New Gear
luminescentlyricist asked: othamo and jezakk first meeting, please :o)zzz alright, i cant argue with that. i love writing about our clowns :o)8 fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 900 words (short) pov: 3rd person (othamo)
YOUR NAME IS OTHAMO OCULUS. and it is another grueling day at the circus.
well, maybe he was being too harsh about it.
the past few days in the troupe had been rather uneventful, the acts played quite typical per usual. othamo had canceled his act for the week because it simply didn’t live up to his expectations when he was practicing for it — as much as the ringmaster would disapprove. othamo was stubborn with his acts — if they weren’t perfect when practice, they weren’t fit to be seen. and the puppeteer's blindness made the room for errors in his acts even thinner.
there was a buzz going about the troupe today that there was someone new ‘visiting.‘ othamo knew what this meant.
the ringmaster - or the mordant king, albeit othamo refused to call him that — had roped another troll into the circus via his unethical tactics. most, if not all the members of the circus here joined the same way this recruit would, although othamo and a troll he caught himself were spared of this tactic.
oh well, their loss. if they managed to get pulled in, it was their own fault.
othamo was rather intently focused on the dull clicks of his claws against a glass jar. coarse marionette strings laid clumped inside the bottle and he gently yanked at them as he pulled a few free. crossing the thread over his claws he began to tie the strings to each finger slowly, a low hum leaving his lips as the familiar feeling brought a toothy grin to his face. oh, how he loved to puppeteer. how a simple twitch of the claws could bring life to a marionette, allow it to tell its own story. the sound of their wooden joints clicking together instinctively filled his ears and brought a flushed feeling of ease to othamo.
lost in thought, the purple blood blundered into another body. a loud crash as his jar of strings fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred little shards that othamo would likely find later dug into his shoe heels. he hadn’t even realized he had been moving in the first place and only furthered his confusion as he jerked back, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat as he harshly breathed in the scent of the other.
the smell that filled the blind troll's nose was nowhere near familiar. this only brought his lips back further, gleaming sharp teeth becoming visible like some feral cat. if he had any fur, it would be pricked with anger.
“wh⊙ are y⊙u?“ othamo spat. mingled within the sharp scent of the stranger othamo could pick up the faint, bittersweet smell of their purple blood, but this did not quell his anger. but the follow-up tang that followed caused othamo’s smile to crack at the edges, going further than it naturally should. this was a smell he liked. the smell of fear.
“uHm-“ they stuttered, fumbling with their words. their shoes scuffled against the cold floor as othamo advanced towards them, his impatient thin. he backed them into a corner - or at least, he thought so, as they stopped moving - and leaned closer to their face.
the citrus-y smell of fear wafted off their face in volumes. nervous mumbling came from them as they fought to form a sentence, othamo’s looming figure catching them off guard.
“I - am THe neW RecRUiT... jeZAkK. jeZAKK IMEtat.“ they finally managed through their breaths. this brought a low snicker from othamo.
"⊙h~" othamo leaned back. his spine popped as he straightened, the hostility seeming to vanish from his face. he quirked a brow. "is that s⊙? my deepest ap◎l◉gizes then." a few beats of silence passed before he let out a small snort. "n⊙t. I d⊙nt care if we're the same bl◎‿◉d — kn⊙w y⊙ur place, newbie. y⊙u are inferi⊙r t⊙ the likes ⊙f me." othamo snarled, jerking forward and causing the other troll to flinch backward in fear. his smile grew sinister as he then slowly rose once more, body creaking, and popped the collar of his cape out again. "im n⊙t exactly f⊙nd ⊙f grubs interrupting me. d⊙ y⊙u have any excuse f⊙r h⊙w rudely y⊙u destr⊙yed my mari⊙nette string jar?" othamo asked, clasping his claws together. he swiftly realized that he didn’t have all of his strings tied on due to the run-in, and his claws clenched together tightly. silence rose from jezakk.
“i.. uhM.. No? i diDn't meAN tO, i swEar-“ othamo claws dig into jezakk’s cheek. he firmly clutched the side of the smaller troll's face, grin growing. his jaw lets out a crack as if he was preparing to unhinge his mouth and bite jezakk’s face off.
“then y⊙u ⊙we me~“ his claws dragged underneath jezakk’s chin, the sharp nails just barely avoiding nicking the soft flesh. a low rumble came from othamo’s chest as he purred, although this purr was not pleased. he slowly draws his hand away as purple rippled into his lifeless eyes. vision poured into othamo’s eyes as his chucklevoodoos latched onto jezakk, othamo’s face visible once more to him through jezakk’s eyes. he clasps his claws together excitedly as he lets out a low chuckle, straightening up once more. he then released them to reach out for jezakk to grab hold of his shoulder.
“let’s get g⊙ing then, shall we?“