My, my- Those eyes like fire

A compilation of things a muse of mine has said. Ranges from 100% seriousness to absolute chaos (but mostly chaos). Change pronouns / etc. when sending as needed.

tw for drinking/alcohol mentions, suggestive content, violence mentions, lots of swearing / insults, other non-PG shenanigans.

❝ Get the heart eyes away from me. ❞

❝ I can't help it, I'm just too hot. ❞

❝ Was I supposed to NOT be mean? ❞

❝ I am what the boomers like to call a "delinquent". ❞

❝ Just think before you say anything, "would I say this to [name] for fun", and if the answer is yes, do not say that shit to her. ❞

❝ Aw, did that hurt your little feelings? ❞

❝ Oh dear god, what torture are you going to put me through now? ❞

❝ Words cannot express how much I hate the words that I just read with my own two eyes. ❞

❝ Call me [nickname] again and I'll break your face. ❞

❝ If you turn that into a sex joke I swear to god — ❞

❝ Cursed. Horrible. Disappointing. ❞

❝ Adorable that you think you're worth the effort. ❞

❝ The only kink here is gonna be the one in your fucking spine. ❞

❝ One, I'm not your babe. Two, I will fucking strangle you. ❞

❝ Do you have a death wish or something? ❞

❝ Feel like doing something ridiculous? ❞

❝ I feel like this is what happens before someone walks into an intervention. ❞

❝ My entire support system is having a crisis right now. ❞

❝ I'm just not ready to deal with it right now. ❞

❝ I'm not gonna try to fix things and get myself in another fight as a consequence. ❞

❝ I fucked up and kinda shut down before I could. ❞

❝ I don't know how to make this right. ❞

❝ Maybe he's better off without me. ❞

❝ You went right back to blaming me for everything the first chance you got. ❞

❝ I imagine it's hard for you to feel sorry for anyone at all. ❞

❝ I can't catch a fucking break. ❞

❝ I actually liked the idea that we could maybe be friends and move past everything, but you're always going to think the worst of me. ❞

❝ I guess I did ruin everything, didn't I? ❞

❝ I needed to win to prove to myself that I could do it. ❞

❝ No no, this one is actually a good idea! ❞

❝ See, this is why you're perfect for each other. ❞

❝ Maybe he'll be more receptive to it if you're there. Or at least less hostile about it. ❞

❝ I think you're probably the only person who could get through to him on this. ❞

❝ I've had to do a lot of things I didn't want to do to try to get by. I get what that's like. ❞

❝ You're not a snack, you're a whole damn meal. Don't be humble. ❞

❝ Soooo I might have done something. ❞

❝ He's too much of a petty bitch for that. ❞

❝ I'm going to terrorize him. ❞

❝ Guess I better get the bullying out of my system before then. ❞

❝ Wow, that's like, third base. ❞

❝ Hold my [object] while I kick ass for you. ❞

❝ You're the cutest duck, though. ❞

❝ That's the option with the least violence. ❞

❝ You're probably the only person I trust that much. ❞

❝ Okay that was cute, you can have a kiss for that one. ❞

❝ Um, that's me. I'm the Precious here. ❞

❝ I'm a scam of a person. ❞

❝ Don't worry, I'm sure all her murder energy is focused on [name]. ❞

❝ Want me to make mean faces at them? ❞

❝ There is something and I need you for impulse control. Or you can enable me, that's cool too. ❞

❝ Yeah but like, we're little shits by choice. He's a little shit out of hatred or spite or whatever the fuck fuels him to act like this. ❞

