A Dead Tea

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You can call me Cog/Hades! my pronouns are He/It. I've been alive for 20 years so far.

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Deaf/Mute Villain

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“Why do you come here?”

The old woman paused, having been kneeled before the cave’s mouth. She’d brought an offering, one of bread and wine, just as she had for most of her life. 

Her hands remained clasped, but the beginning of her prayer had caught in her throat. 

There was a long moment of silence, and the woman almost considered that she had hallucinated the voice. 

But no, it returned. 

"I am... Tired."

The sentence made Henchman pause from unraveling the blueprints on their boss’s desk.

"Tired, Boss?" they ask, looking up at the seated criminal before them. "Would you like me to come back another time?"

"No. Pushing things off until later won't fix anything," Villain murmurs, resting their head on the back of their hand. “It’s not that kind of tired.” 

The henchman’s brows furrow slightly. “...I don’t think I understand.”

The villain lets out a small sigh. “..No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” 

There’s a moment of silence that fills the room. 

A siren who wants to be able to share their music with the world but doesn't want to affect people with their song.

"You spelled that wrong."

"Wha- No I didn't."

"Ransom doesn't have a d in it, Hero."

perhaps do you have something about a human royalty with a vampire? <3

"Oh, good morning your highness," the vampire says teasingly from their spot on the cell floor. "I'm glad you could finally take some time out of your busy schedule to come see me after all these years."

"It has been a month," the royal responds evenly.

"Has it now?" The vampire goes to stand, the chains that confine them to the wall behind them clattering together.

The royal's heart jumps at the movement, though they force themself to remain poised.

"Apologies, it seems I can't tell time correctly with no access to a clock or a window," the vampire continues, stepping forward on wobbly knees.

"And I suppose starvation also adds to the illusion of time warping. Tends to make time pass slower in my experience." They are definitely thinner than when they first met the royal, eyes now glowing a dark red to indicate just how much hunger is eating away at them.

The royal watches as the vampire approaches, steeling themself as the chains pull taut, stopping the monster just before the bars.

"I have been providing you with food. Supplements to your-"

"Poison," the vampire interrupts with a hiss, grabbing the bars of the cell suddenly; slightly delighting in the way the royal jumps. "Pigs' blood does nothing but eat away at my insides. It would only kill me faster than starving."

"I... I see how you look at them. You're in love with them, aren't you?" Civilian says, barely holding back tears.

tw poison, almost dying?

"You look like shit."

The bedridden hero's head immediately whips towards the voice. "Supervillain!" They scowl and try to sit up, fighting against the weakness in their bones and aches in their muscles so that they can defend themself.

"Stay laying down, I don't need you dying right now," Supervillain responds, putting a hand on hero's shoulder to easily push them back down onto the bed.

Hero hisses in pain, and the world seems to swirl around them as they accept defeat, sinking into the soft pillows. "What do you want?" they demand, attempting to glare up at the powerful figure before them. "Did you come here to gloat about my upcoming death? Did you want to make me suffer worse than I already am? Or did you want to kill me first before the poison gets the chance?"

"No," Supervillain responds simply, taking their hand off of the sweaty hero to reach into their pocket. "I came here to bring you something." They remove their hand from the pocket and place a vial on the side table.

Hero's brow furrows in confusion, "what's that?"

"The antidote to what's killing you. You can have Sidekick give it to you, I'm not doing everything."

The hero's confusion only grows, "the antidote- You- but why?"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Oh come on, it's one kiss and it's going to literally save the world!"

I shouldn't have gotten your hopes up, I apologize. I honestly did think I was going to return to this story but I have lost my connection with it.

I feel as though it's not even my own writing at this point. Feel free to do whatever the hell you all want with it, I feel like it's no longer mine anymore haha.

“It’s unusual to see someone so young having so much power. I must say, I am impressed with how quickly you've risen to the top.” 

“I have no time for your unnecessary flattery. Get to the point,” Supervillain states simply. 

“Right. My apologies. I’ve come to you today because, if given the opportunity, I’d like to work together.”

The human trembles in their hiding place, their rapid breathing muffled by their shaking hands.

The sound of the monster's rhythmic footsteps and slow singing fill the long-abandoned warehouse.

The monster sings so beautifully and so casually that it's almost possible for the human to forget that they're being hunted. Almost.