#twiceasmad

[xdownxthexrabbitxholex-blog]

❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞

Rabbits lips pursed lightly, his head tilting to the side as he sighed slightly in defeat. “If you had come of as a better person in the past you wouldn’t be thought of like that. Less of a little trickster.” He found himself looking to the side as he searched for the proper words to say, clearing his throat as if it would make them easier to speak. “... But, even so-- I don’t think you’re so bad. I mean, I’m sure it’s no consolation.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly, crossing his arms tightly as if hugging himself. “But I wouldn’t be off the farm without you. You really can’t be a bad guy.”

[scarletfable]

❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

 Turning away Puck crossed his arms, starring silently at his flowers as the twitched and drooped to reflect his current mood. He hated harming them, but his magic at times was simply something he couldn't control.

 “Of course I do, Chess. This business is important to you, I understand. I’ll do what I can no to bring anymore riff raff around.”

[scarletfable]

A Deers Wooden Mask /closed.

 “But I never said I’d lend you money.” Standing at the backdoor Puck leaned against the bricks of Wonderland, the alley behind the building wreaking of rotten food and various other layers of filth. A very odd is somewhat waking contrast to the garden like scents which filled the decorated rooms within.

 Taking a long drink from the beer in hand he reached up to loosen his tie, starring across the pavement at a man much older and larger than he was. Red headed, thick accent, Scottish without a doubt. If brought toe to toe he towered over the other Fable. Oddly enough Puck himself seemed beyond unfazed by the tantrum being thrown only a few feet away. Even when a metal trashcan flew towards him and smashed into the wall only several inches away.

 “You promised me if I needed help-”

 “Right, and this isn't help. Don’t think I’m stupid Dunwich, you’re itching for a fix, nothing else.”

 Abruptly the dubbed ‘Dunwhich’ advanced on him, yet still Puck showed very little in the ways of being frightened. Taking another swing he smacked his lips.

 “I’ll break your neck, Goodfellow.”

 “Oh no. Please, don’t so that. Oh.”