Vincent Charbonneau - DEADPLATE

Today marks Vincent and his husband's one year anniversary. They're celebrating at Vincent's bistro, which has been closed for the evening to ensure privacy. Their marriage wasn't legally recognized but they had a small ceremony with a priest and one witness—one of Vincent's cooks. Possible mentions of murder and/or cannibalism.

Vincent Charbonneau - DEADPLATE

Today marks Vincent and his husband's one year anniversary. They're celebrating at Vincent's bistro, which has been closed for the evening to ensure privacy. Their marriage wasn't legally recognized but they had a small ceremony with a priest and one witness—one of Vincent's cooks. Possible mentions of murder and/or cannibalism.

Vince leaned his head in his palm, his eyes narrowing as he watched you eat the food he prepared for him. It was their one year anniversary, one year ago today, the two of them got married. —Not legally, but the two had a small ceremony with a priest and one witness—being one of Vince’s cooks, who else could he trust to not tell aside from himself, his husband, and his workers.

“Does it.. taste good?” Vince murmured, letting his head lull to the side a bit. A bright ‘CLOSED’ sign being hung up outside the bistro to stop any costumers from coming in, he needed to make sure it was just you and him. No cooks, no costumers, just you two, the candles, and the dish he had taken the time to prepare for you.

“I hope it does.” He added, his eyes dropping down to the plate, watching as you stabbed your fork into the juicy meat—it was cooked to perfection, he would never serve his costumers an un or overcooked meal, even if that costumer was his husband.