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*chuffs a little* Such morbid interests. Tchu! *shakes head* Well, for maybe a little break, how about an example of the slightly brighter side of things?
( On pain, and doctors ... )
( On pain, and doctors ... )
Borrowing a prompt ...
Oct. 4th, 2009 03:01 am"I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends on who is made judge." -- Herman Melville
Handsome? Tchu! And what does that mean to me? *laughs* How would I tell, if I were handsome or not? Blind as a bat, yes? Well, not as a bat, because they're not actually blind so much as prone to playing things by the literal ear, whereas I ... black as black can be, my world. One eye white, the other barely formed. Tchu tchu. *chuckles* Never met a creature I could honestly call good-looking, though whether that is my fault or theirs, I leave to you. *grin*
Other ways, now ... People to me are spaces, movements, scents, tastes and sounds. A twitch of my whiskers and a quick (or not so quick) frisk with my paws, and I'll tell you if they have a handsome build. A wrinkle of my nose, and I'll tell you if they have a charming scent. A word from their mouths, and I'll call their voice interesting or not. And a little nibble ... *grin* Well, I'm sure you can figure that out.
Myself? Well. I don't know, really. My scent is that of the doctor, the apothecary. Pleasing to some, appalling to others. My voice ... I find it pleasant, but that it because it says nice things to me. Others, I could not say, but at least it does not bounce from the ceilings or make ears ache, unlike some I could mention. My build ... there, I think, I am superb! Slim, muscled, dapper ... *leers* Don't you agree?
And taste ... let us just say that is for me to know, and none of you to find out, yes? Any predators in the gathering, I promise I'm not worth the experiment.
Tchu! Where was I? Handsome, yes. If by that you mean good-looking, I've no way to comment. If you're either blind or a hedonist like myself, and thus are open to other senses ... there are many unique beauties in the world.
Come, come, little dears, little loves. Let me look at you. Hehe. My little joke. But help a poor blind rat out. Come closer. Let him touch you a little, let him see how big you are. My, my my my. Big indeed, my little loves. Big indeed.
But that is not why you are here. No, not at all. It is why I am here, of course, but we shall not speak of that. Now. Tell Sebastien what it is you need. A tincture, for your cuts? A potion, for your aches? A needle, for your wounds?
Or maybe a rumour, for your ears? A friend, for your heart? A servant, for your cause? A blade, for your enemy? Sebastien has all these things, my dears, all these and more. Come. Tell him what it is you need.
Then, perhaps, we shall speak of price.
But that is not why you are here. No, not at all. It is why I am here, of course, but we shall not speak of that. Now. Tell Sebastien what it is you need. A tincture, for your cuts? A potion, for your aches? A needle, for your wounds?
Or maybe a rumour, for your ears? A friend, for your heart? A servant, for your cause? A blade, for your enemy? Sebastien has all these things, my dears, all these and more. Come. Tell him what it is you need.
Then, perhaps, we shall speak of price.
