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mekachu04there's a crackle in the air tonight, a warmth that mans compainionship and good food. Crowley does find it amusing that he might be the one to temp humans into the borbidon fruit, but humans where the ones to tem the angel to it.at least for he angel, food isn't expressly forbidden, just... frowned upon.
crowey han no hand it that one, that was all the angel. he'd asked once, why azirpahle did it - ate. the younger ones it seemed, don't really understand the ide of angels - fallen or oterwise. makes corlwey's job easy, that does. but, becuase they dont understnad there are things that angels don't need to wory about - food, shelter, drink, or compainionship (if their bosses are to be believed) . these are important things to humans, and they get rather stressed out when the four needs are not being met. not just for themselves, but for anyone in their group. and for better or worse - as their prinicplaity, azripahle was part of their group.
human's didn't like loners who followed them at arms length; they's much prefer you to join the fire cicrle and in turn, jion them. sure, some outsiders where always seen with some suspoion, but theye were still qiut hostibitable if one just let them be. crowley had used it to fill his pwn quiots many a times, before azirpahle wisned up, and in turn, let the humans adopt him too.
and that ment - if you didn't eat wit htem, there where going to be upset. they also had many other activityes they wanted you to partcipat in, but if you told them you'd tried it before and ddi not like it, they wouldn't push it further. food was not one of those options.
it wasn't just about nurisment, but food was about trust and love in equal messure. for the the ones who prepared the food, it was a labout of love. for htose who ate it, it was a sign of trust. not just that you would be pruposly poisned, but many things could make one sick if not prepared and cooked right. you trusteed the skills and (learned) of the ones preparin the food.
to refuse food - even if you where legit not hingry - even in times od need - was paramapnt to a slap in the face to the small group of humans. and apparetly, azirpahle had learned hte hard way after making one fo the younger humans cry. the elders had smooth things over, explained to the young cook in trainging that somethies azriaple was jsut different. that, during the dry seaon, when game was scarece, food was precious, and that azirpahle did not wasnt to take what he did not need.
the... partial truth smoothed things over until times where proserace again.
and then the young human - now old enough to be an adult but the tribes starndards, no longer a child - he tried again to offer azripale some of hte food they'd made that day. the early idea of bread, a plant paste baked on hot flat rockes, with meats and fruits tucked into it's delace layer.
they had more than enough for everyone now. itw as a good seaon. there was no need for sacafices. the man was so proud - it was the best, tastiest thing he'd ever helped prepare. perfect, in his mind, for breaking such a long fast that he'd imaginded azirpahle to be on.
for a first meal - it was propbaby too much, to be honest. stong vibrabt flavours, even to those used to such things.
azirpahle didn't have te heart ot refuse the human again - nor had ne any excuses either.
unprpared, the first bite took him woefully by surpsde, tears instant in his eyes. he's never tasted anything before, after all. the human panicked, and azirpahle had to rush to assure him he'd doe nothing wrong.
no food would ever match that first meal, but each dish that came after was awonder and a delight to behold, no matter who much the other angels didn't seem to understand
crowey han no hand it that one, that was all the angel. he'd asked once, why azirpahle did it - ate. the younger ones it seemed, don't really understand the ide of angels - fallen or oterwise. makes corlwey's job easy, that does. but, becuase they dont understnad there are things that angels don't need to wory about - food, shelter, drink, or compainionship (if their bosses are to be believed) . these are important things to humans, and they get rather stressed out when the four needs are not being met. not just for themselves, but for anyone in their group. and for better or worse - as their prinicplaity, azripahle was part of their group.
human's didn't like loners who followed them at arms length; they's much prefer you to join the fire cicrle and in turn, jion them. sure, some outsiders where always seen with some suspoion, but theye were still qiut hostibitable if one just let them be. crowley had used it to fill his pwn quiots many a times, before azirpahle wisned up, and in turn, let the humans adopt him too.
and that ment - if you didn't eat wit htem, there where going to be upset. they also had many other activityes they wanted you to partcipat in, but if you told them you'd tried it before and ddi not like it, they wouldn't push it further. food was not one of those options.
it wasn't just about nurisment, but food was about trust and love in equal messure. for the the ones who prepared the food, it was a labout of love. for htose who ate it, it was a sign of trust. not just that you would be pruposly poisned, but many things could make one sick if not prepared and cooked right. you trusteed the skills and (learned) of the ones preparin the food.
to refuse food - even if you where legit not hingry - even in times od need - was paramapnt to a slap in the face to the small group of humans. and apparetly, azirpahle had learned hte hard way after making one fo the younger humans cry. the elders had smooth things over, explained to the young cook in trainging that somethies azriaple was jsut different. that, during the dry seaon, when game was scarece, food was precious, and that azirpahle did not wasnt to take what he did not need.
the... partial truth smoothed things over until times where proserace again.
and then the young human - now old enough to be an adult but the tribes starndards, no longer a child - he tried again to offer azripale some of hte food they'd made that day. the early idea of bread, a plant paste baked on hot flat rockes, with meats and fruits tucked into it's delace layer.
they had more than enough for everyone now. itw as a good seaon. there was no need for sacafices. the man was so proud - it was the best, tastiest thing he'd ever helped prepare. perfect, in his mind, for breaking such a long fast that he'd imaginded azirpahle to be on.
for a first meal - it was propbaby too much, to be honest. stong vibrabt flavours, even to those used to such things.
azirpahle didn't have te heart ot refuse the human again - nor had ne any excuses either.
unprpared, the first bite took him woefully by surpsde, tears instant in his eyes. he's never tasted anything before, after all. the human panicked, and azirpahle had to rush to assure him he'd doe nothing wrong.
no food would ever match that first meal, but each dish that came after was awonder and a delight to behold, no matter who much the other angels didn't seem to understand
