✞ HE’S ALREADY HURT badly, scent of blood etched into his senses as he stands his ground, knife stolen from another ready to inflict any injury he could, and hopefully this way, the others would escape with ease, fearful eyes and shaking hands point knife at the other, grip tight and ready to strike at a moments notice, ❛ C-c’mon you masked FUCK. ❜ a shout, an attempt to draw him close as generators around spark to life, allowing gate to open and leaving him alone to deal with the other, oh god he’s going to die here, Sacrificed to the dietty above painfully impaled upon meat hooks, just another body in the other’s count, ready to be added to the total. He doesn’t know how this would end, how this would turn out, but if he was going down today, he’s going to go down with a fight, a difficult struggle, the other isn’t leaving scratchless. ✟
The survivalist had been running; running, running, running- until he was the last one left, all of his other teammates having opened up the gates and long since left, leaving only Jake to hisself, standing quite awkwardly in-between some of the brown couches encircling the fire.
Trapped, actually, by some mysterious Entity-force under a mistletoe. And Feng Min had the audacity to laugh at him and run away, as if taunting him for his innocent error. He found himself unable to take more than a step in any direction, being rubber-banded back and forth if he tried to launch himself out of his invisible prison.He was beginning to wonder just how long he would be left standing there when he heard the soft echoing of heavy breathing echoing throughout the building of the resort, and his own heart start to beat, and then race as the Killer approached, looking quite miffed at not having a single kill. Would he be a pity meal this evening?
Knife was raised and poised to strike, and Jake instinctively slams his eyes shut, tensing his muscles as he fully expected to be knocked to the ground in a frenzy of stabs… only for the sound of something sliding against skin, and Jake peeled his eyes back open to see the face of the Legion tilting upwards just for a brief moment, eyeing the mistletoe above him.
And then they chuckled. And then they kissed him, quite harshly, nipping his bottom lip and a heavy tongue trying to worm its way past his lips and to meld against his teeth- the Legion wasn’t a bad kisser, and Jake was so shocked that it was that intense that he let them. For much, much longer than needed or required.
Strangely enough, he had to fight the urge to sigh into the kiss, and was thankful when it was over because then he could breathe. “That was… more than necessary.”
The new map was cold. Dwight wished, for not the first time, that the Entity had taken his jacket with him into the Fog. He leaned against the side of the gen a moment, letting the slowly moving gears warm his fingers for a moment.
No sign of the killer yet. No other survivors he could see, either.
Just him, the generator coming to life, and the snow. Frosting over his glasses.
He hoped it wouldn’t make it hard to see the incoming death waiting around every corner.
Maybe by some sheer luck they find some legos in the various boxes they have stowed around the Lodge. It would be an even bigger miracle to actually give them to Michael, a plain box (covered in snow) wrapped in xmas lights because they have nothing else. :))))
the choice of “ wrapping ” concealing the box underneath is UNUSUAL thinks michael , but it’s nothing too out of the ordinary in a place as eccentric as the realm they are confined to — a hellscape devoid of logic or reasons with a law relying solely on the strength between man & MONSTER. the shape & legion found their selves on the preferable side of the spectrum , so their immediate friendship was to be expected. but most of michael’s allies did not share the same companionship , the same LOVE for the infamous boogeyman as the amalgamation ( the entity’s most horrific creation yet ) did.
at first , michael assumes the long wrap of colored lights is the gift. they’d be SUITABLE to use as a makeshift garrot with a twinge of holiday spirit , which michael far from lacks when it comes to celebration. but his fingers brush against the box’s top when the lights are yanked away & the thought quickly processes. silly him ! but could he be blamed ? the prospect of a present is almost FOREIGN , save not for his childhood decades ( felt like eons ) ago. but his childhood curiosity is indulged when he spots the building bricks strewn carelessly in the box.
it isn’t anything fancy , but michael almost feels emotion through his thick mental exterior for a passing millisecond — COMPASSION. the present is welcomed warmly. he pats the teenager on the shoulder like a amicable dog. or better , an equal.
Quentin just puts it outside safely. Legion tries to eat it.
002. . . . proposed
I don’t think marriage could really…work…for them. If they could, then I really don’t know. Maybe Quentin?
003. . . . kissed the other first
Legion.
004. . . . initiates things
Goes back and forth. At first it’s usually Legion, but as things progress Quentin starts to pick things up too. I’d say they’re a bit more forward than him though.
005. . . . would leave the other
Quentin. I mean, not saying that it’s currently likely, but Legion is more likely to pull shit that might make him push away. I’m not sure what he could do to make them abandon him other than a complete personality change.
006. . . . is more jealous
Mmm Legion I think. Four people in one body, I think, would mean a lot of amplified emotions, including jealousy. (I know you said, once, that they might have episodes of hating the idea of anyone else killing Quen. That might count :v) Quentin’s aware of them having affection for other people as well, and he’s fine with it. They’re not normal, so he doesn’t expect them to have normal relationships. If he ever were to get jealous, though, he wouldn’t really let it on, and try and keep it out of the way as best as he can.
007. . . . is lazier
Quentin. Legion can have their moments of just being burnt out (all or nothing, right?), but Quentin’s overall just more tired and sluggish than them, so.
008. . . . sends weird texts at 3 AM
If Legion ever figured out how to text, they probably would. Quentin would willingly indulge them, and find some humor out of it, though. Plus, he’d have his moments of weird texts and messages too. (I don’t think strange messages would be limited to just texts from Legion, tbh)
009. . . . is more experienced
Hard to say. Legion is four people in one, and Quentin’s only had one relationship in the past. I’d say maybe Legion, simply because of the x4 life experience.
010. . . . said i love you first
Quentin, maybe. I feel like he might be more inclined to if they’ve managed to somehow get to that part of the relationship. Legion’s thoughts are probably too chaotic to agree to say it at first. (Like, you think Frank’s gonna say it whenever he’s fronting? Even after the Gay Experience, he’s still a mangy, stubborn bitch.)
