The Mark of Cain

If anyone kills Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the Lord put a mark on Cain, lest any who found him should attack him. Cain Blood from Banana Fish Sideblog to Bastardantichrist

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kinda sad today. Doing drafts

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Cain couldn’t stop it, he laughed hard. “I can’t, I can’t keep it up, you’re ridiculous…”

Sing squatted, crossing his arms over the other as he made victory symbols. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“Ridiculous.” Cain pointed out, grinning at him. “And no more alcohol for you, its gonna go to your head in the worst way real fast.”

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 ASH looked around him – eyes staring intently, watching and waiting for him to make a decision. Or rather, to give in their own. It wasn’t the first time Ash was invited to such an event – the Wongs had tried many times, but it never felt like it was Ash’s place to intrude or stay. 

He placed one hand on one of the chairs in the dinning table, but before he could pull it out he looked at the Morrisons again and quietly asked. “ Are you sure ? Are you sure sure ? Because I can just leave the red wine and leave you guys be if you’re not. “ 

“We want you to stay.” Charity said firmly. “Please Ash, share this holiday with us?” She reached out carefully, slowly so he could move away if he didn’t want it, and touched his shoulder gently.

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Sing’s eyebrows went up as he blinked. So Cain talked about him enough for Carver to even remember what his weapon was called. That was pretty endearing, actually. 

“It’s not really polite to pull knives at someone else’s house.” He laughed, turning away finally to start getting himself a plate of food. “Maybe if your brother thinks its okay, I can show you somewhere that isn’t packed with your family.”

“Cool!” Carver grinned and went to go hang out with the younger cousins. “Thanks Sing! Can’t wait!” He waved to him. Cain shook his head at his brother. “He’s eager, and he thinks its all fights and glory. Nevermind I tell him its dangerous, and people die.”

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“I’d probably still be doing this, even if I wasn’t in Ash’s gang. I know I’m pretty much only a member in name because I asked for it. Ash wants me to get through school and stuff too so he’ll probably try and kick me out when I’m through with High School.”

“Skip, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Cain insisted gently. “You should get through school, you’re incredibly smart you know?”

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what shape does your pain take?

You hide your pain behind a mask,. Maybe you feel you can't be helped, maybe you think no one cares, maybe you don't want to hurt anyone else with it, you're afraid of being judged, or maybe there's another reason. But whatever the reason, you fake a smile and try to function normally even though you're one step away from falling apart. Secretly, you wish someone would notice it's a mask, ask you if you're really okay, see right through and make it be okay somehow. You're hurt and a little angry that no one's noticed yet, but you'll never admit it. White lies, not that bad... Are they?

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tagging: all of my banana fishers

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“Hey I’m morally decent!” Cain insisted, laughing. “At least, usually. But we’re gang leaders, are we really supposed to be morally decent?”

“Absolutely upright. I got morals for days.”

Cain couldn’t stop it, he laughed hard. “I can’t, I can’t keep it up, you’re ridiculous...”

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This or That

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coffee or tea early bird or night owl chocolate or vanilla spring or fall silver or gold pop or alternative freckles or dimples snakes or sharks mountains or fields thunderstorm or lightning egyptian or greek mythology ivory or scarlet flute or lyre opal or diamond butterflies or honeybees macaroons or eclairs typewritten or handwritten secret garden or secret library rooftop or balcony spicy or mild opera or ballet London or Paris Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet denim or leather potions or spells ocean or desert mermaids or sirens masquerade ball or cocktail party

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“Uh huh.” Cain pulled his shirt on, then looked at Sing. “Better?”

“At least you’re decent in clothing, if not morally.” Sing scoffed.

“Hey I’m morally decent!” Cain insisted, laughing. “At least, usually. But we’re gang leaders, are we really supposed to be morally decent?”

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The most important gifset I’ve ever made

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Cain nodded, a little more relieved. If anything happened to Skip on his watch, he’d be devastated. “Thank you, I worry about you Skip, y’know? You’re too young to be in a gang.”

“You don’t have to worry. Ash is pretty responsible and strong, you know, and it’s not like I’m out there fighting and stuff.” Skip assured him, shoving his hands in his pocket as he nodded in the direction they needed to go.

“I know kid, but I still worry about you.” Cain pointed out. “You could still do something else with your life before you get too caught up in this.” He knew it sounded hypocritical because he was the leader of a gang. But he was pretty set in his ways.

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“Really, man, it isn’t exciting. I’m my older brother’s boss and my boss used to be my cousin that helped raise me. It isn’t really something you want to be a family venture. Let your big brother be the hoodrat so you can go do something real with your life.” Sing laughed, reaching out to pat Carver’s shoulder in a friendly manner.

Carver made a face. “That’s what he says, in a less nice way because he’s my shithead brother.” He grinned at Sing. “But he said you have a super cool weapon called a dragon fang, can I see it?” “Carver leave him alone...!” Cain sighed, taking a bite of the greens.

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WITHOUT thinking twice, Ash Lynx took a sip from his hot chocolate. Never mind the burn on his tongue – never mind how it hot it felt on his throat. Charity Morrison asked it off him – a mother’s order. He could never question that, and Ash wasn’t even going to try.

“I just thought, you know…” the lynx said, vaguely gesturing to the whole place around – to the food, to the decorations, to the family that was not his all around. “ it’s a family thing and I didn’t want to impose myself where I shouldn’t be….” 

“Child, I wouldn’t have asked Obadiah to invite you if I didn’t mean for you to be here as part of the family.” Charity pointed out, keeping her voice at a normal level, but still managing that motherly tone of disapproval. “Your house is always open to us. Territory or not.” She looked at Cain, who raised his eyebrows.

“Ma I ain’t got no beef with Ash and his people. I mean we don’t want them swaggerin’ in and takin’ up space, but as long as he lets us know, and he has safe conduct. He’s a good guy, and trustworthy.” Which is more than he could say for Arthur. “Ash you’re always welcome here you know that, or you should.”

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Sing: What's the phobia of chainsaws called?

Cain: Common sense.

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“You are a little bit.” He reached for a clean shirt to put on, grinning.

“Am not!” He denied fiercely.

“Uh huh.” Cain pulled his shirt on, then looked at Sing. “Better?”

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“Shit we need Shorter back, he knew how to keep Chinatown quiet. He was a good guy, I wish I’d known him better.”

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“All this trouble for this kid? I don’t see it...but he seems like a nice kid. Not suited for this life at all.”