#etavirp

[lcamas]

@etavirp // am i the only one that knows the truth?

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS

SAMAEL'S EXPRESSION FELL, eyes bouncing from the little invention in front of him to his mirror. He hadn't even been talking about the Birthday Incident in the slightest, hadn't even had it on his mind. It wasn't until Private was the one who even brought it up that it connected, and he looked down, back at his little makeshift bomb. His brain bounced from thought to thought, a shudder threatening to run down his spine, the pit of his stomach dropping. Nausea hit him like a wave, but he refused to show any of this outwardly, merely shifting his glance back down at his creation with an almost empty stare.

" ...COURSE NOT. MUM knows. She knows everything. " That's all the acknowledgement he would give the topic, instead choosing to redirect the focus of the conversation onto his weapon instead. " This is...different to that. This is more...tame. "

[lcamas]

@etavirp // ❝ come here, i’ve got the pieces here. ❞

spooky lyric starters.

" OH, Y'DO ? HOW'D you find 'em all ? " The boy's expression lit up as he dashed to his twin's side, matching blues peering down at the hundred-piece puzzle the two had spent hours working on. Sure enough, as Private had said, all the pieces were together, all the two had to do was reassemble them. It was a picture of a windmill, and the two had gotten more than halfway done, only about a few pieces left, when the remaining pieces had suddenly up and walked away. Samael had gotten up to search the room for them, but once Private shook the box and located the remaining few, the twins got back to work, matching shapes and colors.

[lcamas]

@etavirp // "Just one normal breakfast, that's all I want."

legends of avantris : dimwits of the dimwood ep. 2 … sentence starters

" WELL, YOU'D DO best to lowa' your expectations, then, Mikey. Probably neva' gonna be a normal breakfast here eva' again. Not that anything any of us do could be consida'ed ' normal. ' "

[lcamas]

@etavirp // “You can’t keep driving forever. What are you trying not to remember?”

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

" WHAT THE HELL are you on about, Michael ? "

FLIPPERS GRIPPED THE steering wheel tight -- not as tight as possible ( of course not, he wasn't stupid enough to destroy the damn thing, ) his ' knuckles ' turning almost white with the sheer force behind his hold. Icy blues centered on the road ahead, brow deeply furrowed so hard and tense that his muscles began to strain. Still, he didn't entertain his brother's curiosity, instead choosing to turn down another backroad and turn up the radio, of which was blasting heavy death metal, something loud to keep his mind busy. He didn't wanna think about Augustus again.

" WHAT I'M DOING is trying to rememba' the right goddamn directions... "

[lcamas]

@etavirp // “Do you even like the taste, or just the way it makes you forget?”

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

YOUNGER TWIN SLAMMED his cup down, blues shooting to his mirror. Part of him wanted to wanted to yell, to pitch a fit and cause a scene, but the more mature adult voice told him not to, instead to calm his nonexistent tits and relax. This is his brother, he reminded himself, not his enemy. This wasn't a battle, it wasn't a turf war, it was just the two of them. They were just drinking. That's it.

" NOBODY DRINKS FOR the bloody taste, Michael, we all drink to forget. Or to get absolutely pissed and do something absolutely STUPID. But we know betta' than that, don't we, brotha' ? "

[lcamas]

@etavirp // “I watched you light the match. I wanted to stop you. I didn’t.”

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

" OF COURSE YOU didn't. Because you wanted it as much as I did. Admit it. " Samael knew where his brother stood in their family feud, if you could call it that. He knew how high of a pedestal his brother had been put on by the rest of the family, he knew how much shit Nigel put into Michael's head -- how he was the brave one, he was the fighter, he was supposed to be the one to save the world and keep the family's legacy going. And of course, Samael knew just how much his brother believed every word that came from their uncle's mouth.

HE KNEW HOW much his brother admired their uncle, despite how much Sam had tried telling him what had occurred during their split training. All those years of separation, of being broken down and reduced to nothing but a trauma response. Told that he was nothing but a ball of fear that wouldn't be able to handle the battlefield.

WELL...NOW THEY all knew what the truth was, at least.

" THOSE BOMBS GOING off was the best thing to eva' happen to us. Both of us. You know it as well as I do. "

[lcamas]

@etavirp // ❝ they told me i was going to lose the fight. ❞

spooky lyric starters.

" WELL...THAT VERY obviously wasn't the case here, brotha'. You're here, with me. And any fight you can walk away from means you won it. " Younger twin's gaze darted around, trying to find the two of them an escape route. Samael himself had taken down eight of the ten attackers, leaving two chasing them down, and more possibly to come. And being a trained professional, the bowtied penguin knew it was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed and ambushed.

THEY HAD TO get the hell outta there while they still could.

PULLING PRIVATE'S FLIPPER over his shoulder, Sam began to drag him along, kicking a trashcan behind him to try to throw the bad guys off their trail. There was no way in hell he was gonna let these guys get their paws on his twin. Not now. Not ever.

[rockgut]

@etavirp // "You know, the more closed off you are, the more I just wanna take my nails and just pry you open."

A.P. Bio season three sentence starters

" AS IF YOU'D get very far with that, Private. " Rockgut stormed past the younger penguin as he paced the H.Q., flippers behind his back, as if impatiently awaiting someone or something's arrival. His ruby reds bounced all over the room, paranoid, cautious, like something would jump out of the walls at him at any moment now. He could feel the private's eyes on him, watching his every move, and he knew that Private wasn't watching with the same blind admiration as his teammates, but rather skepticism, maybe even judgment. And that wasn't something Buck particularly was fond of -- being criticized. Nonetheless criticized by some soft unicorn-loving college boy that probably cried at the sight of a squashed bug.

QUICKLY, THE COMMANDER whipped around, jamming his flipper into the other's chest.

" AND WIPE THAT deprecatin' look offa' yer face, Flapjack !! You wouldn't last a DAY in my shoes and you KNOW IT. "