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they stand crowned in gold, high up in the heavens, tipping over the karman line; both of them breathless, drained, accomplished. both of them glorious, the taste of victory and blood coating their tongues.

it doesn't matter who falls first, plummeting down towards the earth; this too they do together, the flames of their descent wrapping them as one. two shooting stars become one and their glow radiant as they come closer, eye to eye. rascal feels his arms close around her, and she doesn't stop him, her eyes glued to him, and the euphoria of unstoppable strength keeping a smile on her face, but there is more. there is always more, and her arms do the same, meeting behind his back.

glorious, together. one, together.

HAVOC, HE WAS HUMILIATINGLY #@$%!! UP… not a state the erstwhile usurper would once let himself play around with & ever get THIS STUPIDLY CLOSE TO— no, not in front of them .

(                     ALWAYS making sure that his physical was tip-topped & hotshotted; not to be messed with. his crown not toppleable; ‘fucked-over-proof’. NEVER allowing any sign of an exploitable weakness to leak out & for them to instantly lap it up — they’d laugh right in his face, fling spit on him at point-blank, before tossing him into the gutter. No hesitation, not a second-fucking-thought. Because otherwise, he was nothing in their eyes.                    ). 

BUT THIS TIME,  jeeeeeez… he really allowed himself to get messed up, didn’t he? His trademark getup, despite being super souped-up, was fucking tarnished beyond anything. when during those bygone days before, even without chaos-enhanced stitching making it near shred resistant, it seemed almost untouchable, & oh so annoyingly inviolable. but that ‘one shall not touch’ one-of-a-kind ninties vintage jacket was completely RIPPED TO SHREDS now, & his once unblemished flesh underneath that the leather had shielded had gotten just as ugly-ed up in the collateral, lacerating deep; so much so, that the swift healing ability of the emeralds was still trying to desperately catch up & mend the wounds that still GAPED. he was completely & utterly FUCKED UP from just how fervent he fought. how HARD he had fought— recklessly, & stupidly 

(                      always all the way stupid with her. only with her, did he go all the way with everything                      )

BECAUSE HE DIDN’T CARE THIS TIME

 (                     maybe it was because this time, his head was really in it; because he had REASON to fight, & he was willing to risk EVERYTHING for it .                     ).  

 & OH HOW HE FOUGHT HARD. HOW HE JUST FUCKING FOUGHT & FOUGHT. He fought with such stubborness & an absurd fervor, more than he has ever before. Even when he had to get a bit unsanitary with it (                      because, like what one weird ass cat taught him, you have to do WHATEVER IT TAKES, even if your only options may seem way too nutty & eccentric. EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO GET A BIT WEIRD. Don’t hesitate, don’t think — fight head on, but also don’t use your head at all                      ).

he willingly pushed himself over to hang on the crumbling precipice of DEATH, & even taunted it — he dangled himself muzzle-first, faced it head on with a mug contorted by the most goddamn uncanny, daredevilishly giddy grin that he’s ever mustered,  & hocked a gooey blood-soused loogie into the gullet of death itself down below just coax a challenge from it ( ‘JUST TRY AN FUCKIN’ STOP US!!’  )

 BECAUSE HE DIDN’T HAVE TO THINK. Not anymore. He didn’t have to worry about getting too carried away & getting pulped to the point where he was too pitifully incapacitated to be able to hightail himself out of there. because he wasn’t alone this time. HE KNEW that no matter how sticky things may seem, no matter how seemingly un-clusterfuck-able of a predicament he gets himself into, RASCAL WOULD BE THERE. as stubborn of a hardass as ever, ready to pull him out of it. She’d even pull him out of a gaping black hole that threatened to guzzle their reality if she had to, &  she’s proven it countless times before. She’s traded many direct, way-up-in-the face personal  head bashes with him until it FINALLY proverbially just hit him…SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NEVER GAVE UP ON HIM, even when his dignity got hideous… even when he was at his lowest of lows…

 ( no matter how many times or how difficult it is, WE can flip it over. )

& EVEN NOW, as they plummet down towards the earth, RASCAL WAS STILL HERE.

 where are you?

 HE REACHES FOR HER THEN, searching. a seemingly sheer blind shot with how much her shining form blearily-melded together with the blinding reentry flames that wrapped them, but SOMEHOW, HE FINDS HER without a hitch — There you are (                      of course he did; her charm was magnetic. HE WILL ALWAYS FIND HER. ). 

