#ref: trabant

[devotionwing]

Look there's nothing wrong with aspiring to be a trophy wife. {Leo to Trabant because they're hate friends }

“Are you referring to your own ambitions? I thought you’d have to be at least twice as cute as you are now to aspire to such lofty goals, Leo~.” And he’s just going to return the sass without taking the bait, although this still felt like low-hanging fruit. Marriage was a hassle he had no interest in, after all.

[devotionwing]

dreadfullyquiet

Is that a challenge? Sounds like a challenge. Taking the beer can he takes a swig, gulping large amounts of amber liquid before pointing at Trabant with the Wiimote.

Bitch I will stomp your ass! Me and my boy Yoshi will fuck you UUUUPP!!

It’s what he wants to say, but he forgot he’s mute. Instead he’s making wild gestures, his face contorting oddly as he over exaggerates his mouth movements and partially signing with his hands full in the process. Another attempt to talk smack makes him drop his can of beer as he tries to sign with it, resulting in a silent SHIT! from Leo.  

Oh gods is the blond ever wasted and the exaggerated flailing is enough to make Trabant start laughing as he fishes around for a controller. It’s when his head is down, sparing glances to the side to catch glimpses of attempted signing that the can drops and causes the brunet to fall to the floor roaring with laughter.

“Are you fuckin’ serious, Leo!?” He’s laughing too hard now, it’s not his carpet the beer is soaking into - who even has carpet these days? It’s awful - and finally fishes out one of the gamecube controllers still connected to the console.

“If that’s the extent of your coordination you’re so fucked, brat. Just watch!” Well, watch when he finally picks his drunk ass up off the ground from laughing. Breathe... Gotta breathe then sit up. Gotta whip this little shit into place after all.

[devotionwing]

Leo just can't lose this patient, he just can't. He's trying to concentrate, but the damn nurse! He just! Can't! Concentrate!! SHUT UP NURSE! I KNOW WHAT'S BEST!

The man beside him just grumbles and runs a hand through his own hair, watching Leo practically throw the damn wiimote through the tv screen with one of his gestures.

“Look.” Trabant starts, the incessant tone of the virtual nurse uttering something about magical whatever -- what kind of medical game is this -- and tries to shove another can of beer towards Leo’s free hand.

“You’re obviously either too drunk or not drunk enough, but whatever it is you should have another beer and maybe actually play me in Mario Kart or something so I can, I don’t know, kick your fucking ass.”

[devotionwing]

//- Playing around a bit with some scanning in my downtime :) Above: Seeing how well I can scan such tiiiny art from the novel set, Cuan’s final moments in the Yied Desert.

Below: The bloodline tree in this particular set of novels.

[devotionwing]

Rough Touch

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

RNG chose Trabant so..

There was no doubt in the King’s mind that this kid hadn’t shown up just to go back on his way. That look in his eyes was too -- Trabant couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he didn’t like it. It was the look of someone who still couldn’t surrender their idealistic nature to the harshness of this world.

Fingers tightened further around the boy’s throat, unsure of how their conflict had grown to this point but not in any state to complain or to cease his actions.

He’d remove the life from this potential pest before it could become a real problem and go about his business as he always had.

[devotionwing]

{Rough Touch -> Trabant}

3. Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

That.. this wasn’t what he’d been expecting from this confrontation at all. Somehow the talks of politics (specifically his demands to know why even more of the Lopt Bishops were interfering in his rule) had degenerated to little more than violence, and the frail-looking boy had turned out to be much more powerful than Trabant had anticipated.

He’d heard stories, but had been loathe to believe them - a kid couldn’t have that sort of power. That didn’t change the fact that he had been more than easily winded by a blast of magic and now as he pushed himself back up the dark prince had grabbed hold of his hair and pushed back down on his back with the other boot. 

Teeth clenched he did his best to control himself, to prevent an outburst of yelling at Yurius that would only make things worse. This was bad enough, not to mention thoroughly humiliating. All he could do was growl and wait for the other to be satisfied with this damn game.

[devotionwing]

❝You should worry about your own fucking situation.❞ {Trabant}

“As should you, child. If you desire to continue persisting as a thorn in my side though I won’t hesitate to send you to meet your parents.” Trabant clicked his tongue in irritation, Leaf’s smart mouth was enough to make him want to strike the boy down on the spot. Hand gripped his lance tighter and he wondered why he even hesitated, if it was because that glare in the teen’s eyes was all to familiar to him…

“Disgusting..”

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❝In some tiny little bottled up way, deep inside… you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong. (Because it gives you an excuse to just… stop pretending).❞ {Arion -> Trabant}

The king found himself pausing for a moment at his son’s observation. He wanted to brush it off, to flat out deny it but what good would that do? Arion was an intelligent young man and it was growing rarer by the day that Trabant could find it justifiable to hold back in his words.

Arion was to be a King, these sorts of observations would serve him well in his rule and what better than a son to point out flaw in his own father?  Trabant was no fool, he knew that the ways he was slipping lately were being detected and those closest to him were certainly starting to notice. In a sense he felt backed into a corner and how much would he have to tear apart to break free?

“Most people are looking for excuses to act the way they want. I may have to hold myself to a higher standard than that, it’s true, but all of us are pretending, Arion. Not one person is how they claim to be and excuses make things easy.” He growled softly, voice remaining level. More excuses would be welcomed by Trabant these days, rare as they were presently.