@cynocephalii
death was what’s followed you all your life. sometimes you think you killed your parents. sometimes you think aunt peggy couldn’t be happy because of you. yinsen died to save your pathetic life. and now you’re a surviving thing. you wear death, and you know when someone is in new york and they could be a potential threat.
NAME: WOLFIN ARMASI
CODENAME: WOLFIN ARMASI
CURRENT OCCUPATION: MERCENARY
LEGAL NAME: [REDACTED]
THREAT LEVEL: HIGH
SPECIES: UNKNOWN/CELESTIAL/HUMAN
PARENTAGE: N/A
SIBLINGS: N/A
you go through facts like place and date of birth. you know how dangerous she is. you know she could destroy you at the drop of a hat. you know she could run right over you, smooth no pavement, and you would be left demolished and eviscerated into the asphalt.
you lift your shotglass. clink it against hers. wink.
“none. —i’m just a little bit weird.”
toss it back. stack it to the top of this pyramid of things. you look at them curiously and a little bit closely but only with the whir of your optics. it stacks perfectly. completes the structure.
“hasn’t it ever felt better, wolfin armasi ?” you look at her, calm and fearless and the blue of your eyes are the same turquoise code on the left side of the complex color wheel. they only seem bluer all moments, “better to be the one destroyed instead of the one who does the destroying for once.”
