SADDEST WORM EVER

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Iago can't take it anymore. They tug the covers down from where they were pulled up and over their ears, and stomp across the tiny space to loom over their brother's chatty, sleeping form. He wakes to two bright pink dots burning a hole in his skull.

"...Are you my sleep paralysis demon?"

Two little girls playing gently with a daddy long legs.

Girl 1: can it die?

" that's more of what our wizard is. " dex lets out a quiet laugh as if they're having a conversation with an acquaintance rather than the very person they are working against. they suppose it makes sense. keep your enemies closer & all. puck's not as serious as the other two, but they are not oblivious to the danger that he is. something that dex will worry about at a later time. if this chosen wants to aid them in their destruction, they're not going to pick a fight with him as well.

mismatched eyes follow his index finger & move into the direction silently, crouching down to place the explosive neatly into the corner. a single fireball should do the trick of setting the whole room ablaze. a shame that it will doom the nobles who are none the wiser to the absolute plot, but the city could probably use less of them anyhow. they've probably got plenty of good trinkets & gold in their pockets too, assuming that the explosion does not turn everything to ash. " are you and the archduke not on good terms or do you just like helping in your friend's demise? "

Puck  chuckles  at  how  readily  they  respond.  They  must  not  like  the  wizard  as  much  as  they  like  the  others.  Or,  perhaps  the  wizard  is  simply  worth  studying,  insect  under  a  microscope  style.

❝  Ah,  the  wizard.  I  would  like  to  take  a  bite  out  of  him.  ❞  And  he  could  not  possibly  mean  that  in  a  more  literal  sense  than  he  already  does.  There's  something  about  that  one.  He's  a  walking  bomb,  always  one  step  away  from  going  ka-boom  &  snuffing  out  the  entire  city.

Could  Puck  survive  even  that  ?

Huh.  That  would  be  an  interesting  experiment.

❝  Could  you  not  convince  him  to  use  that,  ah  -  ❞  His  fingers  drum  against  his  own  chest,  ❝  -  Orb  for  the  ceremony  ?   That  would  be  fun,  I  think.  More  dramatic,  certainly.  ❞

He  watches  with  amusement  as  Dex  sets  up  the  next  explosive  in  the  area  he'd  suggested,  a  truly  fascinating  display  of  trust  in  their  enemy  to  speak  honestly  regarding  an  attack  against  his  own  ally.  Not  that  Puck  had  deceived  or  led  them  astray,  but  he  had  expected  a  more  stubborn,  wary  response.

He  considers  the  question  Dex  poses.  His  eyes  flit  to  the  ceiling,  a  faint  hum  on  his  lips.  Neither  option  seem  quite  right  in  his  mind, though he supposes the latter is potentially accurate on a surface level.

❝  Enver  is  my  closest  living  friend.  Not  exactly  an  impressive  feat  to  achieve  when  one's  friends  consist  primarily  of  the  dead,  of  course.  ❞

Or  Sera.  Though  Sera  does  not  count  as  a  friend,  really.  She  is  more  of  a  nuisance.  A  pet  bug  in  a  jar,  if  you  will.

❝  But  I  would  not  say  I  am  helping  in  his  demise.  We  enjoy  challenging  one  another.  If  he  cannot  survive  this  encounter,  then  he  was  not  a  worthy  ally.  I  have  made  several  attempts  on  his  life  before  ;  I  am  sure  he  won't  mind.  ❞

The  likelihood  of  anyone  other  than  himself  possibly  surviving  several  runepowder  explosions  in  a  confined  space  does  not  seem  to  concern  him.

Simply  figure  it  out.

❝  I  find  the  decision  to  use  explosives  interesting.  Somewhat ironic, don't you think  ?  Considering his talents.  ❞

creecher-ifies your iago. deltarunification.