"I'm bleeding!"

Honestly why do you bother with this freak? He's just a lunatic with no sense to speak of. Is this going to get infected? If anyone were to have Rabies it would be the fucking Joker, wouldn't it? You look for some disinfectant some bandages too. Hopefully there are some in this shitty place.

@playedbetter (zee) - for dis!

“... Yer mad at me, aren’t you.” 

Probably. Usually. He definitely forgot to call and go ‘hey, I’m alive’ yet again so John knew he already was playing at a disadvantage here. At least he had the right mind to bring flowers as an apology. Everyone liked flowers. 

Right? 

“Look--y’ know me, things got complicated.” A bit more complicated than he was comfortable even sharing with Zee, which said a lot, but he was going to keep that to himself. “C’mon, I’ll even throw dinner on top of things. Like that Italian place y’ like.” 

                    𝘢𝘭𝘭   𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,   𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺   𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥,   𝘪𝘴   𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥   𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺   𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴   𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.   there   is   no   reason   to   look   at   one's   face   whilst   talking   when   you   can't   see   it   一   doesn't   matter   how   much   of   an   inhumane   behavior   is   it   deemed   (   there   is   a   tale   upon   tale   upon   tale   preceeding   you   anyway   ;   an   opinion   is   made   before   you're   met.   good.   ).

                    onyxes   stare   into   the   abyss   and   make   it   seem   like   the   face   -   blind   witch   is   lost   in   thought,   while   in   reality   she   listens   carefully   to   what   her   elven   ally   says   (   and   although   it   is   rare   for   his   mouth   to   close,   the   conversations   with   him   are   oft   something   other   than   brainless   chatter   offered   for   the   rest   of   the   party   ).   years   spent   in   this   reality   made   her   stop   flinching   at   the   touch,   so   the   bloodied   hands   can   trace   any   scar   they   desire,   staining   porcelain   with   crimson   一   fate   was   never   the   one   afraid   to   get   dirty   anyway.

                    the   night   is   peaceful.

                    there   are   stars   glimmering   in   the   night   sky,   and   when   she   raises   her   head,   they   reflect   in   her   eyes   all   the   same   :   just   like   what's   above   is   undiscovered,   so   is   the   past   of   hers   一   thick   veil   covers   it,   and   although   it's   just   some   fabric,   it   can   only   be   peeked   through   if   she   allowed.   there's   a   thought   to   let   zevran   see   even   if   just   a   little,   listen   to   the   tales   of   cities   filled   with   metal   buildings   reaching   high   enough   to   touch   the   stars   一   with   weapons   shooting   concentrated   energy   just   like   her   staff   does,   but   without   any   input   from   the   user   :   all   it   takes   is   just   a   pull   of   the   trigger.

                    there   aren't   horses   on   the   streets   一   the   carriages   move   by   themselves   fueled   by   gas   or   electricity,   oil   put   in   lamps   to   lighten   the   nights   making   these   armoured   wagons   moving,   their   outside   impenetrable   by   swords   or   arrows.

                    these   are   all   the   concepts   she'll   feed   him,   if   there   was   room   for   grasping   it.   in   current   times,   there's   not.

                    even   the   shapes   of   her   past,   crosses   adorning   skin   of   her   legs,   are   not   a   known   symbol   in   here.   there's   way   too   much   to   explain   with   little   to   no   energy   to   do   so   ;   the   face   -   blind   witch   decides   against   speaking   about   it.   she's   already   deemed   crazy,   insane,   dangerous.   no   need   to   fan   the   flames,   not   here,   not   when   she's   close   to   either   solving   her   issue,   saving   the   world   or   dooming   it,   if   they   failed   in   their   quest.

                    when   she   decides   to   respond,   her   voice   is   laced   with   amusement   &   just   the   right   amount   of   sarcasm.   without   much   shame,   she   hikes   up   her   skirt,   parts   her   legs   一   cut   after   cut   after   cut   after   cut,   an   aftermath   of   a   war   survived   ;   battleground   of   knives   against   skin   is   revealed   and   though   never   really   concealed,   never   really   shown   on   display   either.

a lie catches in his throat . he’s been trembling NONSTOP - he’s starting to ache . they barely knew each other . he should be telling Owen that he’s fine .

❝ I had a really bad day . ❞

instead, he’s shaking his head and letting tears well up . he wipes at them, but doesn’t try to HIDE their presence .

" oh my gosh, i know this sounds like super crazypants-- but i could have sworn that i think i saw a fairy like seven and a half minutes ago flying in the sky. " she pauses and then looks down at her juice container. " maybe i shouldn't go rifiling through grunkle stan's fridge without asking. "

ANSWERED &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. | @playedbetter

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ (Zatanna!)

He closed a singular eye, measuring the proportions of a tree with his fingers as he did his best to redraw it’s stretching branches. His fingers remain in the air for a moment as his eyes refocus to a figure standing in the shadows of the foliage. Opening slowly to stare at the man who had stood there just across from him. Hwei was confused at first, before smiling softly. He gives a small wave before returning to his work. Only to glance at the figure again, observing the way they stood ominously.

It was when the wave of aura had hit him, an overpowering, looming hatred that wasn’t physically present in the man. Rather, emanating around him. He could feel the pain, the hatred, the writhing hunger that clawed at the edges of the man's silhouette. It shrieked, it snarled, like an animal on a leash as it became aware of Hweis's presence. He could feel it was ancient, it hated everything, it reached for every living thing and wished to consume it. The mans aura was quite different.. even though this ancient being wished to feed and gnawed at the edges, he stood rather strong. Unmoved by its jeering and clawing, even as his arm and part of his eye was consumed. The other remained strong, as if trying it’s best to remain steady against the beast. That or he was barely bothered by it’s presence.