Intergalactic Criminal

Yeah, that's a mighty big title. But it suits someone like me, y'know? Xephyr, at your (respective) service. A pleasure, I'm sure. Roleplay Blog for one Xaffreon Relkor! M!A: Not a Wink (Can't sleep for 3 days), Button Eyes (Altinak Vox has a Voodoo Doll of Xaff), and Worst Fears (Is being haunted by worst fears for a day). 

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Castle in the sky --- wormwood Terran

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PSA

{PLEASE LIKE THIS IF YOU READ

Hey, guys, I don’t know how many people will actually get around to seeing this, but I will be returning soon. 

But I will drop (almost) all my current threads. Mainly because Xaffreon is being an asshole not only to his partners, but to me as well. The few threads I can return to with my current muse capacity are from varying people. I can continue the current thread with me and @billchaoscipher between Wormwood and Bill (if they want), I can continue with @gaydrunkscientist with Xaff and Wilson (IF THEY EVER REPLY), @toastedfrosting‘s thread with human Xaff and Emery (if they don’t hate me).

I will also answer all asks in my inbox.

I’m going to make another starter call, as well. I hope it has some luck lmao.

I am really sorry about this, everyone. The hiatus and all. 

A few notifications were eaten, apparently. Some threads that I knew I had aren’t showing up in my notifications so I’m extremely sorry for everything <3 <3

(EspecIALLY TO KNIFETASTIC {not tagging because I am a scared child} THEY DESERVE SO MUCH B/C THEY SHOWED SUCH AN INTEREST IN MY CHARACTER I AM SO SORRY)

I’ll be more active by March 27th, when my full project is due, but until then, I will try to ease into RPing again.}

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Pineapple post wrong blog again

[[dude I saw and I am literally the worst at everything I'm never blogging again I swear]]

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"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

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     “I… can manage with this,” Wormwood growled, his voice wavering as he struggled to put something along the lines of gratitude in his tone. His gaze darted around the room, taking in every detail he could, before resting on Bill’s single eye. 

     The shimmer in the other’s eye caught Wormwood off-guard. Bill owed nothing to Wormwood. Why in the six suns would this little demon want to help? Out of the goodness in his heart?

     Yeah, right. 

     But that glimmer… An involuntary smile overrode his stiff jaw as he kept his eyes locked with Bill’s. Though, only a second passed before it disappeared, “Yeah. I’ll be sure to shatter whatever’s left of my pride ‘soon as I need something to eat.”

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The smile he’d gotten out of Wormwood was enough for Bill.

In fact, it only made his smile grow, starting to bounce on the balls of his feet as he looked around the room he was going to be staying in. Hopefully Wormwood would get used to living here. 

“Oh– Food.. Right- Well.. I can’t exactly.. Cook. I just light everything on fire. So, if you can, I can get you whatever you need to do that.. If not, I can just steal a cooked meal from a restaurant.” 

That was something he did often. Having magic was really nice..

Maybe he should let Wormwood use some of his..? He’d have to think about how he’d go about doing that. 

“You’re probably hungry now.. Want me to show you where the kitchen is, or do you want me to hustle you a meal?” The small demon grinned up at the other. 

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     Wormwood let out a sigh as he slowly let Bill’s words fade out of his focus. The smile was a mistake. Wormwood could sense waves of... what was it? Hope? Excitement? His lack of magic made it difficult to tell just what emotion but it was much more pleasant than what Wormwood was used to sensing. Quickly, Wormwood tried to veer his perception elsewhere to keep himself from draining too much energy.

     The house was nice. Big. Not as big as Wormwood’s usual accommodations. Much smaller, in fact. Three guest rooms was a surprisingly large downgrade from Wormwood’s Manor. The small house was a disadvantage. Less square footage meant less room for traps or protection. Then again, less space to protect made it easier to expend magic conservatively. But, less room to scramble his spiritual signature. More of a chance to be found.

