@liarsouled said: "Why are you still here?" from paul de pleur heehee also im sory i accidentally clicked unfollow instead of ask

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Satish, if not for his many years in the ranks of Pagan's army, would have taken OFFENSE to Paul's words; scrunched his nose, shot a glare, muttered something under his breath. But, no, this was just Paul being... Paul. Stressed. Upset. Angry. Emotions he knew well.

He glanced back to the closed door the others had left from before approaching the chair opposite Paul's desk, placing a hand upon the backrest but not yet sitting. Shoulders shrugged softly, an attempt to appear indifferent to the impending annoyance and possible rage from the other.

tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

"Who are you t'decide what's happening with my destiny, choom?" They feel like a record stuck in a groove, skipping over and over again to the same part in the song with jagged scratches. There's something haunting them, forcing them to experience the same day over and over, the same pain to figure out what's been happening in their brain and what it means to be overwritten. Like an abandoned save file, someone shoved in the save data and injected memories of a game they never played. They know the motions, they know the story beats, they know the fire in their veins is not truly theirs, but this guy seems to speak cryptically of a burden he doesn't know.

tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

Vale's gotten in plenty of stressful situations, plenty of trouble, plenty of time in a holding cell (usually a couple hours before Joey or Staci let them go home thanks to them being...plenty pitiful). Hope County was used to them at this point, somehow who gleefully would run around and cause trouble and vandalize Peggie property and also make fun of sermons and cops and have plenty of fun while doing so! They were the life of the backwoods party, and Jack?

Well! He was...quieter! His little lakeside home was definitely quieter than the rest of the country. There weren't loud gunshots or screams or the sounds of car crashes and explosions. It was relaxing, a place to get away from the all of the craziness. Sometimes, they could even speak to him about....more sensitive topics.

" damn, the golden path really are recruiting well, aren't they? you're pretty ⸺ gonna enjoy tearing out your teeth one by one. "

a snarl broke that pretty face as she heard paul de pleur's voice -- she heard the man before she saw him, watching as he stepped from the shadows holding a variety of torture weapons. wonderful. binsa had to wonder if he kept the lighting dim like this just for dramatic effect. she hated to admit that it kind of worked.

" yeah. i got recruited for my good looks. not my ability to rip you apart. " binsa spat, literally, aiming it in paul's direction and growling when she missed. if it weren't for the shackles keeping her wrists and ankles in place, she'd tear this man's eyes out with her fingernails. gods, give her a chance to fucking try.

" at least i can rest assured know that if you touch me, the golden path will have your ass. can't wait to see you on the gallows for all this shit. "

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It feels like thousands of needles digging into his skin, volts of electricity coursing through the table or cross or whatever the hell he was tied down to here. The metal was course, rough, rusted thanks to the effect of plenty of sweat and blood streaking down it. Sabal knew plenty of good men and women whose bodies were plastered here too, whose guts were carved open, whose lives were lost. It's like a neverending nightmare, the damp, dark basement that Sabal refused to have as his resting place.

He was going to lead the Golden Path now. He was all they had. Darpan assured him he was Kyrat's future. Darpan put the weight of Kyra's hope into the young man's hands, and Sabal refused to give up the weight, refused to let go and let someone drop. He was strong, he was wise, he would learn from Mohan's teachings that he left behind and he would bring justice to Kyrat. He would kill Pagan, kill his governors, do everything Mohan ever dreamed of. Mohan would be proud of him. Ishwari would be proud of him. He would lead Kyrat on this golden path, soaked in sunshine for all of their future.

But he can't lead a revolution in a basement. He can't lead a revolution if he's dead. He's only twenty years old now, but he knew he would survive. Mohan grant him the strength. Kyra grant him the strength. He's not telling Paul a single thing he wants. Sabal heaves with each breath, his body shaking with each intake of air.

God Gossip Starters

Of course a Prince would make demands and expect them to be followed. A spoiled tyrant's spoiled son would expect the entire world to bend over backwards for him and offer him everything he wanted in this world simply because of who his father was. Had Sabal not known better, he would have simply kept his kukri out and sank it into Lakshman's shoulder, something to show Pagan that the Golden Path was not simply fucking around with him anymore. They were serious threats and the son of Pagan should be treated like the threat he was to the Golden Path.

God Gossip Starters

Sabal was not used to compliments nowadays. As most of his time was spent between entertaining Amita's insanity and then soothing the worries of Kyra's people while also consistently hearing the degrading propaganda placing the Golden Path as terrorists who want to take innocent lives and destroy all the country stands for. Pagan's governors and himself spend hours just to antagonize the Golden Path for a short while, and Sabal can only tolerate it so much before he begins to fray at the edges and unravel. He rarely had a moment to himself, but finally, he could have one of those moments.

He could reside in his cabin, curled onto a cot while he tries to sleep away the pains of yesterday in order to prepare for the horrors of today in order to create a beautiful tomorrow. While enjoyable, his solitary time was short. Soon, there was a welcome interruption in the form of Kishan sitting on his bed, feeding him compliments as if Sabal's ego was a malnourished man at a buffet.

God Gossip Starters

Honestly? Vale did not expect to hear about someone's sex life, less so the guy who was visiting the Royal Palace. Pagan appeared to enjoy this guy's company, and maybe this dude, uh, Paul? Maybe Paul and Pagan were monsters in the sack together. Once again, Vale wasn't super attuned to this new guy, but Pagan assured them they had nothing to worry about. Which, uh, made them worry! But! They're trying to be positive here, trying to hold a conversation while also stuffing rangoons into their face.