#how unfortunate.

[a-night-at-the-masquerade]

happy international clown week!

Oh! An entire week, just for me? How deli-

Ah.

[no-shxme]

“We could terrorize,” Rhaast coaxes. “Make the world burn. You and me.”

Kayn doesn’t answer him. Perhaps it is the storm beating against the trees outside that’s occupying his attention. A strange mood. Maybe his recent meeting with Zed has something to do with it too. “Private lessons,” Kayn always mentions with pride. A fool. But a fool that Rhaast needs as long as he’s trapped in his damned prison. 

He tries to creep deeper into the boy’s mind, explores farther. “A thousand kills I could give you. The power to rend an army if you let me help you.” Thunder booms, so loud across the sky outside. A proper typhoon.

“Shut up,” Kayn speaks up suddenly and at first Rhaast is not sure if he’s talking to him or the storm. “Tell me something that’s true.”

For a second Rhaast doesn’t know what to say. Millenia have not prepared him to share a mind with someone else. He looks at Kayn, sitting cross legged on his bed, one hand on his weapon. What is this mood? He doesn’t know how to approach situations like this.

“What are you talking about?” He growls. 

“Can’t even do it,” Kayn snaps haughtily. “All you do is spit lies. I’m going to beat you.”

Rhaast laughs, strange in the human’s head. “You? A human? You’re more of an idiot than I already thought you were.”

“Shut up,” the human repeats, this time with more venom. Something dangerous has crept into his voice. The wind picks up outside, howling mad. Rhaast wonders if this is an opportunity.

“Struck a nerve?” He pushes harder, searching for the right words to wound with. “Your temperament is so weak. Pathetic.” 

Kayn tips the scythe off the bed from where it rests across his knees. His connection to his host is suddenly weakened as Rhaast clatters to the hard floor. Lightning flashes outside, casts dramatic shadows across the inside of the monastery. If Rhaast still breathed his breath would be caught in his chest.  For an instant Kayn’s pale eyes shine. 

“Tell me one true thing,” he snarls, angry. Rhaast can tell his temper is not directed at him. Could tell in the way he’d been knocked to the ground. How times have changed. Once considered a god, now tossed aside carelessly. It’s a sobering understanding. 

“You have freedom,” He confides quietly, dropping his act for a moment. “I want that.” 

Kayn’s irritation abruptly deflates. Rhaast watches him slowly undo his braid on the bed, eyes closed. The storm continues to rage on. It adds such a strange atmosphere. Almost unsettling. He can’t pinpoint exactly what it creates. Perhaps a feeling of finality, a reminder that some things will refuse to be forgotten.

For the rest of the night, they do not speak to each other. Rhaast is fine with that. He’s said too much. Tomorrow Rhaast will go back to picking the human apart. They are still relatively new to each other after all, and he has much to learn. He will enjoy exploring Kayn’s weaknesses. It helps keep his mind off of his own.

[cubeswombat100]

A Wombat Poses With Poise And Nobility, Preparing To Speak

Today I speak to you, my friends, all of you - regal and uncouth. Today I deliver the truth, I must convey in sooth the nature of the tooth. It is not mine to use and thus it will grow forever with you. This is not by my design. 

[what-the-fuck-is-anime]

...Not a gyudon...

Katsudon...

It reminds him of...someone.

[guro-girlie]

Ooohhhh so it's the OCD.....

[applewatchpls]

How do you describe the sun to someone who’s never seen the sky?

I am aroacespec gay Jason😭😭😭

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Uh-oh, how unfortunate.

[learningeye]

This particular evening I find myself deeply immersed in a book series I have discovered called The Magic Treehouse. It chronicles a pair of siblings exploring fictional and historical settings through the literal magic of reading; these settings are all sourced from Earth events and media, and while I have learned much of factual basis regarding these from my patron and grimoire, the colorful descriptions and wide-eyed but safely fictional character perspectives of this firsthand experience are very appealing to mentally picture. I have discovered it is a very long series, continued after the author’s death by close family, and while I am uncertain of these alternatively penned later volumes, I intend to read the entirety of the collection. There are 38 volumes, and graphic novel adaptations. I am quite excited for the opportunity to enact this “binge reading session”. :)