[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

How do you know these things?

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like it's hard info to get.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I-! I have never advertized any sort of-! I don't clue what you are-! Who are you?

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Dave.

Strikara.

I believe I already introduced myself, bro.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

That name means nothing to me. Yet you treat me as though we are on intimate terms, neigh, as if you have indisputable power over me. There is something more that you are not telling me, and by my blood, I cannot fathom what it is.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

And you think it's so motherfuckin' impossible that I've already met you in the world I came from?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[looks down, biting his lip] Even so, I am not the same person as he. We have different memories and experiences. For you to treat me this way is... confusing. And completely inappropriate.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[Dave laughs.]

That right? S'funny. You seem pretty motherfuckin' similar to me.

Unless you're tellin' me you don't like bein' bossed around now? Cause I'll call your bluff on that pretty quick.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, snorting]

Following a similar template does not mean we are the exact same person. And you'll not dare tell me what to do; you've already taken enough liberties with my person.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

...

Won't I?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ >BC ]

[also, sweating. So much sweating. And a weird boner too]

Not unless you are willing to accept the consequences of your actions. You may not find them to your liking.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

You assume a little too much, motherfucker.

Such as me in any sort of way bein' scared of you or any sort of consequences that could come from messin' with you.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

You assume just as much, especially in regards to the nature of my... reaction. If you know me so well as you claim, you should know just what sort of pot you are stirring with your toying.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Of course I know.

But I'm also the biggest motherfuckin' tease.

[He grins again.]

Come on. Tell me you want me to boss you around.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

So I gathered. But don't say I didn't warn you.

No. If you're not taking this seriously, then I don't see why I should give you the pleasure.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[Dave chuckles.]

It's chill. You don't have to allow anything.

I'll have my motherfuckin' fun all the same.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[sigh]

While I'm sure that's all well and good, are you quite finished here, or are you attempting to provoke me into pinning you to the nearest bookshelf and having my way with your face?

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

You couldn't --

[He vanishes to reappear atop another shelf.]

-- pin me --

[Then a nearby chair.]

-- if you motherfuckin' --

[Then sitting on a table opposite.]

-- tried.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head to the side, watching Strikara blankly]

Perhaps. Certainly not today, I think.

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

Well. Then let me know when there's a day you think you can.

[And then he's gone, but not before leaving a clown horn in the hand of the other troll.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

[Horn.]

[What?]

[This is just. This is just silly.]