いれてほしい。

halloween themed starters || accepting

DAMARA: YES. BECAUSE. IT DID.DAMARA: PROBABLY.

     you gesture to the vast supply of pumpkin baked goods on the table && surrounding area. you only had these because someone decided it was a great decision to be a dick to you while they were buying a pie so you rewound time for them && “bought” every single pumpkin flavoured thing you could just so they couldn’t have any.

DAMARA: YOU WANTING SOME ?DAMARA: OR. WE CAN THROW AT PEOPLE.DAMARA: AND. WE CAN MAKE OUT.

“Ohh…um…maybe…?” Mizi glanced away for a moment, then back at Damara. “…Hmm…” He gently took the match from her hand, then took a few careful steps towards the hole before tossing the match in. But he was quick to step back from it as well. “…..” Beat. “…I guess…that didn’t do anything.”

      DAMARA: OH. BORING.

       you just float over the hole for a minute, watching as it plummets but doesn’t do anything.

     DAMARA: WE THROW BIGGER THING.

“I wonder what would happen if you threw a lit match into the Spirale hole…?”

DAMARA: YOU WANT FINDING OUT ?

‘ oh you’re such a pretty ghost, so ethereal, so spooky! i respect you 100% with any choice you make. ’

“Well, I’m glad you’re back, if wherever you were wasn’t the best.”

He didn’t really know a lot about the whole… dream bubble thing she had to deal with, but he figured it probably wasn’t very pleasant.

And as Damara gave him that quzzical look, poring into him with curious, blank eyes, he sighed, slumped, giving her an almost dejected look as he figured he had no reason to hide his malaise. Why fight it? She seemed like she wanted to help, anyways.

“It’s… quadrant troubles, I suppose.”

“I’m having a little issue with my kismesis and I don’t know how to tackle it. Though I hate to admit it, I am the source of the problem - but that doesn’t mean it’s any easier to work out.”

      IT TAKES A MOMENT for the connection to be made because you’re admittedly high right now -- which was always better for the people who had to be around you, honestly.

DAMARA: OH. YOU ARE KISMESIS OF TEALBLOOD. DAMARA: HE WHINE ABOUT YOU. DAMARA: AND. NOW I WILL TALK WITH YOU OF THIS.

       admittedly, you might have been planning to just mess with the other troll had it not been for the other party being someone you actually cared about. 

even better that she’s clearly a woman that can handle her liquor. where the hell has she been? what holes has she been hiding in, and how the hell have you missed her all this time? it dawns upon you only for a moment that it could be possible that damara is all talk, but that isn’t gonna matter unless she leaves you blue bulged and doomed to search for someone else to satisfy you. and really, it’s her loss if it comes to that.

LANQUE: Oh, I’ll certainly bite if that’s truly What you Want. LANQUE: I Won’t be sacred to break you, leaVing you bleeding While you reach that climax. LANQUE: I’ll go as long as I need to until I’m satisfied. LANQUE: When I knoW you’Ve become a slaVe to my bulge and I’m coVered in your slurry. LANQUE: But I haVe to Warn you: I’m definitely going to ruin eVeryone else for you.

       YOU WONDER IF he’s being serious or not -- though he holds an air of seriousness to himself && all that tells you is that this is a fun game of chase for both parties. oh, you love messing with people && you’d do everything to lead him on as long as you can -- though if he’s serious about it, perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving him a taste. you haven’t in some time anyway. he may be a fun toy for you, if it comes down to it -- certainly most people didn’t have a strong enough constitution to handle you. you know he likely couldn’t break you if he tried his hardest -- you’re both god tier && dead, what could he do that the endless amount of timelines you’ve seen hasn’t ?

DAMARA: 疑わしい。私のEX-MATESPRITはおそらくはるかに優れていました。 DAMARA: YES. DOING YOUR WORST TO ME. DAMARA: I CAN HANDLE THIS.

        you float even closer, pressing a finger to his chest before dragging your sharp nail up && across his neck -- burgundy lips only breaths from his in silent challenge && for the thrill of this little game you were playing.

“Ah, Damara!”

