#vicicus

alice: madness returns / accepting ➟

( @vicicus / @acharnemcnt ) transmitted ❝  you’re not that good a liar  ,  and i’m not that stupid .  ❞

            why did he feel the need to add levity to the situation? was it because of how ridiculous it was for two men guilty of high treason who, only a short time ago, were peerless monsters at the head of an all-consuming regime to be hiding out in a cave on some slog of an outer rim planet? men who were at each other's throats for nearly a decade? men who were forged from their wounds and their scars, both earned and self-inflicted? men who cut their teeth on the bones of their fathers and glittered in their mantels of spite? or was it because those very same men who had hated each other so were now huddled near a flame in a cave that was likely flood?

            either way, the man that was once kylo ren met fate's humor with his own.

            ❝ i don't lie, ❞ he let his penchant for brevity have its way as his thoughts collided with the sheets of rain battering the mouth of the cave, ❝ i was two. chandrila was in range of fyzen gor's phylanx redux transmitter. the signal corrupted the droid that was watching me. ❞

            he had fond memories of that droid. bx-778, affectionately known as beex, was a kitchen droid gifted to his family by the manufacturer himself: lando calrissian. a young ben learned a lot from that droid. if the boy wasn't nose-deep in a novel or finger-deep in calligraphy, he was wrist-deep in the kitchen mastering some new recipe from the holonet with the quirky droid at his side.

            but the poor caf-obsessed droid had his share of issues. the man remembered clearly the day he'd come home from school and flew over the threshold of the kitchen with the hope that beex had a snack already waiting.

            what the young ben found though was every mug in the apartment filled with various levels of endorian brew. some dark and oily, others were nearly transparent. there was even a couple that were just half-ground beans and lukewarm water.

            ❝ m-master ben! ❞ beex jittered excitedly as he flung open the cabinet to the crockery and began to pour his concoction into the bowls, ❝ wou-would you like some caf? it's ethically sourced! ❞

            ben said nothing as he stepped back through the door. in a silent panic, the boy bolted through the city streets and didn't stop till he burst through the doors of the senate building.

            ❝ calrissian destroyed the transmitter and solo killed gor, ❞ the man continued, a strange sort of half-smile tugged down on the corner of his mouth, ❝ and i was almost decapitated by a caf machine. ❞

@vicicus​ sent a transmission :  [Trace] Trace my muse’s scar purposely ( twin bonding time though )

          KEEP THEM HIDDEN.    DON’T LET ANYONE SEE.    A constant echo in the back of his mind,  a reminder to himself.   He didn’t need anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes;  and more importantly he wasn’t going to let Brendol win,  by letting it show how it affected him.    The old man could try all he wanted to break him,  but all he was managing to do was fueling the anger that seemed to have taken home under Armitage’s skin,  invisible and yet always so present.

          But there were times where caution wasn’t needed,  when guard was lowered,  when there wasn’t the urge to cover his skin up.    Rare situations,  even more so since they both took different paths.    And yet,  it seemed that they were both still stuck in the same predicament.    How absolutely not surprisingly.    He doubted their father would even give either of them a moment of peace.    Something akin to a huff filtered past his lips when seafoam hues met Aloysius’s ones.    ❝  Don’t give me that look.  ❞    Despite the nature of the words,  there wasn’t any animosity behind his tone,  that being even more obvious by the way he let his twin tug at his arm.    ❝  You know he enjoy making it hard to hide them.  ❞    Armitage’s tone flat,  detached even.    And yet there was a gleam behind his eyes when the sleeve of his shirt was pushed up.     Pale freckled skin covered in burn marks,  some old some newer,  slowly being exposed.

          Hand twitching the moment fingers pressed against some of the newer marks,  skin still raw and tender,  the urge to pull his arm back high,   ❝  A couple of weeks ago,  he was living.    But you already know how he gets when like that.  ❞    A hum.    ❝  Just the usual.  ❞

@vicicus​​ : 💚 - ENVY because we know he's jelly

Sinday memes

💚 - ENVY - What is my muse jealous of?  Is it someone else’s power or privilege?  Is it something about their relationship?

     𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒  his  face  ,  unsure  how  to  deal  with  the  information  given  .  unskilled  in  the  crafts  of  languages  -  french  being  one  of  the  more  challenging  ones  .  (  often  they  had  𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃  about  this  topic  .  )  it  was  meant  to  be  a  surprise  for  his  lover  ,  a  gesture  of  appreciation  and  affection  .  though  cooking  had  never  been  varns  favorite  𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘  .  ❝  stop  screaming  in  your  sexy  french  baguette  language  !  i  don’t  fuckin’  know  what  you’re  saying  !  ❞  a  desperate  attempt  ,  anything  to  make  the  other  see  .  unlike  other  instances  ,  where  his  expertise  in  several  languages  was  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  - would  it  not  help  the  case  here  .  (  sigh  escaped  .  )  

     𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  a  broad  chest  ,  unable  to  hide  his  frustration  .  ❝  just  wanted  to  bake  you  a  fuckin’  cake !  sorry  that  your  cheap  ass  stove  can’t  handle  my  cookin’  skills  .  .  .  ❞  a  pitch  black  mess  presented  on  the  kitchen  counter  -  another  failed  recipe  .  (  soon  a  frown  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  ,  disappointed  in  his  own  actions  .  )  ❝  you’ve  worked  so  hard  ,  wanted  to  give  you  somethin’  back  .  ❞  adan  moved  closer  ,  carefully  brushing  the  strand  of  hair  out  of  his  lawyers  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  .  soothing  his  anger  .  ❝  .  .  .  sorry  foxy  .  ❞

DAVID contemplated the stars drawing straight lines as far as one creation such as his could. his lips were set save for the slight curl as both end, displaying an almost human-like behavior. there he stood, solidly in place before the large viewport as the lights from space enlightened his sharp-shaped features. at the general’s request, he turned swiftly, hands crossing behind his back, a posture he’s studied to be the most common amongst personel serving abord the ship.

❝ i am synthetic. android. man-made creation. a SUPERIOR model. advanced and enhanced—MADE TO SERVE. ❞ he paused but his features remained collected, illegible, difficult to read. ❝ is there any particular reason why you ask, SIR? ❞