     He couldn’t stay for more than a week or so, that was for sure. A month, at the absolute most. Any longer and he’d risk discovery. But that wasn’t enough time to fully repair Wormwood’s charm. If he stayed, Bill would only get in the way. He could hinder Wormwood’s own plan, or --heavens forbid-- get injured or killed in the crossfire.

     The latter was more concerning for Wormwood. Not because he cared for the demon. Of course not. Only now had they formed a proper conversation. But Wormwood wouldn’t stand for another soldier stealing a kill that was meant for him.

     Just as Bill finished up his sentence, Wormwood’s train of thought pulled into a halt, “Hm? Oh, I, no. I haven’t eaten in mere days. In this body I can go nearly a week without--” When taking a moment to think about it, the time Wormwood had left to eat before his human body fainted was significantly less than he had assumed. Maybe eating wasn’t such a bad idea?

     So long as Bill didn’t try to poison him, it wasn’t.

     “Sure. Why not? Go ahead, uh... ‘hustle’ away.”

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"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

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     “I… can manage with this,” Wormwood growled, his voice wavering as he struggled to put something along the lines of gratitude in his tone. His gaze darted around the room, taking in every detail he could, before resting on Bill’s single eye. 

     The shimmer in the other’s eye caught Wormwood off-guard. Bill owed nothing to Wormwood. Why in the six suns would this little demon want to help? Out of the goodness in his heart?

     Yeah, right. 

     But that glimmer... An involuntary smile overrode his stiff jaw as he kept his eyes locked with Bill’s. Though, only a second passed before it disappeared, “Yeah. I’ll be sure to shatter whatever’s left of my pride ‘soon as I need something to eat.”

[cipharts]

"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

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     “That charm is more than just a sentimental keepsake, Bill,” Wormwood muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from the demon beside him. The tone Bill used would have, under normal circumstances, pissed Wormwood off beyond belief. There were only two people he could bear to have speak to him like this, and both could kick his ass and neither were Bill, “It wasn’t something I kept around to make me feel happy, or content. It wasn’t something I used to remember anyone.”

     Slowly, Wormwood turned his head to face the other, “When I had it, all I wanted was for it to disappear, and– and now that it’s gone, I-”

     His head shook roughly for a moment, “It’s not just a mental fixation. It’s the only thing that held who I was– It… marked me as a part of something and I– I just let it crumble. Everything I’ve worked for– every life I’ve taken, every being I’ve tortured… it doesn’t matter, anymore. And for the first time in… years, there’s this weight in my chest.”

     “Faces I’ve long since forgotten are appearing everywhere. And I can’t fix myself without Azura, but without my charm I’m– useless. I’m not the warrior that I’m supposed to be. Though I don’t see how this seems like much to you, you’ve always been a failure.”

     Wormwood’s eyes closed for a moment, “I was never meant to be like this. As long as that charm is in pieces, I can’t do what I want, I cannot finish my tasks, I cannot be as reckless as you. I cannot afford that. As much as I would love to forget about everything I’ve done, it’s just not happening that easily.”

     “You can’t even begin to help. You don’t know where to start, and… in all honesty, neither do I. You hate me, I hate you, so… just leave. I’m sure something’ll come along and kill me eventually. That thing could be you, if you ever care to finally do something right.”

[cipharts]

Well, that story sounded eerily familiar. 

Bill understood, despite Wormwood claiming he didn’t. He spent billions of years charming people, making them trust him for a goal that was.. Never going to be completed. Of course, he didn’t know that at first.

No, he just thought everything would work out.. 

So he stepped on people. Trampled over people he’d actually liked and wanted to keep around. He ignored every little emotion he got, shoving them down and continuing onto the next person. 

As soon as he had gotten this vessel, those rotting emotions were impossible to keep away. 

Bill understood. 

“…Listen. I know you hate me and thing very lowly of me. I understand that. But I know what you’re going through. …When I was kicked out of my dimension and I started plotting.. Hurting people for billions of years and shoving what dull emotions I got away, for a goal that was doomed from the beginning, at that..”

