「 god killer 」

          THE VERY IDEA of a fairy helping him, a god– a god killer out, was just ludicrous. ridiculous. unreal. always such do-gooders. it was sickening. repulsive, even. and yet, he hardly bared his teeth. only remained silent, like the evening night. the threat of a bite did cause a snort to come forth from the god.

          as if that would be enough to stop him from fidgeting. still, he remained as rigid as he could. despite the hard stinging from the wound as she disinfected it. damn irritating. both the woman and the wound. such a mortal injury. it was insulting. humiliating. discouraging.

               ❝ yeah, yeah– hurry up will ya? don’t want your paws all over me. doesn’t even hurt anymore. ❞

          STANDOFFISH, SHARP, OVERLY wary. the type that didn’t mix well with someone like him; blunt, rambunctious, hotheaded. the stern look she gave off, her off-putting stance, only encouraged the god to grin, ear-to-ear. always the infuriating one, thrived on getting underneath people’s skin. she was the perfect target; to aggravate. 

          something that would finally bring forth some form of entertainment. being the stand alone member of g/rimoire heart, at least to his knowledge, left him with hardly anything to do. their purpose long gone due to... circumstances. no use in mulling over the past-- at least at this very moment.

               ❝ you even capable of smilin’, girlie? or would ya catch on fire or somethin’ if you tried? uhihihi~~ or maybe it would be by the slip of my hand that you’d catch on fire. ya know, sometimes my flames do get a little hungry. and i do like turnin’ things to piles of ashes. ❞

          PIERCINGS DECORATED HIS face. unkempt, black hair rivaled even his own golden mane. a familiar face. not a welcoming or pleasant one. one that belonged to the fairies-- the iron fairy. didn’t bother with introductions, much less a greeting. didn’t seem the type to care for something like that-- one that liked to get to the point. more or less. didn’t look much like an idiot, unlike a certain infuriating fairy.

          dry chuckle bellowed from the god, manic eyes fixed on the iron fairy, the unhinged grin never once faltered but grew. 

Psychotic

100% fully fledged pedigree nutcase. The impulses you get are tainted and need to be controlled. Professional help is what you need!

THE BROTHERS GRIMM SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

          ANNOYANCE THICK IN tone. one that was quickly disregarded. he had the tendency of getting under people’s skin. something, in and of itself, was immensely entertaining; amusing. the unhinged grin only grew, red eyes grew more manic, teeth were bare. he didn’t like being told what to do– the do’s and the don’ts. just didn’t sit right.

          still, if it were any other person, he’d say something along the lines of ‘ i do what i want ‘ but there was a reason for the look he gave him. the guy had a hand in his face– as if he were trying to hide something. something he wanted to know– to see. curiosity gripped at him. would drive a normal person insane with wonder.

               ❝ uhihihihi~~ can’t blame me for somethin’ like that, hands-y. ever get sweaty or whatever from havin’ that hand on your face all day? do you still drink and eat with that hand on your face?? ain’t gonna lie, looks like it would be a bit of a hindrance. ❞

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. // accepting

          A SIMPLE ANSWER to a simple question. as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. nearly scoffed at the audacity. yet, refrained. 

          hand idly ran through the unkempt golden mane, grin plastered across the god killer’s face. apparently, he had to provide the snake girl with an answer given that expectant yet impatient tone in her voice. he’d entertain her, if only for a moment.

               ❝ me, myself, and i– that’s who, snake-y girly. ❞

THE BROTHERS GRIMM SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

          HARD SNORT, PEARLY whites bared, a manic grin crept. was he making him uncomfortable? good. just the way it should be. to stand before someone like him, they should at least be weak-kneed, fear-stricken, intimidated. the intensity of the gaze grew, like a predator ready to swoop in for the kill. each minute, he grew closer and closer, until they were almost butting heads. almost.

               ❝ uhahahahah!!! ❞

          an abrupt cackle sliced through the thick, uncomfortable silence. body quaked, arms nearly spread at his sides. at least the weakling had the gall to say something, instead of gaping at him like a fish without water. there was a quick flash of seriousness in his expression, almost glared at the guy before the grin was back on full-force.