#&freckledantics

[tatterdema1ion]

@cirocchio​:

Jek and xerxes team up to bully Camus and ciri locks herself in her van bc she hates cold 

‘Don’t look now, brother dearest, but I think I hear a magpie chattering,’ Xerxes says as he holds Camus in place and Jek dive-bombs his pockets to make off with his valuables.

‘Oh no!’ He cackles, as Jek wings off into the distance.

[tatterdema1ion]

'you mock me?'

‘Not at all. I just wondered if you were wearing those puffed up clothes because you want to take a job as a scarecrow in this bumfuck little town. But it’s the middle of winter so I can only assume crows have already picked the fields dry. Perhaps you’re finally trying to drive off your little sky rat-- I mean Jek.’

[tatterdema1ion]

cirocchio replied to your post: “Your tone of voice is not exactly a morale...

u asking her to survive on spite when she has so little of it??? rude~

‘I have enough spite for two. I’ll even part digest it for her so she doesn’t have to gnaw on its bitter fibres too long--’

[tatterdema1ion]

'i don't th-think you care much for accessories,' not from what she can tell; or perhaps Xerxes cares too much and therefore hides himself in boring, ill-fitted clothes. What she has made has no practical use, so it's an unusual present from her. '...So, er, you don't need to wear it. it's just a gift.' A single earring made of Jek's feathers and wooden beads. '--Well, eh, I know you prefer candy, anyway.' (shh lets pretend this is an au where he has pierced ears )

‘Hmm?’ Xerxes glanced up from the spattering of articles he was skimming on his laptop, all downloaded at the last WiFi hotspot they’d seen for miles. His red eye was drawn, like a magpie’s, to the treasure dangling between Ciri’s fingertips. It took him a moment to register what type of “accessory” it was, precisely.

An earring. She said he didn’t have to wear it. She as much as admitted he never wore earrings. But she’d still looked from him to that damn feather (one of many he’d seen her preparing that December) and thought: Earring.

Rolling his shoulder and sighing theatrically, that was the best way he knew to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks.

‘I don’t have to wear it? That’s what you say, Cirocchio, but in point of fact I have no choice but to model for you. You know I can’t say no to giving dear Jek the middle finger-- ah, feather-- ha-- by claiming a piece of him for myself.’

He touched his earlobe. In point of fact, he wondered how much it was going to hurt when he pushed the damn jewelry through.

‘What ah-- what made you think earring though?’ he blurted as he reached for it. ‘You figure it would set off my scrawny neck?’

[tatterdema1ion]

“Your tone of voice is not exactly a morale booster.“ u know for who

‘...for a traveler who claims to want rid of her stowaway, you certainly have a penchant for finding me when I’m trying to spare you myself, my fine freckled friend.’

Xerxes thrust an arm out at the landscape in violent disgust. Hastily abandoned tents, soda bottles, and other sundries littered the landscape. There were deep furrows in the soil where the police had squelched through in an effort to scare up the squatters there and brutalize a few prisoners as an example. Xerxes spat the words out again with clownish poesy: ‘Be of good cheer! I’ve cast off my dreams of a great Bohemian refuge for travelers and immigrants! Let us sojourn in this land of desolation, erecting massive fucking concrete tents just to spite the fuckers. We’ll be legends!’

His nails dug into his cheek where he’d turned his jaw into his palm. ‘Everyone else lives so well on spite, after all. Even you and I might get fat off it.’

[tatterdema1ion]

cirocchio replied to your post:“So… Which one us is going to be wearing the dress?”

"…But you’re pale, scrawny and ugly."

"And you're a boobless, perverted old hag but that doesn't keep me from loving you enough to fulfill your dreams, bitch."