 & THEN HE PULLS HER IN CLOSE, centering her within his gravity —  wrapping his arms around her, chest to chest, all with such PASSIONATE INTENSITY despite his exhaustion (                     the neverending reverberations of her rhythm was CONTAGIOUS, grooving him ‘til the break of dawn ). Eagerly, he then pushes her neon star glasses up, before pressing their foreheads together… Oh, how finally getting a full-blown look at her just OGLED HIM STIFF.

 & IN THAT MOMENT, IT’S LIKE THEY HAD STARTED ALL OVER AGAIN— Those bygone days of the once legendary animosity between rascal & scourge felt like a FUCKING FEVER DREAM now more than ever; fading memories of a pathetic whelp, too deep underground in his home of delusions, who was never truly living. A whelp who once wanted to leave his very reality.

 WHERE DO WE EVER EVEN BEGIN & END, RAS?

 Maybe it was now, where scourge truly felt alive, where they could finally begin something meaningful together… & he knew just how he wanted it to start.

 NO MORE HOLDING BACK… it is a no longer restrainable urge that LURCHES scourge forward, finally crashing mouths with rascal with such giddy snappiness & WAY TOO MUCH CLACKING TEETH, accosting lips into a jittery beartrap of a set of incisors that clamped down on them a little too forcefully… before immediately lifting to tenderly & apologetically graze over where teeth had sunk… jeez, it was messy; oh was he ever the king of fiasco. & he wouldn’t have it any other way ( it was always a rocky start with everything with them… but they always figure it out in the end ). He could taste the blood from rascal’s busted mouth, blood that she shed for his sake.

It made him feel WEAK, coating his tongue with sweet submission… no longer able to hold onto the emerald’s power —

 WAIT, NO NO NO NOT YET. HE HAD TO TELL HER SOMETHING —

  ❝  RAS…— !  ❞ I LOVE YOU.                    but the confession evaporates within a once spitfire throat along with, well, EVERYTHING ELSE— literally.  & It wasn’t in a sappy ‘too tongue-tied to speak’ kind of way. Oh no, he was all too ready announce it to the fucking universe. But the heat that she emanated felt WAY TOO overwhelming now all of a sudden as he felt the invulnerability that the emeralds powered him with start to dissolve.

 BUT HE STILL DIDN’T LET GO OF HER. he will never let go.

 (                    he would have gone to HELL for her.

          &, oh, how he knew she would have stayed to BURN with him…

         — maybe in the end, they were both just meant for the FLAMES.

                                               ( no, not without ｙｏｕ. )

)

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hi

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whaddya mean this room radiates big balls energy

❝ . . . ❞ oh, this ...

THIS IS INSANELY COOL.

he can't know that. HE CAN'T. he can't know how cool she thinks this is. the SKULL, the FIRE, the CRACKS and the HARLEY-DAVIDSON LOGO ...

❝ --PSH. as if. AS IF it'd find THAT cool. ❞ damn. that didn't even sound sincere.

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kneeing him in the crotch

" ain't my fault yer as flat as your brain is small - "

*ring loss sound efect *

YEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!

[celestikal]

stares at her boob window like this:

❝ ... ? ❞ looks down where he's looking ... looks BACK at him ...

❝ MY BOSOM ? ❞

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❝ YER JUST GONNA HANG YER BIG FUCKIN' BO BOS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE AN NOT EVEN ASK MY NAME ❞

" it's scourge by the way >B)👉👉 "

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❝ you think we'll ever get home ? ❞

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ THE SKULL - CRACKING GAME OF ‘ pin the blame tail on the one who booked us the M.I.A without a trace tickets to a life of interdimensional marooners & . got us warp wrecked & . fucking fucked over ‘ THAT ONCE TOOK PLACE HERE BETWEEN MOEBIUS’ TWO HARDEST OF HARDHEADS THAT WAS PUT ON A head - bashing ceasefire ON THIS VERY SAME BEACH ; A PACT THAT WAS MICKEY-MOUSED AS HELL & . SEALED WITH A SLAPDASHED SPIT SHAKE STILL RANG IN SCOURGE’S EARS… almost flattened them in GUILT. the echo of its meandering death knell that never quite dies     ( the painful, echoing screams of a hero, who was just a scared child like the rest of us, ‘ NO ONE is going to come save us, because YOU made sure of it !! ‘-- throat raw & . bleeding by the time she finally stopped  )     ⸻ YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT only became fucking cacophonous when they had somehow looped back around & . returned here of all places after nearly a year .

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽  it was grating enough to drown out the gentle waves of the shore ahead of him … ahead of them, he thinks, a little absent-mindedly as azure eyes shift to fix the other with a sidelong stare… eyes bleary with sudden inebriation after his phantom seasickness had resurfaced    (  like a fucking DETHRONED TYRANT THAT HAD BEEN LOBOTIMIZED , brain & . mind  stomped out into pathetic mush by the victory march of an entire planet, as they laugh in his face once it’s been dusted in dirt   )      … he knew he deserved to wallow in such a self-iduced affliction, & . that the one who crouched beside him in the sand, the collateral wallower, didn’t deserve any of this.

