daemonis invidia

whoop, hi everyone!! sorry it took me awhile to get back to this blog --- exams kicked my ass, and then the holidays started up and getting my shit back together had been kinda difficult since. I have a bunch of rps I need to respond to here, so I’ll get to them tomorrow!!

        “ doesn’t it? that’s good, tickling makes you laugh and laughing is a sign of joy. ” alright, now it sounds like he’s talking to a child. Etty holds hold him much the way you would a cat, under its arms on both sides, or like in the LION KING because he rose the demon up to be above even his own head.

     the swinging was something he decided to add on his own. “ you really are as light as you look! but you might not wanna flail around so much, if I drop you you might fall as hard a rock would. ” 

      “Stop talking to me! I know what fucking LAUGHTER is, I’m not an i-idiOT--” Bercilak’s jabbing was immediately cut off by another bout of shrieking giggles and unstopped flailing.

      And of course, Bercilak was never one to listen, so even if he wasn’t being tickled by the other’s touch, he would’ve been flailing anyway. He isn’t so lost in his laughter though as to totally be unaware of himself, so as the other lifts him up high, Bercilak attempts to swing his foot back and kick the other in the chest or face.

Gemüse thought he talked a lot.

He shrugged as he went on; that was about how that worked, you couldn’t really understand a certain type of world if you weren’t born in that world.  

He didn’t really care about his personal looks, so the compliment to the color was lost on him.  (It was hard to look good with a nigh-permanent rash on his face.  He gave up on that long ago.)  Plus, the color was strongly related to his Alignment, which garnered all sorts of reactions from people.  He held no affection for it.  His appearance anymore was meant to be a joke.  Which… kind of hurt.  

He shrugged again.  “I run into weird things all the time.  It’s just polite not to comment on it.”  

       “Ohhhh... I see. I guess that kinda makes sense...?” Bercilak tilts his head curiously. “Politeness, huh? Kyeck, I’m not very good at that either.”

       No shit. Bercilak sometimes exhibited such a low self-awareness, it was no wonder the guy was so... rude and so much all the time. He really didn’t care about too much, really, and mostly did whatever floated his boat. Such as asking several uncomfortable questions without knowing how to or when to stop.

...I was supposed to be working on an essay but this wouldn’t leave me alone

anyway uhhhhhh have an OG bercilak, and two self-indulgent AUs of him because I’m literally fucking trash

     “it’s not for kids, adults do it too if they’re the right size!” and he was definitely the right size. he’s just going to ignore the part about humans or whatever, cos that was just weird. “

    “c’mon let me do it- “  they’re only millimeters away now, his fingertips have already made CONTACT. a ittle more pressure and it’ll be time for liftoff! “please?” not that he was going to wait for an answer, he’ll be airborn in 3…2..1…

     “---somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better, kyeck.” Oh, he hated tall people like this so much.

      And it was as if, at that very moment, Etty unleashed a swarm of very squeaky, angry squirrels in the vicinity, but only in voice. Because Bercilak immediately sputters and curses loudly, and shrilly, before he flails his hands up at the offending arm.

Gemüse could only watch the sight–he could acknowledge it as a display of merriment, but it was still a bit of a, how should he say? overreaction to such a simple thing.

Gemüse’s eyebrows furrowed, nose wrinkling a bit.

“Well, I was born in a world of magic, so I couldn’t tell you what it’s like to not have it.”  He shrugged, rolling his shoulders before crossing his legs, tapping the tip of his shoe against the concrete.

The topic of his appearance drifted, once again, close to topics he didn’t want to address, but he didn’t think he could get away with ignoring it again.  It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it, but the bluntness of the questions–even though he knew they were innocent–still made him shy away.

“Genetics.  I guess.  I don’t know.  I have my mom’s eyes, but my hair has always been a mystery.  And my glasses?  Maybe.  They’re fitted to sit at the top of my nose, so they’d probably fit weirdly on you.”

      And as though to mimic the person he was talking to, Bercilak moved to ‘sit down’ as well, except there was no chair to seat his ass on. “Hm, hm... good point there! I wouldn’t know what it’s like if I weren’t born the way I was, too. Or place I was. Raised where I was? Whatever!”

      “Ohhh, genetics! Kyeck. I wouldn’t know how that works.” Well, he did, but only a little bit. “The green looks good on ya! Everyone looks good in green. I obviously pull it off the best, though.” How did that compliment turn into narcissism so quickly?

[—Livius’s tongue flicks out a bit, eye watching the demon move forward towards a source, but he knew that could just be any little thing, so he kept his guard up, and sure enough, the sound of cackling could be heard, like it could be them, but he wasn’t certain. It was up to Bercilak if he recognized the sound, eye flicking towards him to confirm.]

“Did that annoying laugh sound like them?”

[—Funny considering who he was talking to, yet he hadn’t bothered to point out that obnoxious cackling once. It was obviously something Bercilak did out of habit.]

      Ironic indeed, and even more ironic because Bercilak’s face scrunched up as he said, “Oh yeah, that super annoyin’ laugh does sound like them...”

     One annoying laughing demon to another, huh?

      “I need a better look, though, kyeck...” For once, Bercilak kept himself a bit more quiet as he cautiously rounded a corner of the street. He inched carefully, slowly...

       And sure enough, there were two demons laughing --- one of them had their hair tied up like Bercilak said, and another guy had medium-length hair. The latter sported a nasty-looking scratch running down his face, and the one with the pony-tailed laughed as he stuffed his face with food.