The smaller one needed to swallow, getting a lump in his throat as he clutched at his stomach. 

“Once I got this vessel, everything hit me at once. It still hurts. So, even if you think I don’t know what you mean.. I do.” The demon finished, sucking in a breath and blinking the tears from his eye. 

“…Do you have the pieces to this charm?” 

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Surprisingly, Wormwood was listening intently to what Bill had to say. Despite his disinterest in the dream demon, he tilted his head. A half-assed attempt at eye contact.

“I’ve got a few. Whatever I don’t have is lost. Once it broke, I didn’t bother to finish my task. Chances are, my target found the shards and residual magic.”

Almost all of Wormwood’s resentment had drained at this point. It was too exhausting to be angry. He’s exhausted most of his energy coping with his new state. And without his charm, there was little to no way to recover his lost magic.

“But, it won’t matter. You don’t have the magic I need to fix it. And the people who do, won’t help. My charm breaking is a mark of weakness. There’s no room for that back hom– back on my planet,” his heart wrenched as Wormwood realized he didn’t have a ‘home’ anymore. Not like he visited too often. But now, he had nowhere to go.

“And if /you’ve/ heard about what’s happened, then the families of past targets will, soon. At least one of them will seek revenge, and I’ve got no protection. No powers to keep them at bay. I’m good as dead. And you will be, too. If you’re found with me.”

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He had assumed that much.. it was.. Odd, seeing somebody go through the same situation as he did. Truly, that’s why he’d come here. He had too much empathy. Because Bill knew how bad Wormwood had to be feeling.

Though, Bill couldn’t help but laugh when Wormwood had told him that he’d be good as dead. If only it were that easy. 

“No, no.. Neither of us will be hurt. I have us covered, okay? And.. The only reason I heard?” Bill pointed to a tree trunk that was across from them, a depiction of him carved into the bark. “That.” 

Standing up, Bill brushed himself off and offered a hand to Wormwood, glancing away from him, his cheeks pink as this act of kindness was something he wasn’t used to. 

“Either way.. I can protect us. And.. Give you a place to stay. Come with me, dickhead.” The last part was said teasingly, Bill looking to Wormwood and flashing him a grin. He’d always wanted somebody to be there for him when he was going through.. The coping period of having horribly strong emotion. 

That’s what was compelling him to help, even if they had a bad history. 

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Wormwood scoffed quietly as his eyes followed Bill’s hand to the carving in the tree, “S'pose it’s my fault for not noticing that, huh?”

Another scoff was pulled when Bill promised to protect them, “You couldn’t protect a fish from a flood, demon,” he hissed. After a pause that lasted no longer than a heartbeat, he spoke up again.

“Seeing as I’ve got nothing else, I-” a short hesitation. Was starving alone in this place really that much worse than going with Bill?

It took him a moment, but a pang of hunger prompted Wormwood to eventually decide that yes, yes it was.

“I’ll…” rather than say anything else, Wormwood took Bill’s hand and stood up.

An inaudible “Thanks” left his parted lips, but he just as easily acted like he didn’t say a thing.

“I’ll give you a week before you get sick of me.”

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…Bill hated himself for thinking, no, knowing that he would enjoy Wormwood’s company. 

“You’d be surprised. But I doubt anybody will find us. Or look for you at my place. Nobody knows where I am, for one, and everybody thinks we hate each other.” Bill laughed, but he very quickly stopped when the other actually..

Took his hand and stood up.

“…I bet you’ll get sick of me in a few hours.” Bill murmured, grabbing his hand a bit tighter as he started leading them to his house deeper in the woods, thinking as they walked. 

This was pretty great, somehow..

In a matter of time they were back to his house. Bill opened the door and walked in, shutting the door when they were both inside. “It’s really big, so.. It won’t be cramped. There’s a guest room.. Or.. Three, rather. Also a hamster room, if you’re interested.” Bill smiled, looking up at Wormwood with a shining eye.

