"I'm not evil, I'm only trying to save you from your pitiful, inefficient existence!"
"You gave her severe PTSD. Coming back and ruining our lives again is not how you fix people. You get the hell away from my family." Dante bit his upper lip, breaking the skin. He could taste blood, and it spurred him on.
"I'm unseelie, I don't do nice, Bruja." Words hissed at me through tight lips and narrowed eyes. I didn't have to look up from my book to know what expression Vian wore. He was certainly testy this afternoon.
"You made me breakfast." I pointed out calmly, flipping to the next page, despite having not read a single word. I was more prepared to chuck the book at his head than finish reading it.
A length pause stretched between us. I dared a peek through my lashes at the Fae king. He was still standing in he doorway, leaning against the frame. Although his arms were crossed tightly and his knuckles were white taunt beneath them, his expression betrayed his shock. As if he never had thought something so simple would be considered 'nice'.
"That–that doesn't count." He muttered, turning his face back towards the low lit corridor. Was he blushing? After a moment his entire form turned toward the corridor, he was done antagonizing me it seemed.
"It does to me." I murmured softly, low enough for my own ears to strain to hear it, but he froze for a moment, shoulders straightening as the words settled in the air between us.
"Then you don't know what's good for you, Cleo." Vian said with equal softness before vanishing through the door.
I couldn't be sure I heard anything at all.
What is this dagabat? Looks good.
So, I was dragged out before the sun was even out at the cold as hell time of ass ‘o clock in the morning, carrying my guitar as my only now friend talked my ear off. She was way too chipper that early. Just… why. And no, I was not told why it had to be so fucking early until later. Turns out we actually weren’t supposed to be there. Oops.
"Hey, how are–" Sasuke pressed two fingers against her lips, not bothering to avert his eyes off the map.
"Can you fuck off for thirty seconds? Thanks."
What is this dagabat? Looks good.
Why new project that I mentioned in Rudeness. D:
I thought so. You are so motivated. Jealous.
"Whatever goes wrong, I'm responsible for it!" the deity giggled, blowing out puffs of whatever they were smoking, something that smelled like cranberries and cinnamon but, if the smoke got in your mouth, tasted like rotted flesh.
I thought so. You are so motivated. Jealous.
lol. motivated. right. XD More like I-have-to-write-down-these-scenes-or-else-my-head-will-implode
I don’t care what you call it I want a double helping immediately.
“In terms of my species, I’d be considered a dwarf; but at least I’m still taller than you.”
What on earth-
Don't talk!
Oooookay, I'm gonna just sit over here in this corner and wait for you to acknowledge my presence.
What part of don't talk don't you understand?
All of it.
Nothing good ever came from it, and despite the fact, she continued to venture out into the wilderness. Daniel watched as she unknowingly ambled through the Beast's lair, listened as her screams echoed throughout the infested area while it dulled the sounds of her flesh squelching between ragged teeth and talons, smelled the strong iron stench of blood pollute the air, drawing in more beasts to feast on the young human.
"Well, I could help youuuuu…. but why should I?"
"Because you're bored?"
"Okay, I'm sold. When do we start?"
"Fuck you too."
"Yes. Please."
I was a ghost within my own body. Unable to speak, unable to scream, unable to stop as I drove the knife home.
Straight into Vian's heart.
He looked form me to the knife and back, his mouth parting in surprise, but it was his goddamn eyes that rooted even my stolen body to the ground, unable to move away.
Betrayal.
He gasped, blood coughing up from his chest, a hand coming up to grip my hand against the handle of the blade, the other dragging a wicked sharp claw against my jaw as he collapsed to his knees. Blood dripped from the fresh wound on my face, but my body stayed perfectly still, despite my consciousness–my soul– whatever I was in this moment–thrashing about in despair.
"Cleo."
His final word, my name, spoken so softly it could have been a prayer.
My body stepped over him, leaving him there in the dirt.
I was a prisoner.
I was murderer.
I am a ghost.
(Same Cleo as the rp??)
(Ah no. This is my actual cleo. As you can see–I'm horrible at being original with names.)
(Lmao stealing your own names. Idk why I find that so funny)
(10 points to Eris for her oRIgInALitY)
(I can relate)
"So you're telling me, that I have to save the world with a vampire, a depressed comedian, an overconfident speedster, an arrogant bastard, and a ripoff King Arthur?"
"King Arthur was a Knight. I'm more of a Merlin."
Getting hit with a full-size dining table probably wasn't fun, but it's what he deserved.
(I can't breathe ^ XD. I honestly was not expecting that last line)
(I'm glad you found it funny! I almost burst out laughing in front of my family when I thought it up)
(Lol Same. But rarely do others find my nests so amusing.)
"Well, I could help youuuuu…. but why should I?"
"Because you're bored?"
"Okay, I'm sold. When do we start?"
This honestly kind of reminds me of me,
(Lol Same. But rarely do others find my nests so amusing.)
Don't be so harsh. I'm sure some people do!
*jests Whoops.
If I want you're opinion I will ask.
I will probably give it anyways.
SHUT up.
Violent much?
A bit.
Why me?