Symbiosis

{ SEMI-HIATUS } Two spirits, one body. A dying boy, an ancient god. An arrangement they both hate, but desperately need. { Indie OC RP } { Sideblog }

[losttoagod]

@ofviolentdeath continued from { x }

She growled at that, snapping her jaws at him but resisting the urge to lunge. The last time she had done that, he had hurt her but she still refused to submit. "Go fuck yourself."

"Play nice, pet. Unless you'd like to go hungry again? I thought you'd learned that lesson, but perhaps not."

[losttoagod]

went to look up an npc post i made for this blog only to discover it's been sitting in my drafts for five years.

[losttoagod]

"...I'm bored."

[losttoagod]

His hand is around their throat, quick and precise. There’s an ease to the action that only comes with the kind of practice he has. And before they can even think to protest, he’s slamming them against the nearest wall, enough to stun an average human.

“What are you doing in my home?”

Technically, not his home– but it’s previous owners are rather… dead.

[losttoagod]

“You know, most murder victims don’t tend to return to their killer.”

[losttoagod]

“Oops.”

The word is insincere at best. It implies something like sorrow or guilt and he feels neither of those things. He probably should given that he’s just stabbed the other.

[strangeperfectionss]

“Next time remind me to start with that,” he jokes with a fond shake of his head. “Probably a fair bet, but it’s not like you really need to worry about that. Not with, like, six ordering apps ready to bring you food at any given moment.”

[losttoagod]

"The real issue is getting the poor delivery person through security. Which like, is doable and also is what large tips are for, but I still feel bad, y'know? But... this meal is a mess, so we're definitely ordering something. What do you want? I think you get to pick since I botched our first attempt."

[losttoagod]

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@heartfullofxfright || headcanon meme (accepting)

v; lost to the kingdom

One of the few things the twins can agree on is that both of them love peanut butter cookies. Andrew loves peanut-based sweets in general (especially brittle), but cookies are both of their favorite.

When they were younger and Andrew was less manipulative, he'd sneak an extra one for Felix, who really wasn't supposed to have sweets, but who definitely wanted them anyway.

[losttoagod]

strangeperfectionss​:

Charlie can’t help but let out a laugh himself at his reaction. He had been trying to be comforting, but it seemed he missed his mark in a pretty hilarious way. “I mean…presentation was also pretty nice?” he says before laughing again at the ridiculousness. “Okay, maybe we do need to order a pizza, but this is definitely a step in the right direction so, progress.”

"Alright, I’ll take that compliment, at least,” he answers, stifling another round of uncontrollable laughter. “Maybe I’m not completely hopeless in the kitchen, but I don’t think I have a future as a chef.”

[losttoagod]

“Some princes don’t become kings.”

[losttoagod]

“I’m fine,” Felix mumbled, trying to wave off the stranger’s concern. He was pretty sure the blood coating him was mostly not his own, though the pain in his abdomen told him that at least some of it was. “I just… It’s okay.” He just needed a moment to reorient himself after Andrew suddenly left him in charge.

[losttoagod]

Andrew is an old god. So old that his name has been lost from human history. But there are still spells out there, passed through family lines, written by immortals unafraid of their power, kept by witches holding tight to traditions. They’re few and far between, but they exist.

When he feels a mortal trying to summon him, he’s surprised for the first time in centuries. And when he senses they’ve made a sacrifice in his honor– a goat? it feels like a goat, though he’s no longer certain what these things feel like– he’s floored. But he’s under no obligation to arrive immediately, so he waits, despite the burning curiosity in him. Can’t have a mortal believing a god to be at their beck and call.

Three days pass before he drops himself into the room they summoned him from. He tries not to laugh when he sees it’s a living room. His eyes land on the only person in the room and for once, there’s something not entirely murderous in them. “I believe you were looking for me?”

[losttoagod]

“Oops.”

The word is insincere at best. It implies something like sorrow or guilt and he feels neither of those things. He probably should given that he’s just stabbed the other.

[losttoagod]

His hand is around their throat, quick and precise. There’s an ease to the action that only comes with the kind of practice he has. And before they can even think to protest, he’s slamming them against the nearest wall, enough to stun an average human.

“What are you doing in my home?”

Technically, not his home– but it’s previous owners are rather… dead.

[losttoagod]

strangeperfectionss​:

“You’re allowed to be dramatic, sure, but I’m allowed to call you out for being too dramatic if you cross the line. And it’s definitely not the worst thing anyone has ever cooked. It’s edible, which means you’ve already got some people beat.”

The laughter in response to that builds slowly, a slight giggle that evolves into shaking laughter before he’s wiping tears out of his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just... C’mon, dude. Edible is such a low bar for success. Please don’t keep eating it if that’s the only nice thing you can say. We can like... order a pizza or something.”

[losttoagod]

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[strangeperfectionss]

@babyitsmagic​ liked for a starter!

“It doesn’t have to be that doom and gloom all the time, does it? There’s no way it’s that serious.”

[losttoagod]

“I mean, it’s never... well, it’s rarely that serious, but I’m allowed to be dramatic every now and then aren’t I? And I think this is probably the worst thing anyone has ever cooked in the history of ever and you’re just being very kind out of pity for me and my terrible skills.”