#pennoe

{HAVING SOME FUN}

{SHE = MORE FUN THAN DESTAL}

{ALMOST}

{I WANT MY BITCH BACK}

[But I thought you liked cutesy things?]

I don’t w)-(en it’s obviously to stall from my plans. Let’s get back to business. And before you decide to do t)-(e clic)-(e and overdone, yes, I can )-(ear you.

[Wasn’t going to. Alright then. We find ourselves back in the present, back to the familiar and rapidly deteriorating. Xerost is drinking a cocktail, looking elegant and godlike. Prodal is on the ground close by, playing with some toys. He’s been under careful watch, what with the local loose cannons around. Chained to the leg of the coffee table is Zurlov, kneeling unmovingly and staring at the ground. He’s significantly weaker than before- Pyroes has to get blood from somewhere, after all, and Fuuror needs entertainment now that he’s not allowed back down in the sub basement. Pennoe is doing god-knows-what to Minera right now. Is that sufficient?]

Perfectly. I t)-(ink we’ve got a working partners)-(ip.

[Don’t hold your breath.]

Xerost was, in his opinion, having delusions of grandeur. He hadn’t even revealed his plan yet, because “the stars had yet to align.” Pennoe was just outright insane and intolerable. She had no class, wasn’t even a rainbowdrinker.

And yet he was stuck with them, pulled along into their plan and forced to go along with it for sheer lack of other options. There was nothing else for him, but there was hardly anything for him here.

{YEAH}

{DONT WORRY}

Pennoe scared him anyway, and being grabbed from behind scared him too, and being chloroformed didn’t help the situation.

He wakes up at her hive, and she says the worst thing she could possibly say.

“{I = THINK WE = NEED TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME}”

She said it with a leather belt wrapped around her hand.

He screamed his throat raw. It was almost impressive, that she could draw so much blood with any weapon she chooses. She could hit him with a stuffed animal and she’d find a way to carve lines in his flesh with it.

It wasn’t just his back now. His stomach, his arms, his legs- she’d hit his face a couple times. She’s pissed at how scarred he is, angry that he let someone else have that much fun with him. He’s her toy, her pet, her’s. And he let someone else have her fun.

And it was still just getting started.

He couldn’t identify what the strong, assaulting smell was before he was submerged in it. It burned his gills, his lungs, the new wounds all over his body. Shutting his eyes didn’t stop it, it burned his eyes too. There was no stopping it, no escaping it- there wasn’t even enough room to struggle.

He felt her start to move whatever she’d put him in, and it hits him with a nauseating mix of terror and dread.

You didn’t specify who else would be in this drabble soooo... Pennoe time

also i’m not doing quirks cause hers is obnoxious

“Say thank you.”

Destal was shaking, curled into a ball on the ground. He could already feel the blood getting sticky on his back. I hate blood.

When he doesn’t respond, another blow comes, and he tries not to scream.

“I said, say thank you!”

The five sweep old hiccups, shoulders shaking as light purple tears drip off his cheeks. “T-thank you- thank you.”

His moirail- his kismesis, he messed up, he doesn’t get to have a moirail anymore- finally stops. “There! That’s all you had to do.” He lifts his head to look at her. “Aww, you’re so cute like that.”

Pennoe laughs, shakes her head. “Go take a fucking shower, then get dressed. We’re going to a party. Isn’t that nice of me?”

You Will Still Be Mine: *starts playing*

Pennoe muse: ;)

Me:

{UGH}

{WHAT = POINT}

{DESTAL = PATHETIC.BITCH}