⊰viii⊱ // action/video // 4th wall

[auguria]

[Hello City. Your friendly neighorhood augur is out on the green today, like always, but for once he doesn't appear to be surrounded by birds. He has instead been descended on by a small pack of girls. They are sitting in a crescent circle behind him, all looking curiously down into the camera.]

I know how to work that thing, Jast, fork it over.


It belongs to him, Snake, enough.


Just put it away, I don't want to talk to them...


They allll belong to-to the masssster. This iiiis of no con-on-onsequence.


Hello, everyone, I hope you're enjoying the beautiful weather!

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[worldofourown]

Charming.

You found groupies.

[razor_edge]

[She leans in to stare at him with piercing eyes, a very pale blue. She herself is almost translucent, bleached by the sun into this blinding optic shade with a flame of red hair over her skull. Even when she isn't speaking... there is the faintest sound of buzzing.]

No. Ssssilence.

[worldofourown]

Why are you hissing?

[ Such an ethereal wisp of a thing. ]

Speech impediment?

[razor_edge]

[The buzzing grows louder, more insistent and aggressive.]

I do not-not hisssss.

[worldofourown]

[ He can feel it, like an unpleasant burst of static. ]

Sibilate? Sizz? Blow raspberries?

You're still doing it.

[razor_edge]

Iiii am wasp.

[Clearly you've never spoken to one before.]

[worldofourown]

[ He doesn't speak to wasps, no. ]

...Really?

Pft. The insects just get bigger every year.

[razor_edge]

Aaaand creatures of flesssh more im-impudent.

[She's clearly annoyed, but her face is almost agonizingly blank. Perhaps its because her mouth does not emote much. It is all in those eyes, in that humming crescendo that surrounds her.]

[worldofourown]

Still hissing. You should get that checked out.

[ The humming is beginning to hurt his ears. ]

[firstsnake]

[If you want to hear some hissing, Karl, you should try this one. She grins, her tongue flickering between her teeth for a fraction of a second.]

No point talking to her, you know.

[worldofourown]

Really?

[ A crooked smile. ]

Have you more interesting things to say?

[firstsnake]

Nah. Bitches like her just want you on your knees. [She does something lewd with mouth, lips pouting, jaw slack.] Begging redemption and immolation at the hands of the eye in the sky.

[She wipes the expression off her face, rolling her eyes instead.]

I'm the life of this party.

[worldofourown]

[ ...What a strange girl... ]

Do I get a party-favor?

[firstsnake]

You think you deserve a party favor?

[A voice of honey and filth.]

[worldofourown]

Naturally.

[ A voice after his own heart. ]

[firstsnake]

How about I tell you what I'll do for you.

[That smile is too wide for her face. They all make a poor approximation of humanity, truthfully, the vastness of their existence always stretching these pathetic forms of flesh.]

Are you listening? Listening real good?

[worldofourown]

I'm all ears.

[ ...At least this one seems amusing... ]

[hallucinatory]

[what is he watching. no, nevermind the rest of the girls who passed by on the screen - there's only one face he recognize, and his fingers brush against her image, his face contorted into self-loathing and hate as he remembers.]

[firstsnake]

[She's not as good at playing coy as daddy, she's just a little snake, she can't make it rain or make the wind blow, but she can be by his side in an instant, arms wrapped around his ribs and pressed into chest.]

[hallucinatory]

[coy. that was not coy, you heathen, with you and your damned father that max had to suffer through]

I prefer winter, [and he pries her arms away from him.] The cold never offends me as much as you and your father do.

[firstsnake]

You love me and you missed me.

[A statement of fact, her hands catching at his clothes insistently, just like brambles and thorns, maybe even fangs.]

[hallucinatory]

No. Not me. Not with you. You were never worth the grief.

[maybe spring. spring everywhere, even with his eyes closed, even while he lays the vestments over his body, even when he goes to sleep. it's a disease and a leprosy he's been contaminated with.]

[firstsnake]

The cold doesn't suit you.

[She knows there's no forgetting, she knows her father is imprinted on all of his senses and nerves - (that smell, so cloying sweet and rotting.) He belongs. Isn't it lovely? To be so warm and so close, drowning in the wonder of it all.]

I won't bite you. [Simpering and mewling, making a mockery of him.] I won't if you just kiss me.

[hallucinatory]

You don't get to decide what suits me.

[he pries away her fingers from him, scowling.]

And you haven't done anything to earn that.

[firstsnake]

I have, I've been so nice to you.

[Her tongue flickers obscenely.]

You should let others care for you, wormling. You're so rude.