Wemmbu

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

wemmbu rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully as he smacks the side of his arm.

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

Day 201 - Today Wemmbu and Yungy are discussing something

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

that wasn’t right.

wemmbu wasn’t supposed to be… scared.

“listen, okay, they can’t know i’m here, they’ll— they’ll kill egg, and i wouldn’t be able to save val because she’s with showtime and i—“

he doesn’t stop to take a breath, question after question lining up, piling like s stack of books with every word blurted out.

he’s gripping onto his hair—once luscious and well taken care of, now matted down and dirty, chopped from his waist to his middle back.

Parrot smiled nervously, attempting to lead Wemmbu into a more private room so that there'd be less chance of anyone barging in. He listened intently, nodding along as he considered the words.

"Wait, someone's got Egg? Is that why you're working with Cindercrest? He's, like, a hostage...? Damn..."

That... made sense. I mean, the idea of Wemmbu suddenly turning on them when they'd just been repairing things and getting closer was... odd. No way he'd actually had a say in that...

reluctantly, he dies follow parrot into a room, but his form is all jittery, he looks tired, malnutritioned, there’s bags under his eyes that carry more load than a suitcase.

“and yes, i’m not working with cindercrest but, i—i am working with… arachnid. but it’s more of a hostage situation, like— like you said, and holy, shit i don’t even know what i could do anymore!”

he choked, his chest is heaving and he won’t avery his eyes from the ground.

Parrot sighed, pulling Wemmbu into a hug and gently wrapping his wings around the other.

he huffs out a breath, smiling weakly as he shakes his head, shoulders still trembling with grief.

“if arachnid or even saps finds out i was here…”

the words lay unspoken but the threat was clear.

like nothing over one sentence

he’s been staring at this one question for a while.

just staring. never answering.

he groans loudly, gripping onto his hair and leaning against the cold stone wall against his back, grounding him the slightest bit ever.

he’s been… avoidant. he’s dissociated with everyone. his head spins and every second without valerie feels like something scraping against his bones, slicing his marrow and eating him from the inside out.

“i… i would tell her i’m sorry,” he breathes, steadying his voice, “…sorry, for being… weak. and pathetic. for not being enough to go and save her.”

he thinks back to zam, thinks about where he is now, a slave to arachnid because they have eggchan in his grip, doing mission after mission, order after order, somehow falling as second in command, even.

at least he got to see flame for a little while.

they’re purple! just purple.

they’ve lost that… fiery gleam to them, eyebags under his eyes weighing him down, his posture is inwards and sluggish, and his eyes are…

they look… done, like acceptance.

it was the same look he gave when he admit that flame was the strongest.

tired, horribly so. and a truckload of guilt right next to it.

“‘m fine.” he nodded jerkily, smiling up at his… well, boyfriend, right? “thank you.”

a cruel marionette, acting in wemmbu's place. this wasn't the one he loved or knew, this was..... some sick replacement.

flames tail flicks, the fire on the end dim and smothered in this place. flame recognized that look wemmbu give him, he remembered how he'd felt when he first saw it.

he did not feel any pride anymore.

flame scoots closer, hand finding wemmbus.

he’s mumbling, his voice seems hoarse, unused, his long, beautiful hair is now…

shorter.

much much shorter.

“i…” he smiles, “i guess not, huh?”

he smiles up at flame, wide and dimples pushing in, and the slightest shine returns to his eyes once more.

like nothing over one sentence

he’s been staring at this one question for a while.

just staring. never answering.

he groans loudly, gripping onto his hair and leaning against the cold stone wall against his back, grounding him the slightest bit ever.

he’s been… avoidant. he’s dissociated with everyone. his head spins and every second without valerie feels like something scraping against his bones, slicing his marrow and eating him from the inside out.

“i… i would tell her i’m sorry,” he breathes, steadying his voice, “…sorry, for being… weak. and pathetic. for not being enough to go and save her.”

he thinks back to zam, thinks about where he is now, a slave to arachnid because they have eggchan in his grip, doing mission after mission, order after order, somehow falling as second in command, even.

at least he got to see flame for a little while.

they’re purple! just purple.

they’ve lost that… fiery gleam to them, eyebags under his eyes weighing him down, his posture is inwards and sluggish, and his eyes are…

they look… done, like acceptance.

it was the same look he gave when he admit that flame was the strongest.

tired, horribly so. and a truckload of guilt right next to it.

“‘m fine.” he nodded jerkily, smiling up at his… well, boyfriend, right? “thank you.”

a cruel marionette, acting in wemmbu's place. this wasn't the one he loved or knew, this was..... some sick replacement.

flames tail flicks, the fire on the end dim and smothered in this place. flame recognized that look wemmbu give him, he remembered how he'd felt when he first saw it.

he did not feel any pride anymore.

flame scoots closer, hand finding wemmbus.

he’s mumbling, his voice seems hoarse, unused, his long, beautiful hair is now…

shorter.

much much shorter.

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

that wasn’t right.

wemmbu wasn’t supposed to be… scared.

“listen, okay, they can’t know i’m here, they’ll— they’ll kill egg, and i wouldn’t be able to save val because she’s with showtime and i—“

he doesn’t stop to take a breath, question after question lining up, piling like s stack of books with every word blurted out.

he’s gripping onto his hair—once luscious and well taken care of, now matted down and dirty, chopped from his waist to his middle back.

Parrot smiled nervously, attempting to lead Wemmbu into a more private room so that there'd be less chance of anyone barging in. He listened intently, nodding along as he considered the words.

"Wait, someone's got Egg? Is that why you're working with Cindercrest? He's, like, a hostage...? Damn..."

That... made sense. I mean, the idea of Wemmbu suddenly turning on them when they'd just been repairing things and getting closer was... odd. No way he'd actually had a say in that...

reluctantly, he dies follow parrot into a room, but his form is all jittery, he looks tired, malnutritioned, there’s bags under his eyes that carry more load than a suitcase.

“and yes, i’m not working with cindercrest but, i—i am working with… arachnid. but it’s more of a hostage situation, like— like you said, and holy, shit i don’t even know what i could do anymore!”

he choked, his chest is heaving and he won’t avery his eyes from the ground.

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

that wasn’t right.

wemmbu wasn’t supposed to be… scared.

“listen, okay, they can’t know i’m here, they’ll— they’ll kill egg, and i wouldn’t be able to save val because she’s with showtime and i—“

he doesn’t stop to take a breath, question after question lining up, piling like s stack of books with every word blurted out.

he’s gripping onto his hair—once luscious and well taken care of, now matted down and dirty, chopped from his waist to his middle back.