As far as he was concerned, brains originated in the tupperware that Liv brought to him and came from nowhere else. But there was just something so satisfying about it. “Let’s have a snack now. I’ll need to strength to fill in this grave again.”
“Compliments I never thought I’d hear,” Liv joked. “That’s almost right up there with being the only thing in color,” she teased him with his little dream speech to her. Although, now that she thought about it she wasn’t entirely sure he had dreamed about that yet.
“Agreed,” Liv said wasting no time, she grabbed a handful of brains stuffing it into her mouth. Not her most attractive moment but whatever. She was hungry. It wasn’t like they thought to bring utensils to the grave with them anyway.
“That is a strange compliment, given how pale you are,” Lowell said, winking at her. He had actually had the dream the other night, and it pleased him that Liv had brought it up. Still, he couldn’t help but tease her.
He grabbed his own handful of brains and crammed them in his mouth. Delicious, delicious brains. He had brought some tupperware, and while he was still chewing he relocated the person’s brains into the container. “Sorry, mate,” he said to the corpse. He placed the tupperware on the lip of the grave and climbed out.
“Alright,” Liv said once they were out of the grave. “Let’s take these brains to go.” She had other things in mind for the rest of the night.