#eldfic

"wait till the mod characters come in"

“Wait, why can’t I wield two axes?? I can totally carry them! I’m not some scrub who needs both hands for their weapon.” Damien shouldered one of the axes, the other was in his grip, knuckles pressed against his side. The devil and the eldrich goddess were currently raiding the auditorium’s prob closet to find some stuff they could use for their new RPG shenanigans. 

      the feeling that pulls from her chest is no FEELING at all  ;  cold and despondent and entirely familiar in it’s chill.  in this moment she is nothing but a creature,  a MONSTER,  a crescendo of festering rancor that fills the gaps of her psyche like a mother’s embrace,  and,  at the admission of her counterpart,  sears the inside of her stomach like a burn.

NAIVETE,  she realizes,  at the mercy of time and ignorance and her own forthcomings,  is a trait not exclusive to mortality.

“ ... i see,”  zoe says,  though her words ring hardly more than a breath of resignation.  she gently grasps her other self’s uninjured arm as if to steady her  ---  but it is her own hand that TREMBLES in it’s disposition.  “ ... he won’t come near you again,”  her assurance comes bartering no argument,  no hesitation.  she is a mess of contradictions  ;  a cold expression in exchange for the quake of the earth,  an old temperament for the scorching new FERVOR that pulsates under her skin,  “i’ll make sure of it.”

↪ MISC ANIMAL CROSSING STARTERS - ;;  

❝ what? zoe! you need to eat- you gotta keep your energy up to play games! ❞ he’s concerned for her, he is. 

   ♪♫ Vicky had asked permission from her mom just in case to let her know that a friend would be coming over. The scientist didn’t mind as long as it’s not that monster that hurt her. She was a bit hesitant to let an eldritch god in her lab, but she still lowered the defense mechanism so Zoe is not targeted the moment she gets inside ♫♪

   ♪♫ Vicky had everything prepared. A soda machine on one side, the couch in the middle, tons of blankets and pillows for a huge fort. Boxes of pizza, hot cocoa and tons more things to eat. A big TV against the wall with her dvd player, tons of consoles to play with and many more things. She wanted to try and make this the best of slumber parties... the best to avoid having to think of what happen and maybe distract both girls from the event... ♫♪

   ♪♫ ... but that was going to be hard the moment Vicky saw her friend. The bruises, the swollen eye... she got it far worse than Vicky. Vicky was kicked once and she suffered some internal damage, but Zoe? She looked like she went to hell and back ♫♪

   ♪♫ She did notice the way she was acting. How she almost seemed to be trying to avoid the topic of her injuries... and Vicky tried to play along. She quickly went to her side, gave her a hug... a long once cause they probably both really need it, and just said nothing for a moment ♫♪

“Shut up! Never asked for yer fuckin’ opinion.” It was his voice - but there was something truly wrong about it’s tone, it’s pitch, it’s everything. Just slightly off.

When he whipped around to face her, his irises were so dilated they’d nearly eclipsed the entirety of eyes. Leaving nothing behind but that moon-like silver sharpened to glimmering steel. He’d looked almost more animal that human and the moment they made eye contact maybe Zoe would notice something a fraction darker there. Something others would find unsettling.

Or maybe it’s that disembodied, feminine whisper curdling at her ear. wklv wlpholqh lv qrw brxuv, eudw

Either way, Brian’s bloodstained snarl bares his teeth as he captures the old godling’s throat and slams her against the nearest solid object. There’s no recognition of a friend in his eyes – just a threat to be eliminated. An obstacle. If she would not let go, he’d beat her until she did. No clear regard for his own safety, his own well being when going against a goddess that had once ended worlds. There not even a flicker of consideration that she could swallow him whole. Or  – although his own strikes were harder than any ghoul or zombie’s had any right being.