#bratmask

[soulless-smoker]

☃ me toooo (paraskia)

Childhood potion (Bratmask version) - @paraskia

It was dark. And that was good.

But it was also cold. And that wasn’t good.

Deathmask hated, hated low temperatures just as much as he hated cauliflowers- Which was a lot, considering that he’d never eaten them. The sheer look of those things made him tremble in fear! That thing could not be tasty at all. And much like cauliflowers, cold made him feel bad too: it made him tremble and it made his skin feel tingly in the worst way, giving him the shivers.

As he had absolutely no idea where he was going (but he was absolutely avoiding any human contact- Those oafs in light armour didn’t look friendly at all!), the young boy sneaked inside the first building he found, even if he had to admit that it didn’t look all that good- It was ominous to say the least! But shelter was shelter and he absolutely needed something warmer than his shirt and shorts. The whole place looked empty, so why not take advantage of it?

Finding the bedroom was simpler than he had first thought and it was even simpler to dive inside what looked like a chest to find exactly what he needed: a blanket! At least, it looked like one. He quickly wrapped it around his body, sighing in relief at the warm sensation. All happy with his newly found cover, Deathmask had all the intentions of finding a fireplace or anything like that to warm up even more-

He had all the intentions, yes. But a leg as tall as he was had another opinion. “Wha-?” Looking up, he saw it.

The tallest man ever.

[soulless-smoker]

☃ (rosaceum)

Childhood potion (Bratmask version) - @rosaceum

He was running. Damn if he wasn’t running like a marathon champion- Or was it a sprinter? Either way, Angelo had no idea he was able to run that fast until he had found himself in dire need to. And what caused said need to sprint down the stairs as if he were chased down by the Hellhound Cerberus himself?

Point was, he had absolutely no idea. Last thing he knew, he was lying face down in an unknown room, with clothes too big to cover him and the sound of rustling weapons just outside the door: even if he was completely confused, the young boy knew that confusion, noises of weapons being prepared and a dark room were not a good mix, not at all. So there he was, running down the stairs of a temple (a freakishly big one!), wondering just how he had gotten so far from home when-

When he downright slammed his face against the hardest surface his poor nose ever had to slam into. It was worse than a concrete wall and it felt cold and it felt warm- Because his nose was now bleeding. “Ma che diavolo?!” The boy fell back with recoil, falling into a sitting position as he desperately tried to stop the blood from coming out. “Auch auch auch! This hurts, dammit!”