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"Don't we, though? Hate each other?" Wormwood wasn't quite sure if the demon heard him, but he wasn't about to repeat himself. In seconds, he was already being dragged away. Little resist came from Wormwood as he stumbled after the demon, though he did quickly yank his arm back to his side as he followed.

When they arrived at Bill's home, it was needless to say that Wormwood was overwhelmed. Never would he have guessed that Bill's home would look so... nice?

With each passing second, Wormwood could feel his remnants of magic slip out of his body. He had already cut down on his sensory range by over seventy percent. Lowering it any more would be risking too much. But at the rate of his currently declining powers, he'd be purely mortal in mere days.

It would be in his best interests to cut everything off until he was certain danger was near. Then again, Wormwood was stubborn. He wasn't about to fully concede his wellbeing to the hands of this incompetent demon.

"Hamster...? What's that? Like a cat?" A. Row raised in mild interest as Wormwood let his senses roam. His eyes unfocused, Wormwood missed the glowing stare that might have let a smile crack his stony figure.

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"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

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     “That charm is more than just a sentimental keepsake, Bill,” Wormwood muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from the demon beside him. The tone Bill used would have, under normal circumstances, pissed Wormwood off beyond belief. There were only two people he could bear to have speak to him like this, and both could kick his ass and neither were Bill, “It wasn’t something I kept around to make me feel happy, or content. It wasn’t something I used to remember anyone.”

     Slowly, Wormwood turned his head to face the other, “When I had it, all I wanted was for it to disappear, and– and now that it’s gone, I-”

     His head shook roughly for a moment, “It’s not just a mental fixation. It’s the only thing that held who I was– It… marked me as a part of something and I– I just let it crumble. Everything I’ve worked for– every life I’ve taken, every being I’ve tortured… it doesn’t matter, anymore. And for the first time in… years, there’s this weight in my chest.”

     “Faces I’ve long since forgotten are appearing everywhere. And I can’t fix myself without Azura, but without my charm I’m– useless. I’m not the warrior that I’m supposed to be. Though I don’t see how this seems like much to you, you’ve always been a failure.”

     Wormwood’s eyes closed for a moment, “I was never meant to be like this. As long as that charm is in pieces, I can’t do what I want, I cannot finish my tasks, I cannot be as reckless as you. I cannot afford that. As much as I would love to forget about everything I’ve done, it’s just not happening that easily.”

     “You can’t even begin to help. You don’t know where to start, and… in all honesty, neither do I. You hate me, I hate you, so… just leave. I’m sure something’ll come along and kill me eventually. That thing could be you, if you ever care to finally do something right.”

[cipharts]

Well, that story sounded eerily familiar. 

Bill understood, despite Wormwood claiming he didn’t. He spent billions of years charming people, making them trust him for a goal that was.. Never going to be completed. Of course, he didn’t know that at first.

No, he just thought everything would work out.. 

So he stepped on people. Trampled over people he’d actually liked and wanted to keep around. He ignored every little emotion he got, shoving them down and continuing onto the next person. 

As soon as he had gotten this vessel, those rotting emotions were impossible to keep away. 

Bill understood. 

“…Listen. I know you hate me and thing very lowly of me. I understand that. But I know what you’re going through. …When I was kicked out of my dimension and I started plotting.. Hurting people for billions of years and shoving what dull emotions I got away, for a goal that was doomed from the beginning, at that..”

The smaller one needed to swallow, getting a lump in his throat as he clutched at his stomach. 

“Once I got this vessel, everything hit me at once. It still hurts. So, even if you think I don’t know what you mean.. I do.” The demon finished, sucking in a breath and blinking the tears from his eye. 

“…Do you have the pieces to this charm?” 

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Surprisingly, Wormwood was listening intently to what Bill had to say. Despite his disinterest in the dream demon, he tilted his head. A half-assed attempt at eye contact.

“I’ve got a few. Whatever I don’t have is lost. Once it broke, I didn’t bother to finish my task. Chances are, my target found the shards and residual magic.”