❝ I'm pretty sure my brain stopped working several times. ❞

❝ It's scandalous! I mean we're just SO wholesome and innocent. ❞

❝ People might start to think we're in love or something. ❞

❝ Getting kicked out of [location] sounds fun. ❞

❝ They are looking at me with their EYES. ❞

❝ . . . I've never seen that. ❞

❝ The trauma is half the fun. I'm just melodramatic. ❞

❝ Don't tell me how to breathe, mouth breather. ❞

❝ Why were you listening you fucking creature !? ❞

❝ Dude go to fucking therapy, I'm not even kidding. ❞

❝ I need to bleach my brain. ❞

❝ It was for safety purposes you nasty bastard! ❞

❝ Dishonor on you, gambling satan! ❞

❝ I don't know how you're still alive. ❞

❝ You call me the antichrist and accuse me of being pregnant at least three times per month. He gives me hugs and pizza. ❞

❝ No you're right, I set my expectations too high. ❞

❝ Why did you bet on THIS of all things oh my fucking god??? ❞

❝ Everyone's always like "[name] you have daddy issues" but I have no dad to have issues with so??? ❞

❝ I will beat you to death with your own limbs. ❞

❝ You Gary Busey lookin' bitch. ❞

❝ We have to watch you guys make bedroom eyes at each other all the time, we just want it to stop. ❞

❝ You use my horny behavior against me, it's only fair I get to use yours against you. ❞

❝ I have no sense of self preservation. It's why I get into so many fights. ❞

❝ Glad to know you approve of horrendously spiteful revenge tactics. ❞

❝ I may talk shit but I do worry about you. ❞

❝ Oh, I'm completely vile. I'm well aware. ❞

❝ At least I don't look like I got hit by a school bus because the driver thought you were a threat to the children on board. ❞

❝ Why are you the way that you are? I hate so much about the things you choose to be. ❞

❝ Well maybe you should, I don't know, talk to him about his trauma before you give him sex advice? Seems a bit out of order. ❞

❝ [name], don't touch my baby boy! ❞

❝ Did he drop kick my son !? ❞

❝ You told me you dropped [name/object] down the stairs, I do not trust you. ❞

❝ Say sike right now !! ❞

❝ Is this actually happening?? Am I having an aneurysm???? ❞

❝ I feel like this was a big accomplishment, we came out of this with no attempted murder. So it's a win. ❞

❝ Maybe we DO have the power of god and anime on our side. ❞

❝ I don't know if I trust you two drinking around each other. ❞

❝ I said behave oh my fucking god. ❞

❝ Do it for Voltron! ❞

❝ You like [food/brand/name], you clearly have no taste. ❞

❝ No breaking of the sacred pinky oath! ❞

❝ That was so stupid, but thanks for the attempted save. ❞

❝ I'm gonna hit you in the dick with a car while listening to the Power Rangers theme song, and I'm gonna have so much fun doing it, dickhead. ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 & 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

The  best  revenge  is  not  to  be  like  your  enemy.

The  best  revenge  is  living  well.

Unfortunately,  we're  all  out  of  'bitter  revenge'  at  the  moment,  so  it's  either  tea  or  nothing.

Revenge,  the  sweetest  morsel  to  the  mouth  that  ever  was  cooked  in  hell.

Revenge  may  be  wicked,  but  it’s  natural.

Tell  me,  Is  revenge  a  science,  or  an  art?

Beware  the  fury  of  a  patient  man.

Careful,  [Name].  You’re  ill-suited  to  the  revenge  game.

Revenge  is  not  sweet;  it  is  gloomy  and  a  waste  of  time.

Our  souls  may  be  consumed  by  shadows,  but  that  doesn't  mean  we  have  to  behave  as  monsters.

There  is  no  such  thing  as  justice,  all  the  best  that  we  can  hope  for  is  revenge.

Justice,  like  beauty,  is  in  the  eye  of  the  beholder.  Some  see  an  innocent  victim.  Others  will  see  evil  incarnate  getting  exactly  what's  deserved.

There  is  nothing  wrong  with  revenge.  The  wrong  has  already  been  done,  or  there  would  be  no  need  to  even  the  score.

𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

Let  the  flames  begin.

I  swore  on  my  knees  at  the  altar  where  you  held  me  that  I  would  kill  you. 

