#bad breakups

[onlymvrie]

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Egotober 2022 Day 26: Bad Blood

Summary: Dark and Phantom have a lot to discuss . . . and gallons of bad blood between them.

Prompt: Bone/Bones

Characters: Phantom, Dark, Yan, Wilford

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

This meeting was dicey, but it was a long time coming.

Phantom and Dark had been fighting over the Entertainment District for a while. The nightclub demon hadn’t attacked Yan yet so he didn’t start a turf war between them.

Yan was in charge of a couple of cafes in the District, and Dark’s long unimposed reign over the area ensured that he and Yan had control of the best area of the district. It was the best for foot traffic. Which is why the cafes had been placed there.

So Yan and Dark had agreed to meet with Phantom at the ritziest restaurant that neutral ground could give them. It was three blocks down from the heroes’ base, but there was nothing more than minor monitoring . . . at least until people started dying. The restaurant normally had a certain style. More at home in a Victorian horror book than downtown Brighton. Candlelight. Reds, and gold and dark greys. With Halloween so close it only gave the restaurant an additional bone motiff.

Chase was routinely casing the place and then returning back to the room.

Food and drinks had been ordered but neither Dark nor Phantom were eating. They were just sitting across from each other, glaring at one another. Phantom even has a bone and skull pattern on his vest. Yan was on one side of Dark and Wilford was on the other.

Yan was lightly picking at her food while Wilford was just devouring his stuffed pasta dish as if it was a normal lunch.

“You know,” Phantom smiled as he played with the cuff of his sleeve, a finger idly tracing the swirling bones etched onto the corner of the cuff. “I have to hand it to you Ent.”

Phantom glanced down at the cuff before looking back up at Dark. A dare.

“If you’re not going to talk business, we’re going to leave,” Dark said. “I’m not here to waste my time when I have too much work to do.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Phantom said. “It’s a wonder you can even get anything done. Have you changed that much?”

Dark stood up, chair screeching on the floor. “I have more important things to do with my time. Yan, Wil, we are leaving.”

“But we didn’t even order dessert,” Wilford frowned.

Dark sighed and used his portals to drop an entire strawberry cheesecake into his lap, in a case. Wilford gasped in delight and picked up the cheesecake.

Chase walked over from where he was standing by the doorway, watching them.

“We simply must do this again,” Wilford stood up. Then he winked at Phantom. “I suppose we’ll be seeing each other around.”

Phantom smiled back, liking the way that the jealousy lit up Dark’s face. He traced his fingers around the bone motif of the glass. “I’m sure we will.”

Dark pulled Wilford away as he led Yan along, opening a portal for them. His aura wrapping any leftover food in to go boxes and taking it with them through.

“If I see you around the cafes again, I will have your head,” Dark threatened.

“Big words from the empath who was too busy hanging on my arm to do anything back when we were waging war against the Ottomans,” Phantom smiled.

“Every second I spent working with you was a waste of my time,” Dark turned back, furious.

Wilford surprised Chase by gently wrapping his hand around Dark’s elbow. “Darkling, look we have cake, and I know you love strawberries. I think you’re getting a bit too riled up for dessert, darling.”

Dark looked back at Wilford, fury twisting in his eyes and making his ringing shrill. He yanked his arm away and led Yan into the portal. Wilford blew Phantom a kiss before following his boyfriend through the portal.

Chase went to follow them before turning back to look at Phantom. “You’re not special, you know.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Phantom smiled, calmly sipping at his drink.

“Lots of demons in town, and besides, you sleeping with Wil isn’t an accomplishment,” Chase said. “I’m pretty sure he’s slept with a couple heroes. He’s slept with every mayor and their partners anytime he comes into town.”

“What are you getting at?” Phantom was smiling.

“He’s not a notch on your belt, your one on his and given enough time and lube he would fuck every single people in this awful town.” Chase glared at him. “It’s easier to sleep with Wilford than it is to find bones in a cemetery.”

“And you would know?” Phantom still had a smug smile on his face.

“I know if I so much as blinked right he’d be down to fuck me on the table you’re eating on, if that’s what you’re asking,” Chase scoffed. “Yeah, I could probably list off the people in the Coalition that he’s slept with but that’s none of your business. So just enjoy your fancy steak and fuck off why don’t you?”

“Aren’t you charming,” Phantom’s grin was all teeth.

Chase kept his eyes on Phantom until he stepped through the portal and it closed behind him. Leaving Phantom to enjoy his food in peace.

[bluewren]

happy friday!! for Taliesen/Merrill, how about this one from the sensory prompts? "Twist in your gut as you say goodbye"

This makes me think about their breakup. It was messy. 😢 They didn't talk to each other again until Taliesen became Inquisitor.

@dadrunkwriting

Rating: T

“Was it worth it? Was it worth all that happened?” Taliesen’s brows knitted closer together. Her knuckles scraped across their table, almost knocking their tools off it.

“I don’t know.” Merrill’s head continued to slump down, unwilling to look at her.

“I warned you.” Taliesen rubbed her temples, her eye sockets would want to give out with how much she wants to keep snaring. “Don’t let the Eluvian consume you. We had to be more than our lost history.”

“It was my choice.” Merrill spat, pointing her finger to shut those insinuating lips. Nights spent together fixing that cursed mirror didn’t matter now. The one person who supported her, now bears the same judging eyes as the rest of her clan. “Marethari had no right to intervene. Whatever the consequences were, would come to happen to me.”

“When has that ever been the case?” Taliesen scolded, hands thrown up, almost ready to shake sense into the one she once loved. “You’ve not once talked to anyone in the Alienage. You hadn’t cooked in months. You haven’t cleaned,” she waves her hand at piles of clothes that littered their house, “I had to do that for you. And it hasn’t changed since I left.”

“We both knew the challenges that awaited us when we set out to do this.” Merrill reminded. “Whatever sacrifices. We would recreate a piece of Elvhenan by the end,” pushing Taliesen away, “but when we finally got somewhere. You weren’t here.”

Her steps weighed heavy, pacing forwards and back as the twitching in her legs kept biting at her. Tali’s hands kept scratching against her scalp, unable to rip that nerve out of her. “I couldn’t want to watch you throw yourself down that path. Getting consumed by our history has been beneficial to the Dalish.”

The Dalish? Merrill grits her teeth at Taliesen. She should have known that they were never of one mind about the Dalish.

It bites at her, now consuming her all thoughts. But it wasn’t just at the girl that she talked with until the candles burned out, she was mad at both of them. It should have been brilliantly clear to her, they wanted different things. She was just blind to it, the first Dalish elf to support her.

“And what do you know of benefiting our people?” Merrill bore out her fangs. “We are Dalish, walkers of the lonely path. You’d sacrifice our dignity, whatever possible to appease our oppressors. Whatever it takes for peace. Our history has never mattered to you.”

There were words that wanted to leave Tali’s mouth, words that she needs to say to the woman she once loved, had spent the bests nights together with, the woman that she cherished all the nights spent working on their project together.

Instead what actually came out of her was a dry coarse cough, no words in existence will mend what has happened. She simply chooses to close the door to Merrill’s home for the last time.

[etherian-affairs]

As far as Hordak knows, Entrapta is back with the rebellion. So he’s going to the frontline to basically go “WHAT NUMBER OF ARM CANNONS DOES THE REBELLION HAVE? WHAT’S THAT, THEY HAVE NO ARM CANNONS TO SPEAK OF?? THAT IS WHAT I HAD ASSUMED. BEHOLD, A NUMBER OF EXPLOSIONS PREVIOUSLY BELIEVED TO NOT HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE.” He thinks he’s taunting his ex.

"Sup nerds look who has a city killer weapon attached to his arms? Bet your tech master could make something this powerful don't you?" Hordal laughs as he fires off a high powered shot at the village below the hill they stand on. Homes and families utterly annihilated before they even know what's happening.

"Yeah! Look at that! Oh you all think you have such fancy technology! Oh and I bet Catra thinks she's so strong! I'm wearing a weapon of mass destruction as a FASHION ACCESSORY!"

[edithalicepoe]

Velvet Regret

I’ve scrubbed every inch of my life clean of you. I’ve thrown out every blanket, every sheet or pillow or towel that has touched your body. It won’t be touching mine. I’ve blacklisted your number and blocked your profiles, never to be visited again. We will never be friends. I’ve thrown you out of my house in garbage bags and plastic totes, locked the front door and bolted the windows. My new car is one that never held you, your venom never touched the seats. I even packed away my favorite dress-the one I wore on our first date. I’ve bleached the walls of my skull, scoured your face from memory. I deleted every single photo of you, especially the ones with me. So imagine my surprise, my shock, my absolute horror-when a picture of us is found on my computer. And although you make my stomach turn, yours is not the face I’m staring at. It’s mine I can’t tear away from, grinning so big in my favorite velvet hat. Chipped black nail polish and head tilted towards yours- I’m absolutely glowing, all-consuming happiness in the before. I suppose it’s only fitting that I’ve since lost that hat. Because the girl that was wearing it, I’ll never get back.

[tricksterphobia]

That feel when your heart keeps breaking into pieces

[patient0dovahkiin]

"She told me this whole thing was a mistake, but how can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it's killing me that she can run away from this and I just can't."

-OCD- Neil Hilborn

[celtic-poetry]

You sold a bit of my soul. On eBay, of all places. And you ask me why I’m mad, really?

@celtic-poetry