#serpentide

“ depends on what loves me, ” he answers after a brief pause, eyes sharp and dark beneath the lowered half-moons of his eyelids. they think they may know what it's like to be consumed by something that loves them; wasn't that the ending of his brother's story? though not privy to what had been going through abel's head that night, he had always made it clear up until that point that he loved cain dearly. more than himself, when cain pressed the question until abel lashed out desperately, shaky and hoarse.

the wind tugs at the ends of his hair, the worn neckline of his shirt. their stare hovers over one of the large scars knotted into the pale underside of their forearm, right where the edge jumps over their inner elbow.

“ not really, ” he replies, aiming for bored. he's well-practiced at hiding his thoughts by now. “ do you? ”

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

Chief has zero qualms lying for the greater good, or even to make progress in whatever mission she's in. We've seen her lie to Horo so she'd go with them in the early chapters, and can manipulate a dangerous situation like damn pro where negotiations and preventing a fight may occur.

@serpentide​ sent:  🩹 

            ˜”*°•.     Shit  shit shit .  His  head  kept   throbbing  loudly , spinning ,  and  he  couldn’t  tell if  it  was  the  shock or  the  fall . He  was  not like  Scott .  He  was  not  like  any  of  them . And  maybe  this  had  never been  a  problem in  the  past . Maybe  he  had  always  found his  way  round things .  But  this time  ?  He really  wasn’t  sure ...  He  wanted to  breath ,  to just  focus on  the  now , on  all  that was happening ,  but  he  was  afraid .  Whatever had  attacked  them could  attack  them again .  Whatever  had come  their  way could  come  back,  ask  for  more .  No   no .  Don’t  think . But  his  brain was  screaming ,  and  his  gaze  was  fixed  on the  blood .  

Days bleed into one another, there is nothing that can evict him from this slump. Humans were so painfully boring and watching their mundane little lives provided little to no entertainment. His brother had found his place in the world, but for some reason, Rang has never been able to feel like he belonged. His human mother had almost allowed him to be beaten to death when he was a child and then abandoned him without care if he would survive or die.

And then Yeon took him in only to abandon him too when his human woman came, stealing all of his attention. But time was ruthlessly moving on, and the country around him had changed. He had had many different lives by now, but the prospect of living as long as he had been walking this earth was providing to be less and less something that he was looking forward to. Small patches of nature that humans allowed to still exist in their cities, crammed between tall buildings and gray concrete were still full of life and full of different spirits that still managed to hang on and exist.

Some of them latch onto humans and drain them of money, happiness, or will to live. It was still fun to watch, and so he did often late at night, waiting to see what would happen to a random human walking past. But it was not a human that he could smell near by. “ If you are planing on attacking me, make sure that you are ready to die.  I am not in a good mood. I won’t be nice. ”

There was a beat of awkward silence as Chief resisted the urge to place the back of her hand against Serpent's forehead, and gauge whether or not she had a fever but.... no, this seemed perfectly ordinary.

@serpentide sent: 𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢?