HOME | DD

Description

"What'dya mean you've never had a wing before??"
"What? Of course I've had wings before! I've just never had them... w-well--"

"Fried?"

"I... well, yes- stop laughing at me!"

"I'm not! I swear I'm not, I'm just surprised ya never had any is all; next thing ya tell me is you've never had anything fried before, amirite?"

"...."

"..oh. Really?"

"Yes. The cooks have never prepared anything I've had in such a way. I suppose on behalf of my mother; she used to tell me how unseemly they were for the body."

"PSH! What's unseemly, princess, is that you've never tried the holy grail that is food fried up, nice and greasy!"

"And that is precisely why; cholesterol, tons of calories, fattening, very little nutritional value whatsoever. Frankly I'm surprised you eat it at all given your sport."

"Because it's good for you!"

"What? Good for you?"

"Yes, for the soul! I get tryin' ta watch the figure but it ain't gonna kill ya to eat it every now and then. Your mom did ya a crime, keepin' you away from this stuff."

"Hmph. That is debatable."

Sakura snorts and waves a wing at Evangeline's face in a movement similar to waggling a finger scoldingly. "Nupupup! Ain't nothin' debatable when ya don't even know what it tastes like. So here's the million-dollar question: ya wanna try some?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aw c'mon, Evie, I'm not blind. I saw ya eyeing these bad boys the moment I sat down. You tellin' me you ain't even a little curious?"

Evangeline opens her mouth to answer when her stomach does the answering for her. A blush floods her cheeks and she sees a goofy smirk stretch Sakura's mouth, smug and playful. "Sounds ta me the answer's 'yes'."

"Hardly," is Evangeline's flustered answer, hunching her shoulders and turning her head away. Sakura's warm rumbling giggle rolls over her and, even without looking at her, the heiress knows the larger girl's grin has softened into something quieter; never taunting, never judging, nothing but warmth. It's enough to ease the tension she's felt since the beginning of this odd conversation, shoulders lowering from where they've bunch against her ears. She chances a glance out of the corner of her eye and, yes, Sakura's smiling at her with a much lighter grin, eyes darting over her face before pointedly looking at the wing held between them by the bone.

She looks back up to her eyes and her grin quirks crookedly as she says "just one bite, yeah? I won't tell if you won't."

Evangeline turns her head fully to take in the offending food item held before her: it's caked in barbecue and spices and steam is still lightly wafting from it. Looks nothing like the carefully baked, lightly seasoned, awfully expensive chicken entrees she's so used to, looks every bit the part of the "evil" her mother claims they do upon the body, but she can't deny just how good it smells even from where she's standing.

After a beat of hesitation, Evangeline sighs and rolls her eyes as she takes the wing carefully from Sakura's grip, mindful of grabbing at the bone. "You're impossible." She says. Sakura simply waggles her brows at her, pleased, and Evangeline watches as she sucks at the barbecue clinging to her thumb without a care. She wrinkles her nose at the action even as heat tingles at her ears. How uncouth.

The football star laughs around her thumb, "Aw, ya know ya love me!" before she gives her signature sharp grin, all teeth and sunshine.

Evangeline just gives a noncommittal hum. A quick glance tells her that Sakura's fully engrossed on the bucket in her lap, eating with gusto, no napkins or forks in sight. If she's this excited about the wings to forgo the most basic of table etiquette they must be good... right?

The heiress stares warily at the wing in her grip, at the sauce covering the tips of her fingers despite how carefully she's handled it. And in a move her mother would have scolded her tenfold for--what are you, an animal? Use your fork, Evangeline. Your napkin, Evangeline. I didn't raise a slob-- takes a large careless bite. And swears fireworks dance behind her eyes afterward.

It's delicious.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In which Evangeline has never had fried chicken wings before and Sakura takes it upon herself to enlighten this wayward child. uwu My second attempt at writing in a loooong time! It’s a little funny I managed to write somethin’ of this length about Eva trying a wing for the first time, but eh. Not gonna lie I was hungry when I wrote it so maybe that’s why. o3o
At any rate, some context! This post is largely the reason why I asked ya’ll a few days ago what you thought rich folk didn’t eat. Evangeline’s family is rich and her mother forbade Eva from eating almost anything that was fried or considered “fast food”. As a result, Evangeline’s never had anything from the likes of Mcdonalds, or KFC, or a street food vendor, or hell even cereal. She’s been missing out on quite a few things someone else would consider an everyday thing, shall we say.
This little scene is around the point where she and Sakura have begun to warm up to one another; not that Evangeline was mean or anything but she rarely talked to her roommate outside what was strictly necessary until now. <:
Buuuuut yeah! Some Feathers and Flowers stuff! For those of ya who don’t know about FnF, it’s an original story of mine, of which you can read more about and learn more about the characters from the posts I'll link below. ^.^
But other than that, thank you so much for takin’ a looksie; I hope ya like the result! <:

More from Feathers and Flowers:

Link to more FnF lore:
earthsong9405.tumblr.com/tagge…

Enjoy my art? Consider supporting me and my work by commissioning me or joining my Patreon!

Commission Prices Patreon

Alternatively, you can follow me and find more of my headcanons, artwork, and content on my other social media linked below!

