#wc:264

[phthalovoid-blog]

@knifedindunwall

Delilah has been fiddling with the device she woke up with on and off. It’s peculiar, but she thinks she’s been getting the hang of it. She’s found the contacts, apparently a list of individuals that one can send a kind of letter to or call.

She doesn’t recognize most of the names as she idly scrolls, wandering down the streets of Crises--back towards the Palilicium--as she does. She’s figured out multitasking in such a way too. But she comes to a halt at one name. She feels a sneer tug at her lips, a burn of deep hatred. Daud. Killer of the Empress, marked by the Outsider, the pathetic bastard who trapped her--

Calm now, Delilah. Where is that function for letter writing? She starts to walk again. Faster, more intently, eyes fixed on her phone.

TO: Daud FROM: Delilah Copperspoon

[msg] Daud. So terribly bold of you to have your name out there in this peculiar device. I suppose you thought you were safe? You were wrong. [msg] I will burn you, Daud. I will sink my hands into your ribs and tear out your heart. [msg] I will grow thorny vines within you and watch them tear you apart from the inside. [msg] Yhf

Her shoulder smacks into someone else’s and her finger slips. As she stumbles, she whirls on the new target of her wrath. “Watch--” And then she lays eyes on him. Daud. She stares at him for a moment, phone clutched tight in her hand. The next word comes out more in a snarl than anything else.

“You.”

[trying-to-follow-my-totem]

Kiss the Beast // Denahi and the Beast

the-hopeless-beast:

“It’s not like anyone wants to be around me anyway. So what does it matter to you?” He asked crossly. He ignored the man who was nearby and wanted nothing to do with him.

“Just go away. I already know why you’re here.” He did. He had been the target of lots of dares already and he was starting to feel quite a certain way. He wouldn’t admit it and he wouldn’t dare cry or act up in front of them all. He was already feared and he didn’t need for them to have more of a reason.

“Just go back to your friends already.” He said with a gruff and looked away from him, setting his gaze back towards the water.

trying-to-follow-my-totem

Denahi wasn’t sure what he was expecting by greeting the Beast. He hadn’t spoken to him personally, but everyone Denahi knew was a mix of curious and intimidated by the guy. He could see why, though -- he was huge, and strange, and didn’t come off as very friendly. But instead of seeming scary or mean, Denahi thought he seemed... miserable. 

He wasn’t the wisest kid around -- really, he was probably a little dumb -- but Denahi could put two and two together. Being stuck at a camp where nobody wanted to be around you wasn’t much fun. He had said it himself, in his flimsy greeting to the Beast. 

Rather than actually going away though, Denahi stepped out from behind his tree and trudged along down the small hill to the lakeside to join the Beast. He didn’t stand quite next to him -- that seemed like a breech of personal space in regard to a guy who could snap him in half like a bendy straw -- but he stood along the waters edge a few feet away.

“I guess the guys were pretty loud, huh...? I’m sorry. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to,” he said, assuming the Beast must know the entire dare, if he ‘knew why he was here’. That was embarrassing. He nudged a rock a bit with the tip of his shoe. “I got laughed at a lot, too, when I first showed up at camp. You can make friends faster if you take on dares, though, even if you end up acting pretty silly. It’s like a rite of passage sorta thing. Did you ever think of trying one?” 

the-hopeless-beast