#flamia.

[pohocounty]

@frxgmcntcd  --  LIKED FOR BIG NASTY.

things were never  SIMPLE,  with him.  

the head in his hands could not be only a head, could not be  -  as most heads were  -  attached to a body.  the head could not, of course, by virtue of the previous fact, be animate.  the head is not kissing the creeper back, the head did not express desire;  and despite the lusty fervor with which the creeper seeks out the severed hunk of meat’s  TONGUE  with his own, the creeper feels no gratification from this.  rather  --  the manner by which he so-tenderly cups the jaw is in a predominant effort to hold it open, and the clicking-together of teeth less passion than accident  ...  impundulu pinches the dead muscle between his incisors;  pulls back just as he notices her  --  the thing slithering from the open throat of the corpse into dulu’s like some lethargic, bloody snake.

   “ ...  GRRRH ... ? ”

call it irony, if you will  -  but he doesn’t like to be watched.

[cageback]

"Happy Krampusnacht, old goat."

HE’S COVERED IN BLOOD.  HE IS BACKED BY THE CAGE.  FIRE SULPHUR BRIMSTONE  WITH THE HELLMOUTH STILL REFLECTED IN HIS EYES, IN HIS AWFUL SCARLET EYES.

THE YULE LORD SMILES.  HE IS CALM, ALL IS CALM.

   “ Gruss vom Krampus,  Bärchen. ”

KRAMPUS KNEW SHE’D UNDERSTAND.

[cageback]

"Nice horns."

BLACK FUR, HAIRLESS MUZZLE, DEEP RED EYES BORN INTO THE SOUL.  THE BEAST DRAGS THE CLEFT OF A HOOF ALONG THE STONE.  CARVES DIRT.  BREATH HOT, CLOUD IN THE COLD.  NOSTRIL-FLARE.  HIS HORNS STAND TALL AND SABLE ABOVE HIS SILHOUETTE, AND HE STEPS FORWARD, ONCE  --  WITH THE DISTINCTIVE CLAMOR OF CHAINS, THE DELICATE TINK OF A BELL.

   “ … You want something. ”

NO ONE COMES TO VISIT HIM WITH NOTHING TO GAIN.

[grcndel]

@frxgmcntcd  /  PROTEGE VERSE SC.

   “ nah, ha!  i  -  that’s nice, really.  that’s     super fucking cool of you, but i can’t  ..     i can’t  ..  accept this. ”

it’s a big check  --  a big enough check for his eyes to go wide, at least.      ( then again, when you’ve been broke your whole life, it really don’t take that much. )      not the first time someone’s offered him a lot of money, either, but for  free?   ...   no.  no, he can’t take it.  puts his hand up, takes a step back, trying his good-god-damnedest  not  to be a dick.

   “ there’re people who need that a lot m--    -ore ‘n i do, i   -  i’m alright.  i give to the,     uh, the CSF, and the EDF.  if you’re giv-                -in’ up greens, give it to  them. ”

[grcndel]

Punctual as ever, a present from mama arrives! The card reads "Hey man, hope this gets there on time - it took me a bit to prepare it because it's hand-carved. I've taken to some minor crafting as a form of physiotherapy, and turns out, these little things are fun to do. I thought of you while making this set, obviously. Happy birthday <3" Inside the box there's a series of things: a necklace, a pair of earrings, and a ring, all with tiny, smoothly carved unakite frogs.

really?  honestly?  –  gren doesn’t have, and will  never  have,  any  idea how she manages to pull this  ‘timeliness’  shit off.  he likes to consider himself  fashionably late;  punctuality is a mystery lost somewhere far,  far  back in his developmental track.

still.  unlike most people, grendel reads the  entire  card before he pockets the gift  –  or, in this case, dons it proudly on one finger, in his ears, and looped around his neck.

it doesn’t matter that she’s far away.  flamia gets a smile out of him.  he knows how her hands work;  how they’re always  –  doing something;  knowing they move constructively, knowing it makes her happy  …  it’s good for him.  it’s good.  it makes him  –  happy.  happiness is all he wants.

   “ ..  you motherfucker. ”   ♡

      he’ll never take ‘em off.

[grcndel]

@frxgmcntcd  wanted a tadpole.

he’s halfway down the aisle when she sees him, and he sees her  --  sees her seeing him stuffing a bag of chips he intends to steal up under the front of his shirt.  that stomach’s painfully thin, those hips a stark reminder of the less fortunate.  and gren does the only thing he knows how to do when he gets caught  --

--  he tries to dart between her legs and fucking run for it.

[grcndel]

"Maybe not exactly not safe for work, but, when did you realize you were into Muds?"

   “ prob’ly when he reared back ‘n whacked me    full-force in the fucking gullet.   but, like, i kept    following him around Manhattan  wit’ my nose    halfway up his ass;  he had every reason to hit    me.    strong arm, he’s got.   lotta swing to it. ”

                      he sounds  ...  disgustingly in love.

[grcndel]

@frxgmcntcd

   “ .. well, you know you always got a place wit’ us. ”

the past couple of years have been rough on all of them. it seems like, every time they see each other, somebody’s lost something else --  a limb; a loved one; a prior ambition; a little bit more of their minds.  following lily’s death, nothing’s been the same. nothing’s been  ...  kind, to them.

nothing, that is, except for one another.

   “ door’s open. seriously. you need me t’ ring anybo-    --dy up, you tell me.   you need me to come get you     out of some shit?  you tell me.    but don’t sit there     ‘n fuckin’ deal wit’ it all by yourself.                                 ..  you’ve had a hard enough time                                                  staying in one piece. ”