Tumblr Picarto My Youtube Brother's Youtube Twitter

Description

"What'dya mean you've never had a wing before??"
"What? Of course I've had wings before! I've just never had them... w-well--"

"Fried?"

"I... well, yes- stop laughing at me!"

"I'm not! I swear I'm not, I'm just surprised ya never had any is all; next thing ya tell me is you've never had anything fried before, amirite?"

"...."

"..oh. Really?"

"Yes. The cooks have never prepared anything I've had in such a way. I suppose on behalf of my mother; she used to tell me how unseemly they were for the body."

"PSH! What's unseemly, princess, is that you've never tried the holy grail that is food fried up, nice and greasy!"

"And that is precisely why; cholesterol, tons of calories, fattening, very little nutritional value whatsoever. Frankly I'm surprised you eat it at all given your sport."

"Because it's good for you!"

"What? Good for you?"

"Yes, for the soul! I get tryin' ta watch the figure but it ain't gonna kill ya to eat it every now and then. Your mom did ya a crime, keepin' you away from this stuff."

"Hmph. That is debatable."

Sakura snorts and waves a wing at Evangeline's face in a movement similar to waggling a finger scoldingly. "Nupupup! Ain't nothin' debatable when ya don't even know what it tastes like. So here's the million-dollar question: ya wanna try some?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aw c'mon, Evie, I'm not blind. I saw ya eyeing these bad boys the moment I sat down. You tellin' me you ain't even a little curious?"

Evangeline opens her mouth to answer when her stomach does the answering for her. A blush floods her cheeks and she sees a goofy smirk stretch Sakura's mouth, smug and playful. "Sounds ta me the answer's 'yes'."

"Hardly," is Evangeline's flustered answer, hunching her shoulders and turning her head away. Sakura's warm rumbling giggle rolls over her and, even without looking at her, the heiress knows the larger girl's grin has softened into something quieter; never taunting, never judging, nothing but warmth. It's enough to ease the tension she's felt since the beginning of this odd conversation, shoulders lowering from where they've bunch against her ears. She chances a glance out of the corner of her eye and, yes, Sakura's smiling at her with a much lighter grin, eyes darting over her face before pointedly looking at the wing held between them by the bone.

She looks back up to her eyes and her grin quirks crookedly as she says "just one bite, yeah? I won't tell if you won't."

Evangeline turns her head fully to take in the offending food item held before her: it's caked in barbecue and spices and steam is still lightly wafting from it. Looks nothing like the carefully baked, lightly seasoned, awfully expensive chicken entrees she's so used to, looks every bit the part of the "evil" her mother claims they do upon the body, but she can't deny just how good it smells even from where she's standing.

After a beat of hesitation, Evangeline sighs and rolls her eyes as she takes the wing carefully from Sakura's grip, mindful of grabbing at the bone. "You're impossible." She says. Sakura simply waggles her brows at her, pleased, and Evangeline watches as she sucks at the barbecue clinging to her thumb without a care. She wrinkles her nose at the action even as heat tingles at her ears. How uncouth.

The football star laughs around her thumb, "Aw, ya know ya love me!" before she gives her signature sharp grin, all teeth and sunshine.

Evangeline just gives a noncommittal hum. A quick glance tells her that Sakura's fully engrossed on the bucket in her lap, eating with gusto, no napkins or forks in sight. If she's this excited about the wings to forgo the most basic of table etiquette they must be good... right?

The heiress stares warily at the wing in her grip, at the sauce covering the tips of her fingers despite how carefully she's handled it. And in a move her mother would have scolded her tenfold for--what are you, an animal? Use your fork, Evangeline. Your napkin, Evangeline. I didn't raise a slob-- takes a large careless bite. And swears fireworks dance behind her eyes afterward.

It's delicious.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In which Evangeline has never had fried chicken wings before and Sakura takes it upon herself to enlighten this wayward child. uwu My second attempt at writing in a loooong time! It’s a little funny I managed to write somethin’ of this length about Eva trying a wing for the first time, but eh. Not gonna lie I was hungry when I wrote it so maybe that’s why. o3o
At any rate, some context! This post is largely the reason why I asked ya’ll a few days ago what you thought rich folk didn’t eat. Evangeline’s family is rich and her mother forbade Eva from eating almost anything that was fried or considered “fast food”. As a result, Evangeline’s never had anything from the likes of Mcdonalds, or KFC, or a street food vendor, or hell even cereal. She’s been missing out on quite a few things someone else would consider an everyday thing, shall we say.
This little scene is around the point where she and Sakura have begun to warm up to one another; not that Evangeline was mean or anything but she rarely talked to her roommate outside what was strictly necessary until now. <:
Buuuuut yeah! Some Feathers and Flowers stuff! For those of ya who don’t know about FnF, it’s an original story of mine, of which you can read more about and learn more about the characters from the posts I'll link below. ^.^
But other than that, thank you so much for takin’ a looksie; I hope ya like the result! <:

More from Feathers and Flowers:

Link to more FnF lore:
earthsong9405.tumblr.com/tagge…

Enjoy my art? Consider supporting me and my work by commissioning me or joining my Patreon!

Commission Prices Patreon

Alternatively, you can follow me and find more of my headcanons, artwork, and content on my other social media linked below!

Tumblr Picarto My Youtube Brother's Youtube Twitter