06-02-2021, 09:54 PM
CrownS
Crowns is, as usual, difficult to read behind his eager eyes and the gentle upturn at the corner of his lips. He searches his new friend’s face for a moment when he asks just what sort of fun the boy is interested in. Should he tell him? Should he keep the conversation lighthearted and easy? There are plenty of other party goers to talk to if Obscene ends up disliking whatever he suggests.
“Sometimes Rosebay and I like to see who can get the closest to dying and still come back. We’ve gotten very, very good at it,” he says with a laugh. They had poisoned each other and then tested their strength against all the odd little monsters in that eternal night. Now, he was bored with their old games and in search of new ones. He wanted to find the razor edge dividing this world from the next now that the veil had shifted back into place. There was more to lose, now.
“What about you, Obscene? What’s your favorite brand of fun?” He tilts his head and maintains that gentle grin despite the weight of his words or the ideas playing through his mind. His bright blue eyes watch as the other comes closer to enjoy the warmth that Crowns radiates. He likes to think that Obscene will not upset him the way Altar had, that he will answer in a way that will delight him.
“Better yet, what’s the closest you’ve come to dying?”
“Sometimes Rosebay and I like to see who can get the closest to dying and still come back. We’ve gotten very, very good at it,” he says with a laugh. They had poisoned each other and then tested their strength against all the odd little monsters in that eternal night. Now, he was bored with their old games and in search of new ones. He wanted to find the razor edge dividing this world from the next now that the veil had shifted back into place. There was more to lose, now.
“What about you, Obscene? What’s your favorite brand of fun?” He tilts his head and maintains that gentle grin despite the weight of his words or the ideas playing through his mind. His bright blue eyes watch as the other comes closer to enjoy the warmth that Crowns radiates. He likes to think that Obscene will not upset him the way Altar had, that he will answer in a way that will delight him.
“Better yet, what’s the closest you’ve come to dying?”
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.
@[Obscene]