Almost all of Wormwood’s resentment had drained at this point. It was too exhausting to be angry. He’s exhausted most of his energy coping with his new state. And without his charm, there was little to no way to recover his lost magic.

“But, it won’t matter. You don’t have the magic I need to fix it. And the people who do, won’t help. My charm breaking is a mark of weakness. There’s no room for that back hom– back on my planet,” his heart wrenched as Wormwood realized he didn’t have a ‘home’ anymore. Not like he visited too often. But now, he had nowhere to go.

“And if /you’ve/ heard about what’s happened, then the families of past targets will, soon. At least one of them will seek revenge, and I’ve got no protection. No powers to keep them at bay. I’m good as dead. And you will be, too. If you’re found with me.”

[cipharts]

He had assumed that much.. it was.. Odd, seeing somebody go through the same situation as he did. Truly, that’s why he’d come here. He had too much empathy. Because Bill knew how bad Wormwood had to be feeling.

Though, Bill couldn’t help but laugh when Wormwood had told him that he’d be good as dead. If only it were that easy. 

“No, no.. Neither of us will be hurt. I have us covered, okay? And.. The only reason I heard?” Bill pointed to a tree trunk that was across from them, a depiction of him carved into the bark. “That.” 

Standing up, Bill brushed himself off and offered a hand to Wormwood, glancing away from him, his cheeks pink as this act of kindness was something he wasn’t used to. 

“Either way.. I can protect us. And.. Give you a place to stay. Come with me, dickhead.” The last part was said teasingly, Bill looking to Wormwood and flashing him a grin. He’d always wanted somebody to be there for him when he was going through.. The coping period of having horribly strong emotion. 

That’s what was compelling him to help, even if they had a bad history. 

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Wormwood scoffed quietly as his eyes followed Bill's hand to the carving in the tree, "S'pose it's my fault for not noticing that, huh?"

Another scoff was pulled when Bill promised to protect them, "You couldn't protect a fish from a flood, demon," he hissed. After a pause that lasted no longer than a heartbeat, he spoke up again.

"Seeing as I've got nothing else, I-" a short hesitation. Was starving alone in this place really that much worse than going with Bill?

It took him a moment, but a pang of hunger prompted Wormwood to eventually decide that yes, yes it was.

"I'll..." rather than say anything else, Wormwood took Bill's hand and stood up.

An inaudible "Thanks" left his parted lips, but he just as easily acted like he didn't say a thing.

"I'll give you a week before you get sick of me."

[cipharts]

"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

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     “That charm is more than just a sentimental keepsake, Bill,” Wormwood muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from the demon beside him. The tone Bill used would have, under normal circumstances, pissed Wormwood off beyond belief. There were only two people he could bear to have speak to him like this, and both could kick his ass and neither were Bill, “It wasn’t something I kept around to make me feel happy, or content. It wasn’t something I used to remember anyone.”

     Slowly, Wormwood turned his head to face the other, “When I had it, all I wanted was for it to disappear, and– and now that it’s gone, I-”

     His head shook roughly for a moment, “It’s not just a mental fixation. It’s the only thing that held who I was– It… marked me as a part of something and I– I just let it crumble. Everything I’ve worked for– every life I’ve taken, every being I’ve tortured… it doesn’t matter, anymore. And for the first time in… years, there’s this weight in my chest.”

     “Faces I’ve long since forgotten are appearing everywhere. And I can’t fix myself without Azura, but without my charm I’m– useless. I’m not the warrior that I’m supposed to be. Though I don’t see how this seems like much to you, you’ve always been a failure.”

     Wormwood’s eyes closed for a moment, “I was never meant to be like this. As long as that charm is in pieces, I can’t do what I want, I cannot finish my tasks, I cannot be as reckless as you. I cannot afford that. As much as I would love to forget about everything I’ve done, it’s just not happening that easily.”

     “You can’t even begin to help. You don’t know where to start, and… in all honesty, neither do I. You hate me, I hate you, so… just leave. I’m sure something’ll come along and kill me eventually. That thing could be you, if you ever care to finally do something right.”