I  will  hurt  you  for  this.  I  don't  know  how  yet,  but  give  me  time. 

I  want  to  commit  the  murder  I  was  imprisoned  for.

And  you,  you  better  run  because  I'm  going  to  destroy  you  for  what  you've  taken  from  me.

I  will  write  your  name  in  the  ruin  of  them.  I  will  paint  you  across  history  in  the  color  of  their  blood.

If  someone  murders  your  child,  find  a  machete  and  take  his  head  off.

Revenge  is  what  I  want.  Nothing  but  pure  unadulterated  revenge. 

An  eye  for  an  eye  is  never  enough.  Never,  never,  never.

I  will  grind  your  bones  to  dust.

If  you  have  to  injure  someone,  then  make  it  so  severe  that  his  vengeance  need  not  be  feared.

The  hour  is  late,  and  the  time  for  forgiveness  has  passed.  This  is  the  hour  of  blood.

I  will  be  everywhere  you  look  but  nowhere  to  be  found  and  that  will  be  my  revenge.

I'm  going  to  carve  my  name  into  his  soul

You  don’t  have  any  reason  to  be  mad  at  me.  You  stole  my  life  and  I  stole  it  back.

(It's his eyes; they way they remind him of his brother, of looking in the mirror at himself. They shoot past every wall he's put up, every guard he's painstakingly built into iron defenses. It pisses him off.)

"Get up." He managed to survive Knives, somehow. If he's left here now, he'll likely die. Or be re-enslaved by the next group of humans to pass through the area. He'd made the mess, so he should probably take responsibility for it Knives supposed. A moment of deliberation, another glance at the child before he looks to the sky with a frown. The suns, specifically.

Humans needed protection from the suns, didn't they? Or they'd burn. Useless, no protection from the uv rays. A sigh, and his cloak slips from his shoulders to drop over the other's head with an annoyed sound.

"Legato, then. That'll be your name." Another flick of his eyes to the sky. Blue, a bright summer sky. Good enough.

'Legato. Legato Bluesummers'.

A name. His name.

He can't help peering up at his savior from beneath the curtain of his hair, holding the cloak tightly around his body like a lifeline. He's completely in awe of him, to put it lightly. He's without a doubt the strongest person that Legato has ever seen. There's an air of danger about him, something almost untouchable. It reminded him of when he was allowed outside once and he'd spent nearly ten minutes trying to lure a cat over so he could pet it. Every step he took closer to the feline, it would calmly back away the same amount. Not angry or hissing, but aware of just how much distance it took to remain a hair's breadth out of his reach.

The cat simply looked at him impassively, flicking the tip of it's tail. That's how the Angel-maybe-Devil stared back at him, just the same strange and silently judgmental air of superiority. It was earned, to such a person, Legato was simply another pathetic weakling. He wanted to be stronger, hoped that maybe with enough time, he might learn.

"It's been three days. They only let me have water because... I tried to escape," he replies, that much he was aware of. He was also certain they'd only kept him hydrated because he would have died otherwise and then there'd be no one left to punish. No one left to torment.

Well, now they were dead. It was a shame that he couldn't have stayed longer to shove more pieces of glass and rebar into their eyes, but the brain could only function so long once removed from the rest of the body.

He hurries after the blonde, having to take more steps simply to keep up with his gait and stride.

"Who are you?"

Finding the child still alive had been unexpected; Knives had been sure that he'd killed everything living within the city fortress. Bar the worms, he'd been careful not to spear any of them on his blades. Zazie wouldn't have appreciated it if he had.

But somehow...

He scowled, taking in their appearance and the shackles. Slave child, then. Not the first he'd encountered, but they were usually dead by the time he finished clearing out the trash.

(They had the same eyes as his brother when he'd crashed the ships, Knives noted distantly. For that, he'd let them live.)

