#demyxed

[actuallycuchulainn]

Hello friend I heard you were down so I cooked you dinner. (I hope you appreciate it I spent the entire time dodging a different Lancer who was pissed I was in his kitchen.)

[actuallycuchulainn]

Demyx has died. Gil killed him

…

No. That couldn’t be. Gilgamesh… didn’t waste his time with things like that. He was a piece of shit but he didn’t just… go around killing people, for the hell of it. He was ‘above’ that sort of thing.

And Demyx, he was a brat, but he was just some dumb kid trying to cause trouble. He wasn’t a threat. He wasn’t a Servant, or a magus- he wasn’t someone who deserved to die. Gil said he didn’t take innocent lives, and that kid, sure he was jumpy and liked running away from his responsibilities and stuff but… that didn’t make him worthless. He didn’t… he didn’t deserve to die.

"When… how?" he asked numbly, not sure how else to respond. He didn’t want to think about it, that poor stupid kid getting cornered by Gilgamesh, not knowing what the hell he’d gotten himself into… he grit his teeth, flames burning inside of him. That piece of shit. What gave him the right? What made him think he could just go around slaughtering people?

Just… why? Why him, of all people? What could he have possibly done to provoke Gilgamesh?

Was this… was this because of him? The thought settled heavily upon his brain, a weighty realization. He’d mentioned the fish boy, Gil had heard him complain. Had Gil gone looking for him? Been interested in someone who could get him so riled?

Was Demyx dead because of him?

[actuallycuchulainn]

"Rumble"

He knew it was going to be a storm because he’d smelled it in the air the moment he woke up but he’d just pretended like he hadn’t, got up and went out and ignored the heavy air and the dark cloud and the leaves turned over in the wind. It probably wouldn’t start until later. And what did it matter if it didn’t? It was just weather.

Then he heard the rumble. A low and distant growl charging across the sky, making him cringe. Drops were falling but they meant nothing, he didn’t care about the rain. It was that awful noise. Like something exploding inside of his head, crushing his brain, jolting and shaking all through him. He hated it. He hated it.

He wasn’t afraid though. Nope. Not at all, because he was fucking Cuchulainn, he was a warrior and a knight and he’d lived through wars and he wasn’t afraid to kill a man or to die so why on earth would he be afraid of a little thunderstorm?

CRACK

The sound split the sky and his skull as well, and he winced, stumbling off his path and into the nearest alley. Fuck. Fuck.

He should have stayed home. He should have called in sick. Calm down, he told himself, trying to breathe, but he could already feel the anxiety jittering through him, a nervous anticipation for the next rumble.

It came, loud and unexpected and right there and he bolted, not sure where, crashing into the boy in the long black coat who’d been unlucky enough to be standing there.

"Shit," he swore, trying to get up. "Sorry kid, my bad." Did his voice really sound that shaky?

[actuallycuchulainn]

*hugs* I'm sorry for being such a jerk, Pongo. Please don't go fishing again. ;-; Let's be friends?

…

I want to believe you. I really do. But we’ve been playing this game too long Nemo. I dunno if I can trust you not to make any more shitty puns.

So…

[actuallycuchulainn]

A day in the life of Lancer

[actuallycuchulainn]

"Shut up or I'll bite you."

"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little fish? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Red Branch Knights, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids all throughout Ireland, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Irish armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the country and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Red Branch Knights and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn osteicthyes. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.”

[actuallycuchulainn]

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"I wonder if merpeople taste as good as normal fish…"

[actuallycuchulainn]

"I want the K"

13: Stomach Kiss

Cu had just about had it with this kid. First he’d harassed him with dog jokes, and then… actually, all he’d done was harass him with dog jokes, but that was more than enough to get him riled. All the teasing and taunting- he wasn’t a fucking dog!

"I warned you, Nemo," he growled, pinning Demyx to the ground. "If you didn’t back off things were gonna get ugly. You shoulda listened."

With that, Cu ripped the boy’s cloak open, exposing his bare skin. He moved in past, mouth parted-

Phhhbbbbbbttttbbtttphbt

-viciously he blew raspberries into his stomach. That oughta teach the little punk.