witchesreign | [ Action || Library ]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

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[Sort of unnerved at how Strikara knew about the bot. Purses his lips and looks down at the drawing, smoothing out any wrinkles]

It wouldn't be the same. It would only be an empty doll. Devoid of life, and the promise of... maybe.

A picture ain't exactly alive either, my brother.

Either way, it ain't really her.

[And now he's hugging it to his chest, baring his fangs at Strikara]

Maybe not, but it could have been, once I had delivered it to her spirit. And maybe perhaps she'll arrive yet.

...Right. Once you do.

Keep forgettin' you're behind the motherfuckin' times.

[lineface]

Is that supposed to imply something?

Of course not.

[He grins a little, revealing sharpened teeth again.]

Just that I'm more informed than you.

[Why do those teeth remind him of Gamzee?]

Indeed. Well, if you are done here...

Where'd you get the idea that I was done, bro?

[groan. headdesk. glare]

Because I am done with you. Go. Away.

And there you go again, assumin' I'm gonna listen to you.

[He hops down from the shelf and moves to wrap an arm around Equius's shoulder.]

[Twitch. Oh, if only he could punch Strikara in the face]

Unhand me.

[He leans further in, mouth near the troll's ear.]

No.

[shudders]

Yes.

[The arm comes up to wrap slowly around the troll's neck.]

No, go on. Try and make me leave, motherfucker.

[Sweating now. And tilting his head away that exposes his neck as if inviting Strikara to bite him. But totally not that way, because he is not into this human at all, that is gross, ew.]

I can drive your ribcage into your lungs just by shifting my elbow back. I would advise that you let go before that happens.

[The response is laced with a bit of a growl.]

So do it.

[Hot.]

[NO WAIT-]

That would result in your death.

So are you sayin' you were bluffin' with me, motherfucker?

My strength is no bluff, but I would prefer not to be expelled on your account. You are not worth it.

[The grip on the troll's neck tightens.]

No? It's a real shame you think like that, my brother.

[swallows, every muscle in his body going limp one by one. He's fairly certain that there is no way this human has the strength needed to strangle him, but he feels the pressure against his throat all the same, limiting his breathing. He should not be submitting to this, he should push the other boy away. He did give proper warning, after all. And yet...]

[And yet...]

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I know you enjoy this, motherfucker.

[He tightens his grip just a little more, then suddenly shoves the other away.]

And I didn't come here to give you what you wanted.

Ung! [He hits the desk with a gasp, the sudden shove catching him off guard. What was going on? What power did this human hold to have such sway over him?]

[Growling softly, he gripped the edge of the desk hard enough to gouge marks in the wood] Then what exactly did you come here for?

A motherfucker can't go to the library without bein' questioned about it?

Not my fault you make yourself such an easy target for teasing.

[Groans, folding his arms on the desk and dropping his head into them]

I wasn't even doing anything, I was just... [Doing something really embarrassing, okay, yeah. But that had nothing to do with Strikara's sudden urge to strangle him. Sigh.] I was doing nothing to deserve that kind of teasing!