NO ONE WAS GOING TO COME SAVE THEM. BECAUSE HE MADE SURE OF IT.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ it was once a LIFE-SENTENCED EXILE PLAN for the leader of the resilience after all… 

❝ i don’t know. i⸻ really don’t… fuckin’ know, ras. ❞

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do i be shlonkin on that doinky till you slooge

❝ if this is about THE WEIRD STUFF YOU DO WITH YOUR MOUTH, then, YEAH, i guess it's okay ! ❞

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obnoxiously dancing behind him going fucking crazy as the eurobeat music goes insane

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" god. no. please. "

[ WAVES. hiii ].

can't have shit on mobius .

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snif snif snif snif sniiiif snif snif snif snif snifffff

. . .

PULLS ON HER NOSE WITH THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION SUNS!!!!!!!!!!

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ew

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-- PAUSED. color drains out of rascal's face as she's suspended in mid-air, realizing HOW OPEN she was. HER POSTURE. there was something in moebius that everyone knew, no matter man, moebian or machine.

IT TAKES LITTLE TO KNEEL TO THE KING.

in the car, someone makes a motion; marble goes to open the door -- FIRMLY STOPPED BY OZ at the driver's seat ( the fox gives him a confused look from the mirror. he looks back. not yet. ), and rascal doesn't hear the locks activate. instead, SHE GLARES BACK, TEETH SHARP AND WILL HEATED AT THE FIRE. blood at the back of her head dripping down her nape, bringing cold on her warm fur.

SHE'D ALMOST FEEL HER SKULL SHATTER AS HE HITS. her whole body shudders from the shock, a yell dying in her throat and becoming a grunt; SHE STANDS HER GROUND, knees bent from the pressure, BUT NEVER RELENTING. her head hurts. ONE BAD DAY ... she remembers the screams in her home.

ONE BAD DAY.

her forehead pushes against his, the white pupils in her eyes BURN as she glares, both bloods dripping down, staining CLOTHES & SKIN.

❝ ONE BAD DAY WAS YOUR GIFT TO ME, ❞ she answers back. ❝ ONE BAD DAY was all it took to CHANGE ME INTO THIS ! ❞

YOU MADE ME. NEVER FORGET IT. she painstakingly takes a step forward; her sheer force alone is enough to MAKE HIM STEP BACK, answering to her pushing.

❝ i grew up in a day, and, you know what ? I HAVE YOU TO THANK FOR THAT ! but while i evolved, you DEVOLVED instead ! forget KING or DESPOT, all you are is SOME GUY WHO MURDERED HIS FATHER !! but it WASN'T ENOUGH, WAS IT ?! it will NEVER be enough ! ❞

❝ a PALACE, an' WARM FOOD, an' RICHES an' LAND ... THAT'S NOT DOIN' ANYTHIN' FOR YOU, IS IT ?! there's NOTHIN' that's ever goin' to fuckin' SATISFY YOU. ❞

❝ WHERE'S FI, SCOURE ?! 'cuz at the very least, MY FRIENDS are here. and once this is over, i know who's gonna tend to my wounds ! ❞

❝ AN' THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME TO FIGHT !! ❞

she punches his stomach, forcing his head down. and once they're at the same level, SHE BASHES HER HEAD AGAINST HIS -- AGAIN.

ONE TIME. she raises her head up as she takes momentum -- TWO TIMES. both her hands press down his shoulder, forcing him down.

THREE TIMES. and the shock is so grand, the dried earth under them CRACKS.

when she goes to take momentum again -- SHE SEES THE STARS. both in the sky and figuratively. her head SPINS, SPINS, SPINS, the walls around them becoming BLURRY. her feet search for the ground, body confused.

a small groan comes out of her lips.

she can taste her own blood. a last gasp as she loses her balance and drops -- caught by an arm.

in front of scourge, oz stands tall, carrying his leader under his arm.

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sitting on some stairs, fiddling with her bass.

