REDSHCDES / THE KILLING OF A SACRED SEER.
Terezi chuckles, giving a small shrug of her shoulder as lidded eyes ‘gaze’ up at the other.
Did she take him for a ‘nervous’ type? Not entirely, no. He seemed like a very cocky type, absolutely. Might crack under the pressure, for sure. Certainly hiding something – but, weren’t they all ? That observation can be deemed as obvious and not worth even mentioning.
He was certainly an interesting type, much more out going than their Ampora, but certainly still as dorky and funny as him, in Terezi’s opinion.
“Everyone gets nervous at something! Just merely grilling you,” she’d go on and admit with a widening grin in tease.
Ah.
What a timely comment as well.
Because at the mere mention of a Makara did Terezi feel her own nerves grow. Her smile being shot, straining to keep itself afloat as her body tensed and brows furrowed just slightly.
Even if it didn’t happen in this timeline, it happened.
And those memories of her alternate self stayed.
And she knows what could have happened - what did happen.
The ghost pains of it all still haunting her mind and body.
She tries to smother that thought with a pillow.
A small uncomfortable shift in her weight.
A visible perk as he’d continue. She bites at that comment like an eager fish seeing a worm on a hook.
Her smile grows again, leaning forward on her cane toward the other as she looked up at him.
The hangings absolutely can still happen – and technically still do in Scalemate populace.
Best not to mention that, though.
“That so? Dare I ask what you’d assume your charges would be?”
CRONUS CLAMS UP. he trips on his feet, shuffling and stuffing hands into pockets, pulling them up again, and then settles on having them rest on his hips. he tries to offer her a grin, a lilt of a single brow, like a charmer trying to win over a snake.
“ and ruin the wavelength we’re on ? doll, let the past stay in the past, yeah ? ”
if he was like their resident zahhak he would be sweating bullets; when she leans forth he leans back. cronus suddenly misses the pure white of dead eyes — even though she can’t see the action he looks away from her, feeling like she can see through him instead; the mind’s eye is stronger than the visual aspect, after all.
cronus speaks. it wavers on the line of a half - truth.
“ just a bit of teasing, you know. nothing wrong with that. ” he swallows the nervousity that bubbles up in his throat and instead forces himself to move forth, invading terezi’s personal space; the smell of cheap cologne, leather and sea - salt surrounds him like a protective barrier and he hopes that she’ll take it as a domineering sign; back off.
“ but whatever, ” roll of eyes, swallow of spittle — if he pretends hard enough even a white lie can sound like a truth, and he’s awfully good at that, “ s’not like i’m at fault for them not appreciating what i have to say. all, like ... ” he waves a hand in a nonsensical manner, flicking wrist in a perfect circle, “ like whatever i’ve got to say doesn’t even matter. hits a guy right in his ‘pusher. ”
cronus sighs, hard and heavy and with a slight wet sound to it, as if circling air through gills that doesn’t work on land, walks closer and then attempts to sling an arm over terezi’s shoulders — touchy - feely ampora, that’s who he is, always eager to put his hands on what shouldn’t have hands on them. her skin is warm beneath the pads of his fingers. gross, is his first thought.
“ which is why i’m so - ooo happy that we’re talkin’ ‘bout these things, py - babe. connecting ! i already feel like we’re much closer, closer than ‘tula and i, swappin’ hobbies as we are ... like wigglers. ”
he bumps the side of his hip against hers.
cronus’ charges are clear.
