it’s been a bit since he’s seen @vyssinx. the ghostly sweetness of cake still lingered on his tongue, driving him mad for another taste, tantalizing enough to draw the shade from his woodsy protection and towards the looming castle. dashing and weaving between shadows and-
@vyssinx is shouted.
“you!”
the voice a little grating on the ears, clearly haven’t been used in years.
“cake?”
and it would seem red would have the special privilege of hearing this is usage though its reasoning was a-
@vyssinx his nose.
cake
without a delay longer the shade zips after it- up winding stairs, passed a screeching group of maids, passed countless doors and paintings and decor till the scent become strongest.
to which he’d happily dash in- with a loud bang as-
passing people till the destinations mind is reached.
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blue eyes flick about. where. . . . where would the red one be? lips pull back in a growl of mild frustration.-
@BrxkenHappiness life, and chance of freedom.
e n e m i e s
“i remember y o u , red hero. i remember what you did. we are not friends.” the last word hissed. “there is no niceness between us. niceness is what gets you k i l l e d .”
a long distrusting stare is given as his hand curls away. a good beat of silence passes behind the pair before the his form relaxes. glancing between the red one’s hand and his face.
....no touch.
that was the only thing he’d say again before moving closer.-