[right][h2][color=8493ca]Damien's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@silver21][/right]

[color=808080]The smell is there before the cup is. Dark-roasted, bitter at the edges, the burnt-sugar note of something brewed strong and left to sit just long enough. It wafts through the bar's green air, settling in among the lavender and the sage.

If Damien looks, the cup is waiting. Clay, unglazed. What's inside is black all the way down, no milk, steam rising in a thin line that vanishes before it gets far.

The moth has turned away, hands moving quietly behind the counter.[/color]

[center][color=808080]━━━━━━ ◈ ━━━━━━[/color][/center]

[right][h2][color=7ece73]Vicis' Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080]The plate arrives. Two cuts of meat in a shallow pool of cream gone dark with cracked pepper, pale and glistening, the sear on them barely there. Underneath, the flesh is soft enough to tremble when the plate settles, heat rising off it rich with browned butter and something almost sweet.

[i]"Cherub cheeks,"[/i] the entity announces. Cheerful and proud. [i]"I'll bring the déjà vu once you're ready for dessert."[/i]

Golden light brightens for a moment. A smile, or the nearest thing to one.

[i]"Enjoy."[/i]

They drift away, leaving room for a baphomet and a wyrm to get better acquainted.[/color]