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pallidpropagator:

scarificationtableau:

Yes, the place WAS a mess. But that really didn’t matter as much. You couldn’t clean it up later. Yes, YOU could. It was alright and natural for your own hive to be a damn mess, but you knew Vejove didn’t keep his that way, and you don’t expect him to clean it himself. 

God, shitty must not even begin to cover how he feels right now. You rub a thumb on the back of his hand, watching him closely. “… Tell me about it?” You scoot a little closer, dipping your head down to catch his eyes. “I’m all ears.”

Normally you’d shove anyone away, but… well, this feels good right now. She’s very warm. You duck your head down further though, letting your hair fall into your eyes. What was it you were so goddamn concerned about? Trolls feeling sorry for you…? Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. You shake your head.

“No, I… I can’t, none of it matters but… ruins everything anyway.” Fucked up your first quadrant with all your stupid problems. Probably on your way to ruining your current quadrant with your stupid problems. It only makes sense that your pathetic, pitiful little problems would drive her off too.

Why he tried to avoid your gaze you practically lean over his lap to get him to look at you. “Hey, hey, don’t get like that. Your problems are important, alright?” Your eyebrows knit together. “I really want to know what happened.”

He needed someone right now. And nobody else was taking care of him, you could tell (which made you a bit angry, to be honest). 

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pallidpropagator:

scarificationtableau:

“I just got back from a trip. I wanted to come see you.” You certainly didn’t expect this, though. “Now I really regret leaving.” A lot.

You give him a tap on the shoulder. “Let’s go sit down, okay?” You nod and don’t wait for him to answer, ushering him is the direction he came from with a tight hand around his. It was obvious he was too far gone, anyways. You need to sit him down and sober him up. Find out what happened, and definitely who was responsible.

You try to get him to sit down when you come to the couch. You definitely didn’t let go of his hand as soon as he did, either. You were gonna clutch to him unless he had a real big issue with it.

Huh. Someone actually wanted to see you? Aside from your kismesis? That’s a surprise. You open your mouth to say as such, but she’s guiding you back into the livingblock before you can do so. Oh well.

“Sorry… it’s a mess.” You say as you drop to the sofa. You mean the livingblock, but… well. You start to laugh again, lowering your head. “Everything’s a mess. Everything’s a huge fucking mess.” Ugh, there go those feelings again, trying to push through the haze, You bite down on your lip.

Tch. Some fucking greeting you’re giving her.

Yes, the place WAS a mess. But that really didn’t matter as much. You couldn’t clean it up later. Yes, YOU could. It was alright and natural for your own hive to be a damn mess, but you knew Vejove didn’t keep his that way, and you don’t expect him to clean it himself. 

God, shitty must not even begin to cover how he feels right now. You rub a thumb on the back of his hand, watching him closely. “… Tell me about it?” You scoot a little closer, dipping your head down to catch his eyes. “I’m all ears.”

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pallidpropagator:

Shit. You should really be ashamed, but right now you’re drunk enough that none of it really seems to matter that much. It’s a nice feeling. You drop your hand as she reaches up to brush your hair out of your face.


It’s been awhile. Kind of sad that you couldn’t recognize her voice, or even her name for a moment there. You grin finally, widely. That alone’s probably enough to let her know you’re plastered.

“Hmn…? N…o?” You pause to think a moment, then shake your head. “… naw… not now… sometimes it… haha, sometimes it feels like it’s still there?” You shrug one shoulder—the one with an arm still attached to it, haha. “What? What are you doing here?”

"I just got back from a trip. I wanted to come see you." You certainly didn’t expect this, though. "Now I really regret leaving." A lot.

You give him a tap on the shoulder. “Let’s go sit down, okay?” You nod and don’t wait for him to answer, ushering him is the direction he came from with a tight hand around his. It was obvious he was too far gone, anyways. You need to sit him down and sober him up. Find out what happened, and definitely who was responsible.

You try to get him to sit down when you come to the couch. You definitely didn’t let go of his hand as soon as he did, either. You were gonna clutch to him unless he had a real big issue with it.

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pallidpropagator:

You wonder if Delsul or even Hadean’s sent one of their little friends to talk some sense into you. Hell, maybe Notaus would even stoop so low. You’ll just have to put your foot down. Or your mace into her thinkpan. Yeah, that sounded about right.

‘Sorthelle’? Your eyes narrow and you mouth the name to yourself over and over.

Wait. You see her face, eyes round in surprise, and you think you’ve finally got it. You drop the weapon and lean against the wall, lifting your hand up to cover your face. Slowly you begin to laugh, but it’s a humorless sound.

“… pfft… sorryyyy. Didn’t know… thought it was… I dunno what.”

You watch the weapon fall to the floor, utterly dumbfounded. Woah. What?

Who was this guy? IT was Vejove, right? Man, his hair was a real mess. More than usual, atleast. And something was off… Something… big. Oh no. What? WHAT?

You approach him swiftly. Probably too fast, you would have thought any other time, but holy HELL. He was missing his fucking ARM. HIS WHOLE ARM. Obviously too much shit happened while you were away. “Shit, Vejove.”

"Shit."

You bite your lip, almost reaching to brush the hair from his face. How do you even react at this point? You do it. You bring yourself to brush his hair away, your heart sinking at the sight. What? Those scars. And he looked so damn tired. You pull your shaking hand away, shaking your head and cursing under your breath.

"Are you in pain at all?" You finally bring yourself to utter the words.

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pallidpropagator:

scarificationtableau:

“Hey, Vejoooove! Hey. It’s me, Sorthelle!”

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Huh.