Galekh had begun to worry that him and Tagora were the only ones left in Spirale from their ruthless two-mooned planet. That’s how it seemed, anyways - a lack of grey skin was growing rather disheartening. So seeing Damara, a troll he had truly managed to get along with during her previous time here, was a blessing. A nice reprieve from… well, he didn’t really know what frp,. Maybe he needed to work some things out.

“Ah, I’m… I could be better, in all honesty. I’m trying to not let it get to me, though.”

He quickly brightened himself up, trying not to seem… too down in the dumps.

“How have you been? I’ve missed seeing you around, admittedly.”

      HE CAN TRY TO HIDE IT as much as he wants but you can already tell he’s feeling down -- you actually care this time because he was someone you liked having around before. much better than your previous friends. you just float closer to him, looking into his face as you make yourself comfortable sitting in the air.

DAMARA: IT IS NOT GREAT. WHERE I COME FROM. DAMARA: I ENJOY MUCH MORE THIS PLACE. DAMARA: I HAVE MISS YOU AS WELL. I THINK. DAMARA: WELL. I DID NOT REMEMBER THIS PLACE. HOWEVER. NOW I DO.

      you tilt your head to one side -- if he thinks he’s going to brush past his obvious demeanour && what he said, he is wrong because you are annoyingly persistent when you want to be && you don’t mind helping friends.

That’s what I would like to know.

[ He took another drag, quickly getting used to the feeling of smoke filling his lungs.  It was by no means enjoyable, but he at least felt a bit lighter. ]

God, no.  He’d shatter all the bones in my hand if I tried to punch him.

[ At least he was honest? ]

He won’t talk to me, and frankly, it’s getting on my nerves.

He’s supposed to like talking.  The shtick is getting old real fast.

*_________

[ He offered her back the joint from now.  But the expression on his face read: I will need that back. ] 

DAMARA: 良い。あなたの手を粉砕します。 DAMARA: MAKE HIM SPEAKING TO YOU. DAMARA: OR. YOU WANT ME TALKING TO HIM ? DAMARA: FIGURE OUT WHAT IS WRONG.

       you don’t exactly have stakes in this relationship nor are you the most stable of trolls -- but you’d be willing to talk to the other party though you’re not sure why anyone would want you of all trolls to do that. && you take the joint back, casually inhaling again as soon as you can.

Not revenge.

[ He takes the joint, wasting no time to take a hit from it.  Though, it’s obvious he’s never really smoked before as he began to cough. ]

It could be because this is my first time dealing with quadrant drama.

But I feel like my kismesis is emotionally constipated.

More than I am.

*_________

       YOU AREN’T THE BEST to ask for quadrant advice. you had previously been tormenting your ex-matesprit && his lusus before you were dragged back here so abruptly. but you’re also no stranger to quadrant drama as there was way too much of it over the sweeps && sweeps of both your failed session && your afterlife in the dream bubbles. 

      though, the way he coughs from your joint is amusing enough on its own.

getting so close, you lick one of your fangs. taking a deep breath from the smoke prompts you to pull your flask out from your jacket and take a swig, offering some of the practically poisonous alcoholic drink in return. this is your favorite kind of haze to get in. all that could really complete it is some deafening bass and a good pail… even if every response takes a minute so you can take a minute to understand what damara is saying.

LANQUE: You’re the judge, aren’t you? LANQUE: Right noW, I Wanna suck up your genetic material. LANQUE: Bring you to your knees. HaVe you panting like a Woofbeast in heat. LANQUE: Don’t disappoint me noW, you look like so much fun.

     MOST MIGHT REEL BACK at such a response, but you don’t -- you’re beyond ever caring too fully anymore && perhaps you aren’t exactly capable of it now. your response lies in a soft laugh leaving you as you take the flask offered -- you’re no stranger to crossfading && you happily oblige in taking a large drink from the liquid inside. besides, you’re dead, what could it possibly do to you now ?

[ Yeah.  That about summed up Tagora’s week.  He remembered this troll, though their interaction was quite brief, and albeit stupid.  That just seemed to be commonplace with trolls though. ]

Can I get a hit of that?

It’s been a week.

*_________

      IT’S A SENTIMENT you understand -- needing to drown yourself in a haze of smoke that makes it easier for you to think in less fragments && less violence. so you just reach out, handing over the joint to him to share.