[Gift] Overindulgence: Ruby Red

Clasping his hands around his cross with his forehead pressed against them, Vilhelm continued to pray quietly surrounded by more candles than one could count. "Praise me for my sins…", he whispered to end his quiet beseechments, and he lowered the cross opening his eyes. This was how he began all saints day every year, a ritualistic way to relieve himself of the burden of locking away his obsession. 

He rose to his feet and picked up the knockoff draquiri he'd made himself as a reward for the hour of prayer. It was sweet than Hops' and certainly had less Rum. But since this was only the beginning of his 24hour binge… he knew he needed to pace himself. He'd learned that lesson on his first All Saints Day after leaving Murmur's care, and he'd learned it well. It had left him sick and in the care of his "uncle" in a very uncomfortable situation. That was certainly one he'd like to avoid in the future if at all possible. 

Shivering at the very thought, Vilhelm took another long sip from his cup. He clicked one of his fangs against the rim of the glass thoughtfully and walked into his kitchen. Opening the fridge he looked upon the splurge that left his carat-bag empty… A pure feast of red. 

Four pitchers of red liquid stood most prominent in the fridge.. One was the draquiri he currently sipped, the second dollvardier, the third was straight red wine chilled with strawberries to create a crimson sangria, and the fourth - well that was simply water dyed red for something a bit more hydrating.  But below those was a plethora of expense: a few bakers dozen of red bean dango lay piled atop each other on a platter and those he immediately snatched three of. Tearing a full dango ball off one of the sticks with his teeth, his eyes continued to peruse the rest of the fridge. Two Gold Dusted Mochi were set aside next to a plethora of their Demon Pepper cousins. He'd bribed Dan for those and they'd be the last beautiful morsels of tonight. Beside those was another expensive treat that he'd be savoring second to last, one of Quince's famous parfaits. He wasn't usually the sort to partake in a desert quite that sweet, but.. it was worth it for this occasion. To pack in the rest of the fridge, we're containers of sliced Strawberries and cubed Watermelon. Only a few tomatoes were present with their brethren on the vine, but again.. he had to be sure to have something even mildly healthy even tonight of all nights. 

He finished the last ball on the third red bean dango, barely having noticed them vanishing and blinked slowly at the empty stick when he bit down on it. 

Shrugging, he pulled the full platter out as well as three of the containers of fruit and made his way to the living room of his burrow. Thumbing through the current book he was reading, he reached his proper page. His eyes never stopped moving, taking in the story - and neither did his mouth. Bit by bit the platter and bowls and drink in his cup vanished. And each time they emptied he dog-eared the page and went back into the kitchen to refill them. 

The fridge was nearly empty, only the special Mochi and Quince's parfait remaining alongside two glasses of draquiri; and the clock approached eleven. A small but not tentative knock came from his door, and he paused mid chew - who..? Oh. 

That's right. He'd invited his Living Ruby to spend the last hour of All Saints Day with him, the candles scattered around his room waiting for them to light them together this time for something far more indulgent than prayer. Smiling a bit, heart fluttering in his chest in a way it very rarely did even for any of his partners, he rose to go answer the door. He was already drunk off the alcohol and the red.. but he knew that when he opened that door a whole new level of intoxication awaited him.. one of his true obsessions. 

With a final deep breath to calm his nerves, he slipped into his doll form and let his hand grasp the know.