No one is willing to admit that wine doesn't actually have a taste.*

[bending_sickle]

I never thought I'd research wine-tasting for this story, but there you go.

When humans sampled wines in the closest manner they might come to appreciating liquid red as he did, they were at a loss for words. It always came down to descriptions of their fruits, flowers, and spices with them. Sometimes they referred to objects, like wool, leather, or pencil shavings. They also had nonsense words to describe their wines, calling them fresh, opulent, and austere, as if their wines were alive.

If Kezef played by their rules, he would use words like earthy, oaked, and beeswax. He would call the blood honeyed, spicy, and deep. Labels such as complex, intense and even ethereal, like salt to the freshly-healed wounds, would be placed on the bottles.

Except he was using goblets and he never played by man’s rules.

40011 / 50000 words. 80% done!


* Bernard, Black Books

Comments

[seschat.livejournal.com]

God, this is awesome! I think I'll be enjoying Kezef a great deal. *smiles* Also, you've reached incredible 40k! How brilliant is that?! *smishes happily*

(Random information: I'm currently on the bus on my way to school and posting from my phone - hoping nothing gets screwed up too much - and watching the first snowflakes drift to the ground. Hooray! :D)

*snuggles up to you*

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

*smishes back gleefully*

Oh, snow! We've just got Endless Rain of Unending Wetness. And a massive aaawwwww at you commenting from your phone. ♥

I am so, so tired of writing, it can't be over soon enough.

[seschat.livejournal.com]

Only one more week to go, love! *cheers you onnnn~* ♥!

I think I would like the Endless Rain of Unending Wetness better than this cold, blergh. Although, yes, it does look pretty. :)

*glomps you*