[cipharts]

Well, that story sounded eerily familiar. 

Bill understood, despite Wormwood claiming he didn’t. He spent billions of years charming people, making them trust him for a goal that was.. Never going to be completed. Of course, he didn’t know that at first.

No, he just thought everything would work out.. 

So he stepped on people. Trampled over people he’d actually liked and wanted to keep around. He ignored every little emotion he got, shoving them down and continuing onto the next person. 

As soon as he had gotten this vessel, those rotting emotions were impossible to keep away. 

Bill understood. 

“…Listen. I know you hate me and thing very lowly of me. I understand that. But I know what you’re going through. …When I was kicked out of my dimension and I started plotting.. Hurting people for billions of years and shoving what dull emotions I got away, for a goal that was doomed from the beginning, at that..”

The smaller one needed to swallow, getting a lump in his throat as he clutched at his stomach. 

“Once I got this vessel, everything hit me at once. It still hurts. So, even if you think I don’t know what you mean.. I do.” The demon finished, sucking in a breath and blinking the tears from his eye. 

“…Do you have the pieces to this charm?” 

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Surprisingly, Wormwood was listening intently to what Bill had to say. Despite his disinterest in the dream demon, he tilted his head. A half-assed attempt at eye contact.

"I've got a few. Whatever I don't have is lost. Once it broke, I didn't bother to finish my task. Chances are, my target found the shards and residual magic."

Almost all of Wormwood's resentment had drained at this point. It was too exhausting to be angry. He's exhausted most of his energy coping with his new state. And without his charm, there was little to no way to recover his lost magic.

"But, it won't matter. You don't have the magic I need to fix it. And the people who do, won't help. My charm breaking is a mark of weakness. There's no room for that back hom-- back on my planet," his heart wrenched as Wormwood realized he didn't have a 'home' anymore. Not like he visited too often. But now, he had nowhere to go.

"And if /you've/ heard about what's happened, then the families of past targets will, soon. At least one of them will seek revenge, and I've got no protection. No powers to keep them at bay. I'm good as dead. And you will be, too. If you're found with me."

[cipharts]

"Excuse me, can I have the time? I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off you."

“TAD, WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

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     Thaddeus let a smile spread across his face, breaking his otherwise resolute expression, “What do you mean?” His innocence was accented with a soft purr as he spoke, “It’s been my understanding that you appreciated honesty? And you are unbelievably attractive. And I’m not just talking about your vessel, here.”

[cipharts]

Face hot, Bill stared at the other demon, unsure of.. What exactly to do about this situation. 

“If– If you’re not just talking about my vessel, what the hell else-?! You.. Are constantly annoyed with me, hell, I’d claim you hate me if I could, but you must not since you’re constantly hanging around me. But you seem like you hate me. What gives?! Fess up, purple fuck.” Bill ranted, crossing his arms over his chest and squinting at the taller. 

[movedto-just-a-captain]

    “Can’t you just take the compliment?” Tone playfully vexed, Thaddeus stuck his tongue out at Bill, “You can get annoyingly overwhelming at times, but when you aren’t... eccentric, you’re really pleasant to be around.”

    “And I’m talking about your eyes, how they reflect the ethereal energy that is you, Cipher. I’m talking about your voice, and how it squeaks when you’re startled, and how it raises when you get excited,” He paused for a moment before continuing in a teasing tone, “I’m talking about you, you sack of ungrateful nightmares.”

[cipharts]

"Excuse me, can I have the time? I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off you."

“TAD, WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

[movedto-just-a-captain]

     Thaddeus let a smile spread across his face, breaking his otherwise resolute expression, “What do you mean?” His innocence was accented with a soft purr as he spoke, “It’s been my understanding that you appreciated honesty? And you are unbelievably attractive. And I’m not just talking about your vessel, here.”

