⊰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]

[ The grin doesn't leave his face. Such a filthy creature. ]

You can try it on me, if I get to try all that on you.

[ Mock-considering. ]

Bitter, I imagine. Cold, too.

[firstsnake]

[Her father is the bringer of filth, Karl. Existence was nothing but fire before he brought the rain and the mud.]

Maggot, you couldn't touch a hair on my head. You worthless sack of skin.

[Purred, sweetness and venom. She is flirting, that's true, but she's also deathly serious. Karl has said at least he isn't an insect, but Snake would contest this. He isn't even an insect.]

[worldofourown]

[ This is familiar. Like being the focus of Nathan during one of his tantrums. He has to laugh. ]

We'll see how loud that pretty voice chirps after I'm done stuffing your entrails down your mouth.

[firstsnake]

Wanna know a secret?

[worldofourown]

All right.

But I won't promise I can keep it~

[firstsnake]

I don't have any entrails, you ridiculous slug.

[worldofourown]

What are you made of?

Cotton candy? Moths? Embalming fluid?

[firstsnake]

[She brings her index finger to her temple, winking. The gesture is mostly cute except for its vague resemblance to bringing a gun to her head.]

Every snake that's ever borne fangs. Mud and leaves and venom. I'm not a person, little morsel, I'm an idea.

[worldofourown]

An idea incarnate?

How charming.

[ So very dry. ]

Who conjured you up?

[firstsnake]

My father, I'm pretty sure you know him, you fucking glutton. Blizzard bitch doesn't want you and you're not enough of a sychophant for the Burning Path. Lydia doesn't do hunters.

That makes you ours, which makes you mine.

[worldofourown]

Your father? No. I doubt I've had the pleasure.

Yours?

Oh no~ I already belong to someone else.

[firstsnake]

Oh my god, shut up!

[She's laughing, but definitely serious.]

You know my father every time you or your stupid bitch queen stuffs yourselves bloated, every time you fuck, every time jealousy sears through your worthless body. You've seen enough Springs, he's been inside your lungs, sucked at your feet-- [She has been growing more excited as she talks, building to something, but she cuts off suddenly:] God I just want to drown you. Have you ever been torn apart from the inside?

[worldofourown]

My, you talk a lot.

[ Amused. Laughingly so. ]

...Yes I have. What of it?

[firstsnake]

Good! You've got practice.

[worldofourown]

I'd offer you some too.

But apparently you're just an idea. Hm~ Does that mean if I don't acknowledge you, you'll disappear?

[firstsnake]

Nope.