The mayor always liked to make threats about them, that whatever Hell on earth he was going through would be nothing if he was thrown to those men like a lamb leg at a pack of starving dogs. He almost wanted to talk back in those moments: Go ahead, shit-for-brains, do it. If they actually kill me in the process, then everybody wins.

It's always the anger and the regret he can feel more than the pain. He can't even feel it now, ignoring the blood streaking down his thighs and drying tacky as the sun bakes it into his dusky skin- Just holding his fingers tight against the thin laceration at the side of his neck.

He couldn't help gawking at the sheer level of destruction only one singular being had caused. Buildings laid to ruin like they had been no more than stacks of cards. Such power and effortless grace was nothing some mere human could accomplish.

Was this some kind of test? Maybe his rescuer was an honest to God Angel come to save him from his miserable existence.

Or maybe the blonde was the Devil and he was playing right into his hands.

"What's your name?"

The question snaps him back to the present, golden eyes widening slightly in shock that he was even asked. His gaze is quickly averted due to shame, hot tears of both relief and abject embarrassment welling at the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill down each gaunt cheekbone.

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“Gato!”

He raises one arm high over his head to wave enthusiastically and instantly regrets it as a sharp pain follows. He winces and lowers his hand more carefully though the smile barely slips, too overjoyed to see his friend than to be bothered much by the healing gunshot wound in his shoulder. It hadn’t been a clean shot and the caliber was bigger than average, so even with the enhanced rate he tended to heal at, Vash is still recovering more slowly than he’d prefer. And of course, it didn’t help that the altercation had been fairly recent.

That’s part of the reason why he’d chosen this city to hide out in. News from the outside world always seemed a little longer than usual to reach this city and he suspect- hopes rather, that it’s the case this time as well. Maybe there were better, farther options, but a larger and more selfish part of him wanted to see Gato again. Too much time has passed since his last visit and he wouldn’t be surprised if his friend is at least a little put out with him. Given the way that small, warm smile freezes Vash can already foresee that might be the case. He will just have to cross that bridge when he gets to it, opting now to squeeze himself through the flow of traffic to reach the younger boy.

The cheesecake is kept cradled to his chest and he twists this way and that to avoid it getting squashed during his efforts. This earns him a few dirty looks as he bumps into various individuals, but some of the mass parts for him and he eventually manages to come to a stop in front of his friends, only slightly out of breath.

“Phew! It sure is busy this morning. Is it some kind of holiday?” He glances down briefly to confirm the state of his cake box and then looks back at Gato, expression eager and just a touch anxious. An angry red line along the circumference of his neck peeks out over the collar of his coat as he looks past his friend at the display of sugar being spun and stretched behind him. He whistles his approval.

"Festival coming up, so people want to prepare..." he explains with a light shrug, nervously tugging at the swooping curve of one of the longer strands of hair framing his face. He can't even recall the last time they'd sent him to a barber to get trimmed, as that was his main selling point. Still, he sometimes wishes he could do something a little... different than the norm. This was probably about the only time he's ever fretted about his appearance at all.

"I have not, actually. Do you want to request something?" he inquires, smirking at the other male, silently wondering if Vash had a favorite animal (he seemed like a dog person).

His smiles fades as he notices the careful way in which the other holds himself, as though favoring a side of his body. Then there's the strange mark around his neck- Panic courses through him like ice freezing in his veins. Had Vash been attacked by members of the syndicate?

"Did something happen to you?" he asks worriedly, trying to peer at the blonde's sloping neck.

"Were you attacked on your way here? Did they have tattoos?"

It would make sense if he'd been careless and the way he's been moping about like some fisherman's widow staring out at sea, if someone had noticed his companionship with Vash... and clearly didn't approve of the obvious lack of money lining their pockets.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of act Vash engaged in to make himself feel better. Taking time out of his responsibilities to visit and lavish him with sweets, all in exchange for little more than a smile and friendly conversation- It was strange, to say the least. At the same time, he absolutely craved the social interaction, so maybe he could play along for now.

anyone wanna recommend legato a therapist?

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