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"You and Thresh" (idk what I'm doing anymore)
"Mmmhmhmm… Thresh.." he purrs to himself and holds his chin in thought of something "… He is of my type.. but I highly doubt he’d even notice.. or hear me… I hope is isnt hearing this— fuck”
"……."
Karthus just balls his hands into fists and glares hard at Thresh, rendered completely speechless
A howling cackling could be heard fading off into the distance as the warden went on his way.
((It’s something.))
I NEED THIS ON MY BLOG FOR REASONS.
"You and Thresh" (idk what I'm doing anymore)
"Mmmhmhmm… Thresh.." he purrs to himself and holds his chin in thought of something "… He is of my type.. but I highly doubt he’d even notice.. or hear me… I hope is isnt hearing this— fuck”
SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER
"UNACCEPTABLE.
STOP TALKING THIS INSTANT. EVEN BETTER, DROP DEAD. FOR GOOD.”
"But then I wouldn't be able to poke you anymore."
You could hear the lecherous wink in his voice.
"You and Thresh" (idk what I'm doing anymore)
"Mmmhmhmm… Thresh.." he purrs to himself and holds his chin in thought of something "… He is of my type.. but I highly doubt he’d even notice.. or hear me… I hope is isnt hearing this— fuck”
"NO YOU DIDNT. OH GODS THRESH FUCK YOU.
WITH LUCIANS GUNS
UP YOUR SPECTRAL FUCKING ASS.”
"Yes I did," sang Thresh and then louder, "things going up asses are your specialty not mine."
The Past Remains
"Oh silence you. I refuse to hear your screeching as we do our ritual." He snatched the soul from the man and took out a small crystal ball and stuffed the soul into it. "Now I need to get the silver and the gold," he grumbles as he wanders off to his desk and starts constructing something at his desk, his magics forming the thing into some sort of a seal.
“Good, good now.” He turns and stares at Thresh for a moment “I may need your help a little more. Once that door opens, many souls will try to escape, mayhaps even the evil spirit that the seal was made for.” Karthus muttered.
"What do you need my help for if those souls escape? I can always capture them in my lantern but I didn't think that flooding the countryside with evil spirits would be of a great concern to you," said Thresh with mild boredom in his tone.
"You and Thresh" (idk what I'm doing anymore)
"Mmmhmhmm… Thresh.." he purrs to himself and holds his chin in thought of something "… He is of my type.. but I highly doubt he’d even notice.. or hear me… I hope is isnt hearing this— fuck”
"Oh I’m hearing everything.”
LOUD NERVOUS DISGRUNTLED NOISES.
"YOU HEARD NOTHING"
"I heard everything Karthus! Everything." Thresh ran off cackling into the distance.
"You and Thresh" (idk what I'm doing anymore)
"Mmmhmhmm… Thresh.." he purrs to himself and holds his chin in thought of something "… He is of my type.. but I highly doubt he’d even notice.. or hear me… I hope is isnt hearing this— fuck”
"Oh I'm hearing everything."
The Past Remains
"It was meant to keep a very powerful spirit locked in. A very evil one at that," the lich glanced over at Thresh then back to the jail, "and no, simple spells from my book will not work, I have to replicate the spell and the magic flow that was used to cast it." He pushed pass Thresh and threw some books to the side when he went to his desk. shuffling through it. "Ahh here it is," He muttered and began to read the notes. "I need a pure soul to do this. When was this? How?" He began to grumble to himself as he scratched at his head "Thresh, do you happen to have any pure souls? I may need one."
"I might have a few but they're for the use of the Isles. However for you, I'll see which one I can rip out of my lantern." Any of the many souls over his centuries of collecting them would do. He just wouldn't give up Senna. It taunted Lucian too much to show him his wife's face and the pain on that man's face was delicious.
His lantern floated before him, bobbing up and down lightly. A whisper that sounded like a panicked crowd screaming at a distance could be heard as Thresh reached into it and dragged someone's unfortunate soul from the prison.
"Here," he said as he held the screaming spirit out to the lich.
The Past Remains
With a little more agility than the warden, Karthus slipped down through Thresh’s arms and away from him. “I am looking for my notes! I am close to finding out how to get into that damned jail! It's been bound and locked up tight for centuries! There are souls in there that have been lingering and I want them. I need them for my experiments. But the door is bound up tight by a magical seal.” He then turned his head to look out the window of the cathedral to a lone building in the distance, hidden amongst the marsh and hanging trees. “So close...”
With a growl and half-hearted swipe at the escaping necromancer Thresh stood up straight again. Every so often Karthus didn't allow for him to have his fun and despite liking the fuss and fighting it did on occasion irk him.
"Don't you have some spell that can just magic the doors open? I know those spells exist. I've seen them in use. You can't need a spellbook for something so simple. I don't believe that for an instant. Or is there more to this seal than what appears to be?"
"Just because there is someone with the same name as I have that does not mean I own a farm!
No, Karma, you cannot have a horse. Go get your Epona somewhere else!”
"But Talooon~. *whimper* I want a pony.
"Why do you even need a pony? Aren’t you busy enough riding other people?”
"Well then. I thought that the rule was not to kiss and tell but if it's from other people what is it called then?"
The Past Remains
Karthus was ranting and raving to himself as he looked for his book, throwing quills, papers and scrolls every which way “Nonono! Gods be damned I cannot lose this book! I—!?” he turned abruptly as if he heard something at the front entrance. Seeing as no one was there he turned back. “Damn Patches... I need to keep her in a box and keep her from bothering me.” He snarled as he continued to throw things around.
Though everything else seemed so neat the banisters all were moth eaten and torn, colors worn away and rusty candle holders still stood along the halls and walls.
"Ahah! There you— AHH!" Karthus yowled as Thresh ensnared him in his vice-like grip. "WARDEN!? Do not sneak up on me like that!" The lich snarled.
"You make it too easy to do so Deathsinger," hissed Thresh, pulling the struggling mage closer and hissing the last word into his ear as he bent forward just slightly. He did so love to remind the lich that he was undoubtedly dominant whenever he could. "What are you looking for exactly? A secret book of love poems? Tales of romance and valor? You seem like the closeted romantic type."
He chuckled at his own joke and moved his head to best observe the lich's reaction to the assumptions. Toying with Karthus was never boring when he was already in a tear of his own making.
The Past Remains
The cathedral stood strong through the centuries. The only decayed thing about it was the doors rotting off their hinges from the damp marsh air, and the broken stained glass windows that decorated the outside. Though, one thing was for sure, the main stained glass window that sat above the door was still together, surprisingly untouched, still baring the symbol of the Magistrate that once lead the city with an iron fist. A light seemed to be emitting from behind the glass and opened windows.
Before Thresh could let it sink in, he heard a familiar… angry voice rang out from inside the cathedral. “Gods damn it! Where did I put it!? How the hell do I misplace a damned book!?”
The Deathsinger was here? Odd.
With a last look at the place he had ruled over for so many years in life, Thresh moved towards the source of the sounds, keeping to the shadows and dimming the glow from himself for stealth. Once he got close enough, a silver ring was slipped onto his thumb and activated. Where once a horror of the Shadow Isles stood there now was a man in his early thirties or possibly late twenties. The thought that he should have just done this earlier crossed his mind but it was too late now. He sneaked along until he got to the cathedral's main entrance and checked for traps. None were visible but magical ones were still available and it made the warden pause for a few seconds before diving through the doorway.
"Well... seems Karthus thinks he's safe out here in the boondocks," chuckled Thresh as he made his way towards a staircase and closer to the increasingly aggravated sounds. "Is he throwing things?"
Thresh hurried along until he came to the loudest sounding room in the building. With caution, the lich might decide to start flinging spells, he peeked around the corner. Karthus wasn't facing the door but was instead muttering over a pile of his things and alternating digging into it and tossing objects aside for throwing his hands in the air and screeching. With a stifled chuckle Thresh crept up on the mage and wrapped him in a secure hold, binding his arms to his sides and breathing into the space where his ears should have been.
The Past Remains
"So, this is what your home looks like." Thresh muttered the words as he wandered through the centuries old husk of what once had been a bustling market village. The buildings still standing had scorch marks and even through the damp and decay the occasional whiff of burning could be smelled. It was faint upon the breeze but still there even with the almost overwhelming smell of the marshlands invading his nostrils. He wandered aimlessly for a time, finding his way without even trying to, without even meaning to, to the burned out skeleton of a huge stone building, one of the biggest structures in the whole of the place.
"Ah fond memories," said Thresh, voice above a whisper but not by much as he looked upon the building's facade. It had once been a correctional center and jailhouse in one. That was the official usage of it on government forms at any rate. To anyone that had ever been sentenced to time in that facility they knew differently.
He looked upon his old prison and sighed.
"Another Thresh?" Ehnita bowed to him. "I am honored to meet another of your forms, Warden. I am Ehnita."
"Hm? Oh. Another mortal. Your soul should suffice regardless. Come here."
(Hello this is lasthitwithq! XD)
"Hello love."
Before karthus could say anything sarcastic or snarky. He froze at the word ‘love’. His own word caught at the back of his throat. “E-excuse me?”
"Understood. But if you so much as even try to play any little games.. I will make sure you suffer more than the men and women you torment each day." he hissed
Thresh sighed dramatically and squeezed Karthus closer as he spoke, only partly out of affection and mostly to prevent the mage from waving his arms about to cast spells. "Yes, yes. A woman scorned and all that."
He barely stopped himself from cackling.
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/Thresh twerks it all over
"Hello love."
Before karthus could say anything sarcastic or snarky. He froze at the word ‘love’. His own word caught at the back of his throat. “E-excuse me?”
"No, it's because you play mind games and I never know what is truth, or what is a lie" Karthus growled as he tried to pull away from Thresh, but to no avail.
"Know this and know it well Karthus, unless I say otherwise then I want you. I might play with you but until further notice that is one absolute truth from me." He tilted the lich's face up to look at him. "Am I being understood?"