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´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ A VINTAGE SUNSET SUNBURST ELECTRIC BASS GUITAR, “cryovaced'' in some slipshod abandoned pawn shop that had been semi-submerged in the devonian flood waters of chaos himself probably since the 70’s-early 80’s. it was a DAMN NEAR-PRISTINE ONE, too; the only cosmetic-killers docking it down from that PSA 10 grading being a few chips in its outermost coat of paint & some water damage & subsequent nasty rust corrosion in the metal of its vibrato bridge. that may jack up its return-to-pitch-accuracy a tad bit, but…  

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ it was a damn nice, haggle-less snag nethertheless for a couple’a jobless schmucks, a couple’a “WARP-RING-WRECKED-’N-SCREWED INTERDIMENSIONAL VARMINTS'' with… admittedly, not ton of splurgeable rings jingling around in their collective dust-shoveling pockets. the vibrancy of the guitar’s sunburst-painted alder red body & its many other time-serving aesthetics were DAMN WELL PRESERVED by the already closed-pore nature of the alder wood that has been drying out & hardening for decades, & by the netlike MILITARY BOMB WIRE GUTS of vines that barred it… TODDLER HEIGHT-PHOBICALLY HIGH against the wall behind what he assumed was once the pawn shop’s checkout/bartering spittin’ counter.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ yeah… shoot. RAS DEFINITELY DID NOT HAVE THE BARTERING ARSENAL TO SPITFIRE HER WAY INTO SNAGGING THIS HOT DEAL BEFORE IT WAS GONE. the childish urge to tease her was there– to indulge in some mild inconvenience-inducing terrorism against this gut-wrenched tyke, who was just told that she WASN’T TALL ENOUGH TO RIDE THE DEMONATOR & GIVE THE ROLLER COASTER A “CEASE-AND-PLEASE HAVOC FUCKIN’ SAKE GET THE ‘DON’T LET LITTLE TIMMY PAINT HIS FUCKING BRAINS ALL OVER THE TRACKS’ SAFTEY PROTOCOLS TRIPLE CHECKED OUT” ON ITS GRAND OPENING.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ the urge had definitely inundated him at that moment; the urge to incarcerate her in sore loser baby jail & houdini-swipe this one-of-a-kind vintage bass right in front of her grabby paws that were about to be diagnosed with ‘chronic phantom grabby claws’ as he dangled it just above, just shy out of her reach, but then…

HE LOOKED AT HER.

HE JUST LOOKED AT HER.

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ HE WAS BLINDED STIFF BY AN INEXTINGUISHABLE FIERY MANE WITH EDGES DYED WITH A PURGATIVE HALO OF SOLAR AUREOLE. solar flares that were always hardass-ly & resiliently blinding, even when they were currently both bulwarked in a slipshod, light-snuffing time capsule with enough musk & dust coagulated together in the air in such a small space to make an asthmatic keel over with just one huff… flames that were goddamn sweltering, that never weakened nor were ever snuffed out when up against anyone's wayward tides. they were oh so goddamn potently purgative. she had managed to BURN HIM TO THE GROUND WITH THOSE FLAMES– HER RESCUE OPERATION: OPERATION PYRITE, AN EASY-PEASY-SUCCESS ( always, always oh too easily headsmashing her way through the military grade plexiglass glass windows leading into the fever mindscapes of the the most sickly far gone of men– ALWAYS SMILING, EVEN WHEN BLOOD WOULD PERCOLATE DOWN THE GASH BETWEEN HER TEMPLE…  ). she had cauterized the most deep-seated lacerations of a rotting heart kenneled within a scarred chest…  

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽  & it was in that moment, he truly deadset himself on something permanent for THE FIRST TIME ( NO, this wasn’t just some haphazardly maverick means of reluctantly scrounging for a temporary solution to living another tomorrow ) …  IN THAT MOMENT, HE JUST KNEW: HE WOULD DIE FOR HER WITHOUT HESITATION.

…

´ ･ . ✶ ━━ ⧼ ♛ ⧽ that almost TINNITUS-LIKE PINGING OF A DETUNED BASS is what would drag him out of that internal oath asphyxia, zonking his consciousness back into where his body now was: catching a breather on this makeshift stair island just out front of the flooded pawn shop that they had scored the bass from… that timeless ‘acoustics ingenuity’ didn’t hold up against those decades of water damage as well as he thought it would; definitely needed a a bit of refurbishing… EUGH, WHATEVER.

                  ❝       … YEE-OUCH. still given’ me th’silent treatment t’try 'n make me feel somethin’ after i dunked ya in that puddle, h u h?    ❞

I WAS FULL OF HOPE

ON THE DOWNWARD SLOPE

TRYING TO COPE WITH NO CHANCE OF BREAKING OUT

YOU WERE IN THE KNOW. YOU WERE IN THE KNOW

BUT YOU’LL NEVER LEARN THE WAY YOU LEAD ME ON

                 ❝      come’on, cliff burton. time t’pack up ‘n blow this pawn-stand. WE’RE GOING HOME.    ❞