#act i.

[locustknight]

haters love to tell me there's something wrong with my sword. it's not like it's cursed or anything LOL.......

[tobimizu]

"father will never agree to this. you should know that by now, brother. you're both as stubborn as they get." hotheaded, too. but tobirama swallows the words, hollowed out by the whetted loss, by his brother's repeated alarms. beneath the marble-glossed promises of a better future (idealistic and saccharine), hashirama was right. they could not follow their father's path any longer. too many had fallen, too much had been tossed into the sacrificial chasm.

and what had remained was waning quickly.

yet, there was no escaping the worm in the fruit. was it this newly formed friendship, or has this always been hashirama's nature, tobirama couldn't tell. but his brother had become too impatient, too wilful, impossible to control. (or perhaps tobirama only envied this newfound resolve. there were days when he wished he could see everything as hashirama did. days when he wanted to believe that war was not inescapable. that his father's words were truly the relics of the past.)

"and even if he agrees, the uchiha will not." dust wafts about them, the stench of rotten food and unwashed garments stuck at the back of his tongue. and tobirama crosses his arms, leans against the nearby trunk. they have spent several nights on guard duty. a fitting punishment for the fallen sons. "they have made that perfectly clear." @shinnogi / for hashirama

[facepeeled]

@t-errifier liked

this must be the third time cricket's seen this same creep tonight. first outside the bar, then on the side of the road as she drove out here, and now she swears that she sees him again in the darkness of the woods, just beyond the wide open doors of the barn she and her buddies have come to party in. "fuck..." she mutters to herself, looking around to see if anyone else notices the FREAK in the clown costume. but they're too drunk to notice, or care. and cricket can hold her liquor better than a cowboy. her inhibitions are just low enough that she doesn't think twice to wander outside and investigate. "hey," she shouts into the distance. "i know you're out there."

[countercharmda]

SERENDIPITY: ACT ONE.

i'm always winning the wrong game; i can't remember my real name.

[avernusblade]

@weaverots. / from here.

ONE WOULD THINK WYLL RAVENGARD USED TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS , having grown up the son of the duke. but quite honestly , & perhaps quite TERRIBLY , he'd never grown used to the PERFORMANCE of it all , the part of the LOYAL SON , the HERO he was expected to play. & the blade of frontiers is more than AMICABLE to the company of a goblet of WINE & a FRIEND moreso than the crowd.

at least among GALE'S company , wyll could be HIMSELF.

❛ well said , my friend , & all too true. ❜

the blade of frontiers gives a MIRTHLESS laugh , a single BEAT as the wine swirls in his own cup , sipping THOUGHTFULLY . wyll can sense the DEFENSIVENESS the wizard bites back too clearly ; he feels himself more than not. to say a BETTER STORY implied REGRET , not that the blade didn't have his fair share of that.

❛ would that i could rewrite certain aspects of my tale , having the knowledge & experience to know the outcome. ❜

another SIP taken from his glass , & wyll gives a WARM smile.

❛ perhaps i'd have made us friends far sooner. ❜

[mycomaid]

@songsdreamt: " i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " + receiver finds sender covered in blood / accepting.

between the tadpole situation & her latent paranoia at sleeping in the open, she's still been sleeping light. even when the druid drifts off slightly into the woods outside of camp, anything can wake her up. but she isn't sure what it is that wakes her up this time, though it's not a mystery for long. for there stands this tiefling she's only recently met, covered in blood & standing a small distance from the source of the carnage. annette's eyes widen, flitting over percy & the surroundings with panic. i didn't mean to, she says. the druid curls into herself almost defensively. "what ... what -- what happened ... ? h-how did you ... ?"

the half-elf's eyes flit about, gauging each escape route & what would be fastest or safest. just in case.

[ygconfessions]

I’m biased therefore I love all the songs, but I feel like something is missing in Bullshit, I prefer middle finger-up sadly it’s just an intro, but I feel like if the two songs would have been mushed together it would be dope. But again I still jam to all of them, he is finally back *ugly sobbing*