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[pyrotrolls]

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[pyrotrolls]

"Not over it" for Hydran

CW: murder, ED, 

TW: Persep 

“Why don’t you like feeding from trolls? You’re a blood drinker. It’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Hydran sat curled up in his hive, his new hive. The one he moved into after he left his first home. 

He didn’t know what was happening to him. He never believed in the blood drinker myths and didn’t know how to piece together the glowing skin, the thirst, god he was so thirsty. He had called the only person he knew who might have an idea. Of course in hindsight, it was a terrible idea to invite Persep over. 

Hydran still felt the uncomfortable chill when Persep looked him over. When he made that thoughtful hmm noise and in essential had told him he was a danger to them all. To everyone they knew. Hydran, you can’t stay here, you’ll snap and kill them all. Maybe it wasn’t those exact words, but the poetry language Persep spoke was long forgotten when the jist of the words were “you’re a monster now.” 

How could he argue? He left shortly after. No goodbyes, and god if only that was just his only regret. 

Even as he made a new life, moving to the woods away from people, trolls still found him. You could never truly be alone physically, no matter how much you felt it mentally. He had a friend online, a computer nerd that knew how to track his phone. Apparently when no one else cared he left, Hexton wanted to know why he ghosted him and Sarrca. 

When the bronze blood first showed up, Hydran was excited. He missed people. Felt so emotional knowing someone cared to find him. And when Hexton punched him, Hydran started seeing spades. And at first, it was okay. He was used to going hungry, long before he died he rarely ate. He never had the stomach for it. But this new hunger was more feral, like his nose did the thinking for him. He could suppress the way Hexton smelled, how he could hear his blood rush in his veins. He was living off his own blood, well living wasn’t really what he’d call it. 

Hexton vowed to stay, to help him, and they entered something like a blackrom, because neither could stand each other for anything else. And as the weeks went on, Hexton realized Hydran was sick, and getting sicker. You can’t drink your own blood and expect to be okay. But it’s not like Hydran knew that, he didn’t know anything about being a blood drinker... He knew that the more Hexton tried to touch him, tried to force him to drink water, that his blood kept calling to him. He was desperate to ignore the thoughts, tried to eat like Hexton suggested, only to throw it up. He knew what he wanted but refused to think about it. Refused to even wonder what it would taste like to have different blood. 

“You’re dying, I don’t know what you did to yourself, but you’re gonna die,” Hexton snarled, watching Hydran shake as he could barely move from the floor. 

“Why do you think he did something?” Hydran hissed.

“Because you’re stupid,” Hexton answered, walking over to sit on the floor next to him. “You’re insufferable. You’re stubborn. And I think you know what’s wrong. And it’s pissing me off you wont tell me.” 

Hydran felt his teeth ache, his saliva increase as he listened to his blood pusher pump. It was so loud he could barely process what Hexton was even saying. He was still talking, and Hydran could only think about biting him.

“He wants your blood.” Hydran whispered. 

“What?” 

The last bit of strength a dying troll could muster was spent pulling Hexton down, latching his teeth into his neck. Maybe it surprised Hexton so much that he didn’t move, Hydran didn’t know why he didn’t push him off. Hydran wished he did. But in the moment? The warm blood sliding down his throat was all he cared about. It burned, like wine did, and left the same light headed feeling like when you stood up too fast. And he drank until he felt so full it was painful. And the more he drank, the stronger he got, the more he could move, grab Hexton’s shoulders to hold him in place. Until there wasn’t blood left to drink, and there wasn’t life left in him. 

Hydran remembered so clearly the realization through the dazed fog. The way blood dripped from his lips and the way Hexton’s heart wasn’t making any more sounds. 

The worst part was he could hear Persep’s voice, reminding him this is what would have happened if he stayed. 

Hydran hated being a rainbow drinker. 

And when people asked, his first taste of living blood was a random stranger in the woods. If they even got an explanation at all. 

[sasster]

✘ Persep, if you think that about Aelium, why continue to interact with him?

He can be made better.

Wanna know my trolls secrets? Well, for the next 10 asks they’re telling straight truths!

2/10

[sasster]

So persep i wouldn’t say you were right or I was wrong but you were still bested and that’s kinda funny

I’m always right, Rhys.

[sasster]

I will send them asks but first...will you summarize their story because im a bit out of the loop and i want my asks to be relevant 👀

Okay!!!

Here’s a brief Summary of the Lycaons (as told by Reid Cooper)

Starting to feel like I’m only called out to talk about things no one else wants to talk about -- Whatever!

The Lycaons are a very...Weird family. The eldest being Thanat Lycaon. His ancestor title is The Embalmer, because well, he’s a mortician and I guess whoever was handing out titles that day was like “Eh Fuck it, Embalmer.” He’s a pretty chill dude, especially for a purple blood, I guess. I’ve read some of his journals, but when you find out the dude is still alive it feels pretty fucked up to keep..Reading their journals? I dunno. He has a really healthy respect for the dead and the concept of Death itself.

Then there’s Persep who was.. Is? An asshole. He’s like at his core one of the worst people, troll or otherwise, I’ve ever met. He has this crazy weird god complex and some sort of obsession with like being the best of the best. Like... Some sort of anime villain. He also had this weird obsession with knowing the future that no one talks about because it like took a backseat to all of the other weird and fucked up shit. There’s nothing healthy about Persep. Anyway he was so obsessed with the future he hunted his living ancestor down just to be like

“Oh cool. I decide that I hate you and am going to be nothing like you.” To which Thanat’s like “wow fuck you to kid.” and wanted to but didn’t kick him right into a garbage can. He could’ve! But he didn’t. He should have.

Annnd Aelium, Perseps twin. Who is like ... Not like the other two at all. Well. I mean I guess he is. He’s obsessed with like helping the living and finding ways to help keep the living alive I guess, which isn’t bad in and of itself. But it’s definitely not healthy to like... Be that opposed to the concept of people dying? I dunno. I barely know the guy. He’s obviously haunted by the shit his brother has been up to, but I think he’s got a good support system so he’ll get over it probably. Maybe?

Anyway uh wow I talk a lot.

>Thanat’s a cool grandpa >Persep is bad and needs to find his way back to hell >Aelium needs a hug.

[sasster]

♪♫ p*rsep

Holy | PVRIS

Doctor | Truslow

When I Was Done Dying | Dan Deacon

Fodder for the Elder Gods | Creature Feature

Send me these music notes (♪♫) and a troll and I’ll give you four songs that I relate to them!

[sasster]

[sasster]

aelium, has any of persep's past... friends... saw you and been scared? how do you deal with that?

~) Well, a few )x(f his friends were my friends bef)x(re I cut him fr)x(m my life -- |

~) N)x(t many are interested in rec)x(nnecting with me, given the givens |

~) S)x(me are d)x(wnright terrified )x(f me |

~) )x(thers believe that I might be just like him, hiding s)x(me ulteri)x(r m)x(tive |

~) I simply leave them be |

~) They d)x( n)x(t )x(we me anything, and I certainly d)x( n)x(t expect anything )x(f them |