[xpuppydogeyes-deactivated201908]

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tell me

please

and i will fix it and write you a better one

because sometimes i just kinda flop

please dont let my sometimes crappy writing ruin a thread

[musingsiren]

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[cipharts]

"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

[movedto-just-a-captain]

     “That charm is more than just a sentimental keepsake, Bill,” Wormwood muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from the demon beside him. The tone Bill used would have, under normal circumstances, pissed Wormwood off beyond belief. There were only two people he could bear to have speak to him like this, and both could kick his ass and neither were Bill, “It wasn’t something I kept around to make me feel happy, or content. It wasn’t something I used to remember anyone.”

     Slowly, Wormwood turned his head to face the other, “When I had it, all I wanted was for it to disappear, and-- and now that it’s gone, I-”

     His head shook roughly for a moment, “It’s not just a mental fixation. It’s the only thing that held who I was-- It... marked me as a part of something and I-- I just let it crumble. Everything I’ve worked for-- every life I’ve taken, every being I’ve tortured... it doesn’t matter, anymore. And for the first time in... years, there’s this weight in my chest.”

     “Faces I’ve long since forgotten are appearing everywhere. And I can’t fix myself without Azura, but without my charm I’m-- useless. I’m not the warrior that I’m supposed to be. Though I don’t see how this seems like much to you, you’ve always been a failure.”

     Wormwood’s eyes closed for a moment, “I was never meant to be like this. As long as that charm is in pieces, I can’t do what I want, I cannot finish my tasks, I cannot be as reckless as you. I cannot afford that. As much as I would love to forget about everything I’ve done, it’s just not happening that easily.”

     “You can’t even begin to help. You don’t know where to start, and... in all honesty, neither do I. You hate me, I hate you, so... just leave. I’m sure something’ll come along and kill me eventually. That thing could be you, if you ever care to finally do something right.”

[cipharts]

"What the hell do you want?" Wormwood's words were spiteful, but his tone was dull as his eyes locked with the demon's, "You have no business being here, demon. Get lost, or I'll... I'll-" His voice dropped as he quickly lost interest in his own words, "What do you want?"

The demon rose a brow at the venomous response he got. Sure, it was full of venom, but.. Not nearly enough for Wormwood. He was usually.. So much more unpleasant. Which was actually why Bill came here. He’d heard what was going on with him, and..

Gods forbid, him and his new emotions..

He wanted to help. 

Sitting down next to the other, Bill sighed, shrugging. 

“I heard what happened. And, being the nice demon I am, I came to try and talk you through it. I have enough depressing experiences for 8 lifetimes.” He laughed, despite the subject being.. Very serious. 

[movedto-just-a-captain]

     “You heard-” His sentence ended with a cold scoff and his gaze was sent to the empty space by his feet. His interlocked fingers parted from each other as he shifted his position slightly away from the demon, “Whatever you think you know, demon, you’re wrong.”

     It wasn’t that Wormwood didn’t want the comfort that Bill was offering, it was... he didn’t want the comfort Bill was offering.

     “This isn’t the kind of thing you talk through, do us both the favor of our lives and leave, yeah?” Even less effort was put into this string of words. The light hellfire that usually glinted behind his eyes had dulled to a muted spark. The anger was there. As was the irritation, the rage, the bloodthirst. But it was all... stifled by the emptiness that had taken over.

     “My charm shattered, Cipher. It’s clear you don’t quite k n o w what that means, demon, and I’m not going to waste the next twenty minutes spelling it out for you!” The edge in his voice returned only for a moment. And it was more irritation with having to talk, rather than the anger that normally surfaced when he spoke with Bill.

    “You can’t help. And being honest, you don’t even want to help, do you? I have... done nothing for you. You would have nothing to gain from helping me. In fact, if you succeed in... fixing me, you will be worse off.”

[randomroleplaymemes-blog]

My muse has secrets. For each "😔" sent my muse will admit something they are ashamed of.

[movedto-just-a-captain]

my rival: please.. we can lay down our weapons. it doesn't have to be like this. we don't need to fight. we can settle this another way. i don't want to fight

me, immediately swinging my sword: too bad i fucking want to, buddy