He could. He'd borrowed the senses of quite a few people over the years, of Hannibal and Raven and Karla. Each had their own biases, had their own particular way of enjoying the food that they were helping him sample.
With each and every one of them, this was an experience, intimate in its own way, their tongue becoming his, breathing in whatever they had in front of them, savouring it...
And there was always something a little overwhelming about the way his entire being flooded with sensation that, more often than not, he was left without. Particularly a sensation so evocative as taste. He'd been brought to his knees by chocolate, once, left to melt on someone's tongue. Peppermint overwhelmed him completely, and wine...
Wine, when properly appreciated, was practically a religious experience. And after it, the way her tongue played over her lips, the heat in her cheeks...
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Date: 2014-03-22 06:13 pm (UTC)With each and every one of them, this was an experience, intimate in its own way, their tongue becoming his, breathing in whatever they had in front of them, savouring it...
And there was always something a little overwhelming about the way his entire being flooded with sensation that, more often than not, he was left without. Particularly a sensation so evocative as taste. He'd been brought to his knees by chocolate, once, left to melt on someone's tongue. Peppermint overwhelmed him completely, and wine...
Wine, when properly appreciated, was practically a religious experience. And after it, the way her tongue played over her lips, the heat in her cheeks...
//Magnificent...//
It left him wanting more. Not wine. Rinoa.