Licorice Pipe の小説・ストーリー

Red bodies painted like marble, bound and writhing and moaning as shadows watched. I had never seen so much skin in one place. Leather. Chains. Straps and spreaders and masks. Someone screamed in pleasure from the corner. I smelled sweat, perfume, rubber, and something bitter and sharp underneath it all. A haze floated in the air. Thick, sweet smoke curling around every lightbulb like it had a mind of its own. People passed a long pipe between them—clear, with black veins twisting through it like ivy. I didn’t ask what was inside. Didn’t want to know. But the smoke clung to my throat like syrup. My head buzzed.

he answers. I bob my head since he seems genuine with his responses so far. I then detach my arms from my legs so I can lean my back against the uncomfortable hard chair. Without taking my sight away from him, I cross my legs, motions for my men to bring me my gold pipe. Once my pipe is in my mouth and it’s lit up, I swill its smoke like a good old champagne, hold it in my chest for a few seconds, before puffing it out of my nose. Its pungent tobacco odor professes more calmness in me. After several more sucking down and puffing out the smoke, I withdraw my pipe out of my mouth, then offer it to Sebastian. He’s taken aback by it, but he takes it without questioning me.

Carol pleads, and I just nod still not able to form words yet. I dig through the food items until I find a box of expensive chocolates. I tear them open and put one straight into my mouth, I don’t even stop to check what the flavour it is – I just need the sugar. It’s coffee liqueur and dark chocolate and I know it’s a little early for the small hit of alcohol, but it’s just what I need to bring some sense back.

Incase they were curious, they could just request to be business partners with me instead of endangering their lives. It wasn't as though I cared about them or their senseless messages, they were obscenity punks. Though it wouldn't be easy because I don't accept senseless people as my business partners, so I wouldn't accept them either. Uncrossing my legs, I placed my left leg on the soft seat of the sofa and rested my hand on it, using it as support for my head. I raised the pipe to my lips, drawing in a deep breath of smoke. As I removed the pipe from my lips, I swirled it between my fingers, observing the smoke as it slowly escaped.

After a meal of roast chicken and mashed potatoes, Oren, Cain, and Loril sat by the fire, which Cain made for atmosphere rather than for warmth, and Oren took out his long stemmed, Church Warden, smoking pipe. Cain produced his English Billiard, a much shorter, straight stemmed, smoking pipe with a large bowl. “You still smoking those long pipes? There are much easier pipes to smoke nowadays, that clay pipe looks like it came from the middle ages.” Oren looked at his Church Warden, “I believe it is from the middle ages.” He lit it. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” “Mmm, I have always loved the smell of pipe tobacco.” Loril said. “Is that smell cherry and Vanilla?”

She looked at them lovingly and said with a grin, "They're really heavy! They're much bigger than the bracelet you're wearing, Ruby." Ruby seethed and rolled her eyes at her sister's blatant boasting. "Yeah, yeah. You're so lucky to have such a wonderful son-in-law. People are showering you with gifts." The attendants had placed a large box in front of Howard. When he opened it, he saw a beautifully carved sepiolite pipe, a gold-plated lighter, and a bag of the highest-grade tobacco. There were even a few rare tools that made his eyes light up. The pipe was as white as marble and carved into the shape of a lifelike Medusa. It even had an agate rim lined with pure gold. So this was what a tho

If he was here, he’d never let me do this, and there was something warming about that. I put the pipe back to my lips and tried to follow his instructions. It was sweet and a little smoky. The bitterness wasn’t there. “Hold it for a bit then breathe it out.” An almost dizzyingly relaxing feeling came over me as I watched the smoke escape through my lips and rush away in the wind. “How was that?” “Chocolate?” I asked. He laughed. “Something close to it at least. Chocolate in the way that you understand it, doesn’t exist in Lunae.”

Bernice stuck her tongue out at him in a 'meh' expression, then walked around Jordan and pulled out the pipe from his back pocket. She stuck the pipe in her mouth and was about to light a match stick above it when Rojan snatched it out of her mouth.

“But one could only hope. To the best night of our lives!” The four cheer, each opening their bottles and pouring the liquid down their throats. And the next three they would each drink. “Oh, my god- look at all these snacks!” Leona gasps, leaning forward to grab a piece of licorice. “This is so good-“ she comments through a bite, a groan as she falls back in her seat. The three around her laugh, each reaching for a piece of the treat. “It is really good,” Liviana agrees, a moan as she munches on the delicious stick of red. “I haven’t had licorice in so long.”

He stood tall and untouchable and terrifyingly calm. Silver peppered at his temples as if he'd been drawn in with a blade. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave, and his jaw was locked in a square line with a shadow of stubble crawling up the side of his jaw like ivy. An emerald pipe hung lazily from the corner of his mouth, the smoke curling along the edges of his cheekbone as he exhaled. The scent wasn’t sweet like Dominic’s cigarettes. This was aged, bitter. Masculine like old-wood tobacco soaked in spice that Dom had told me the Dons smoked. The man who had held me earlier was still moving. He’d rolled slightly to one side. I heard him groan again, lowly and pained that I cou