Your arm finally stopped hurting. Which is nice, considering it hasn’t actually been there for a few weeks now. The alcohol helps. A lot. You’re sure that Hadean and Delsul would have something to say about this, but you really don’t care to hear it. So you’ve blocked practically everyone on Trollian just to keep their fucking opinions out of your face.

There’s a sound.

Not that that’s a surprise. You hear lots of things lately. This is just an annoying knocking, so you simply close your eyes and take another drink. Yes, good. You’re content to just lie on your sofa, wallowing, but then you hear someone calling your name.

For a moment you expect that it’s Notaus coming by to get his face smashed in. You still feel guilty about it, but you can’t afford to go easy on him. You’ll just end up losing another fucking quadrant that way. But this is a female voice, and you… aren’t on a first-name basis with any females? You narrow your eyes. You can’t remember. You’re having that problem a lot, lately. You lean down to snatch up your morningstar from the floor beside the sofa, and drag yourself to your feet. It’s still caked in dried blue, violet, and green blood. Whoops. Can’t bring yourself to care.

Surprise.

You look horrible, and you know it. Hair’s a tangled mess, you can’t even bother to put on a shirt, and… your fucking face is just… ugh. You’re not on your way to a date or anything though—you’re probably going to murder an intruder. There. That sounds really good. Your lips curve in a grim smile, and you start stalking down the hall and toward the entryway.

“Who’s there?”

Who’s there?

The features on your face visibly change, not that it matters too much. It’s a bit dim in here. What’s up with that, anyways? You saw his garden, and it was beautiful and bright. Not too mention that there was a smell that you recognize; alcohol. Probably Delsul. They were in a black thing before, right?

It’s been awhile. You were away again. You’d have to apologize to your friend for that as soon as you found him. 

"It’s Sorthelle! Where are you?" 

You peek your head around the corner, seeing the shambling figure. What in the..?

"Vejove, what on Alternia.. What’s with the weapon?" 

There goes that relieved look. Right out the window. He doesn’t look good at ALL. You know that gape. It’s not Delsul who’s been drinking after all. You take a step back from the corner, heart fluttering in fear.

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"Hey, Vejoooove! Hey. It’s me, Sorthelle!"

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===> Meet an old acquaintance

plantingspades:

‘You should smile more often.’ You aren’t really sure that you can, there always seems to be a stormcloud of some sort over your head. It doesn’t really help that you are constantly aware that absolutely anyone could turn on you at a moment’s notice. She’s no exception, and while you desperately want to just talk and have a good time you’re still half expecting this to end just as badly as the last friendship you’d made an attempt to build.


Maybe you’re just paranoid.

But you nod a little, starting through the rows of flowers and gesturing for Sorthelle to follow. “I’m not entirely sure what will grow in your climate. Not only that, but even variables in the soil can affect a plant’s growth, you know?” You glance down at her. “But I can send something back with you, potted, and we can see how it goes from there.”

You stop in front of a row of particularly vividly coloured flowers, their individual blossoms small but bunched together in large round shapes. “These have been growing here since I started.” You say, looking down at the plants and then over at the girl again. “It doesn’t get as cold here as it does where you live, I assume, but the ground does freeze. I haven’t had to plant these for sweeps, when I replant the garden in the spring they’re already alive and preparing to bloom. So I think that this would be the best place to start finding something for you to grow, don’t you think?”

Wow, these were so… so…

"Amazing."

That’s the only word you can find to fit with just how AMAZING this was. It wasn’t the rose you had lost, but these flowers were so beautiful, too. For a moment or two you are absolutely speechless as it sinks in. After all, this was kind of a big, huge deal right here. Like, huge beyond huge. HUMONGOUS. 

"I’d, uh… WOAH." You bite your lip to stop any strings of incoherent babble from escaping. You just cannot CAN. You have lost the ability to do such a thing. This was just so amazingly cool, and it was coming from your friend, and that was even cooler.  Imagine having flowers at a place like yours. You’d have to tidy up the place. And definitely fix that…

"Oh no…" You groan. How could you forget? Your house was in no shape for anything to live it without ten layers of blankets right now. It was turning to the coldest part of the year, and you had a busted window. They wouldn’t last a week.

plantingspades:

also~ having boobs is like, totally wonderful omg~ <3
I like totally love my life right now ehehe~

omgomgomgomg

you have boobs//, too//?./

<: 

that

is

so

COO\

Hey Sorthelle, let’s play a game.

lunaroriginalis:

scarificationtableau:

you know what//?

fuck this

fuck you

fuck your \usus

fuck your hive

maybe i/\just go drop scront\uff off with someone and then come break something e\se of yours

\ike your fucking ARM//.

Heh. YoƱr lƱsƱs is so pathetic that yoƱ need someone to watch it when yoƱ go somewhere.

Soooo pathetic.

And yoƱ can try bitch, bƱt yoƱ’ll fail.

FUCKING DAMMIT

just wait

just

FUCKING wait

Hey Sorthelle, let’s play a game.

lunaroriginalis:

scarificationtableau:

lunaroriginalis:

scarificationtableau:

smarter than your \usus

assho\e

Yeah right. YoƱ jƱst say that becaƱse yoƱ’re angry that yoƱ coƱldn’t lƱsƱsnap him.

BecaƱse my lƱsƱs isn’t pathetic like yoƱr’s.

\et/s not even go there

\et/s

not

EVEN

go

there

Oh, I went there. I went there, took pictƱres and came back.

you know what//?

fuck this

fuck you

fuck your \usus

fuck your hive

maybe i/\just go drop scront\uff off with someone and then come break something e\se of yours

\ike your fucking ARM//.