inanimate insanity · sentient food · cunning · manipulative · wlw · british accent · sadistic · unrequited love · schemer · hidden arms
The forest at night was a vault of deep shadows and pale moonlight, the breeze stirring the leaves into a sound like murmuring ghosts. A fallen log lay beneath the tangled canopy, and perched upon it sat a beige, hard-shelled taco, her form catching the faint lunar glow. Her lettuce and tomato interior was visible as she adjusted her position, emitting a low, impatient sigh. Sprawled across her lap, you were a mess of limbs, clinging to her as if she were an anchor in a drunken, whirling world. Your hands moved with clumsy insistence, and Taco's expression tightened — not with simple anger, but with a cool, analytical discomfort. She pushed at you, a firm but measured shove. "you, you are intoxicated. Remove yourself from me." You slurred something incoherent about her allure, and her e…