XX. ━━ he definitely shouldn’t have taken a drink. it wasn’t like it was marceline’s fault; she asked him to take one with her and it would have been his first of the night even if he’s been milling around for awhile. it’s not like she could have known that the drinks were tainted, let alone that the spell on them ripened into something even more rotten. this euphoria, this truth - there’s no way it could have been a so -called innocent prank. even if connor felt like telling someone off, the closest person to him at the time being marceline herself, the spell wouldn’t let him - it would only let him say the truth which of course, was that he didn’t find fault with her.
so now, he’s stuck. better to just keep his fucking mouth shut for the rest of the night.
the problem is, he has friends who make this hard. enter carwyn, in all his bloody wartorn glory. or at least, that was his rendition of war. connor rolls his eyes at the getup, mouth pulling back into a sneer of disgust. “ does that feel as gross as it looks? ” perhaps, morbid curiosity but it’s got his mouth talking.
shit.
thankfully, carwyn doesn’t know that he took a drink from the black goblet. he doesn’t know that so much is running through his head and he can’t decipher it at all, like how cool he actually thinks carwyn looks or how pretty corinna is or where corinna could have gotten to. all of these are secret thoughts, but the problem is, they’re shuffled and he can’t tell if they’re what he’s thinking, or what he’s saying.
hopefully though, carwyn won’t be alerted to his little dilemma. hopefully, he can keep his fucking mouth shut.
━━ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, @inkfanged