imagine though how long it has been for Thomas to have a proper tasty meal. James would cook for him the first time. It’s not his best work, and he gets upset because he made it too salty and he is not sure if Thomas liked basil, but Thomas would almost cry, because it’s so good.
ok but this is sth i’ve been working into a fic, bc can you imagine what a fucking delight thomas would be to watch while eating? he’d pull faces and moan and lick his fingers bc he’s simply not used to actual nice food anymore. he’d be so unselfconscious about it, just savouring this simplest and most human of pleasures for all its worth.
and of course james “spice and glaze a pig” mcgraw/flint rolls up his sleeves and gets to work in the kitchen, pronto. you bet your ass he saves up and buys all the decadent spices and haggles w the local farmwives for recipes.
oh hey look who has no impulse control and needs to share a chunk from the fic i’ve been working on
Watching
Thomas eat these days was a fucking delight.Once
they had found a cottage to stay in, away from prying eyes for now,
James made this discovery and grew determined to feed Thomas’
enthusiasm as best he could – literally. While there were no pigs to
spice and glaze, he was a rather adept cook and secretly sought out
recipes to broaden his repertoire, as far as their budget and his
skills permitted.If
James had cooked something especially good, Thomas would close his
eyes in quiet rapture. He’d hum and moan appreciatively and eagerly
lick his fingers to catch every last taste. There was nothing
artificial about it – James knew that Thomas could play-act well
enough to make lascivious even the most unlikely of things. This was
simple disbelieving enjoyment at being allowed to taste again, to
experience the world in all its varieties in yet another way after
ten years of deprivation.If
Thomas’ reaction was wanton, then it was only because he had been
wanting for so long.
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