✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨
rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work
@theotherwhybietoldmeso & @killerandhealerqueen
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. Forgive me. I was fighting demons (imposter syndrome, crippling self doubt, fatigue, and a wild pack of mental illnesses). (◕દ◕) But! I'm finally back after like three ass weeks. <( ̄︶ ̄)> So, here! A v unserious snippy from my we have to stay silly modern kidlaw au (yeah, shocker, it's them bastards again) that I've been doing sometimes on the side just for shits n giggles. 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜
The call connected and Killer's accent crackled out of the speaker. “Law? What's up?”
“Nothing urgent. I just need to know if Eustass h—”
“Yeah, his phone’s dead again. He's in the shed. You want him?”
“What?”
“Hang on. I'll get him.”
Law pinched the bridge of his nose. Squeezed his eyes shut till he saw pinpricks. “No, I just need to know if—”
"Oi, Kid! Your boyfriend wants to speak ta ya!"
Law snapped his eyes back open and nearly crushed his phone as his hand clenched in a useless attempt to smother the speaker.
Ahead of him in the aisle, hands in his pockets, Cora stopped. His leg held out in front of him as he froze mid-stride.
Dammit.
After a beat, as if he'd been waiting for what he'd heard to start making a little more sense, Cora slowly turned on his heel. His other leg still stuck out in front of him and the hem of his heart-covered button-up twirling with him.
He stared wide-eyed at Law. The embodiment of flabbergasted. His raised boot absently clicking down on the supermarkets’ bland tiling like an accompanying exclamation point.
Dammit!
"He's not my damn boyfriend!" Eustass yelled, taking the words out of Law's mouth.
The heavy rock blasting from the shed’s stereo lowered enough in volume to not blow out Law's phone speaker and Eustass' voice dropped several octaves as he brought Killer's phone up to his ear.
“Miss me, did ya, sweetheart?”
His eyes bulging, Cora took several steps back in bewilderment and tripped over one of the restocking boxes stacked in the aisle.
"Shut up, Eustass!" Law snapped. His face igniting alongside his fury. "You're on speaker!"
There was a pause so pregnant it had reached its third trimester. Then Eustass chuckled. It had a grotesque amount of facetious glee in it.
"Am I now?"
So. That had been a mistake. But Law could only double down now.
"Behave," he said through clenched teeth. "Or I'll—"
"You'll what? Don't go making promises you can't keep, princess."
Cora toppled back over the box trying to get up and landed on his back with his legs sticking straight up.
"I'm going to—!" Catching Cora's eye from down on the floor, Law sighed. "Doesn't matter. I'll deal with you later. Cora-san wants to know if you have any dietary restrictions.”
He scrunched down into his jacket. Tense. Gritting his teeth. Law still wasn't sure how Cora had talked him into letting him come over and cook dinner. But if it had been a bad idea before, it was a horrendous one now.
Eustass Kid was an arsehole. Always had been. Always would be. Always was. There wasn't a chance in hell he could be trusted not to—
"Hold up. Cora's there?"
"Yesss," Law hissed, ready to brain him.
“Put him on then.”
“Don't tell me what to do!”
Cora looked from Law to the phone and then accepted it when Law clicked his tongue on his teeth in irration and offered it down to him.
Tagging @schwazombie (no pressure. You keep working on those kidlawgust prompts if you're still on a roll 😊) and anyone else that wants to give it a whirl ✨✨
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Defenestration
Knives watches with utter disgust as Vash excitedly bites into a salmon sandwich. Neither of them needs to actually eat but Vash still seems to enjoy it, something Knives could never understand, even as they were living with Rem. It’s just one of these things where Vash acts more like a human than the independent plant that he actually is. It is at least half the reason for Knives disdain for food.
Across the street are some human children playing and one of the older ones vaults through an open window to go and hide.
“Oh, that reminds me, Nai,” Vash says. “If thrown through a window or having to break through one, the safest way is to tuck your arms and legs in, cover your face and break it with a foot first. Also try avoiding the frames, if possible. They hurt.”
It’s not unusual for his brother to say something completely random and equally useless. It does not stop Knives from leveling him with a frosty stare. “Vash,” he drawls tetchily, “Why the hell do you feel the need to mention this?"
“Just in case?” Vash replies, with the expression of innocence personified.
Knives feels himself bristle and he wants to grit his teeth at that. Thankfully for Vash he has a better grip on emotions and impulses than brutish humans do. “I may have agreed to that asinine proposal of you and that girl-”
“Meryl.”
“-but if you believe I will ever be put in such a situation, you are sorely mistaken, brother.
Vash is now paying only half attention to Knives, seemingly distracted by a cat he spotted preening at them from around a corner.
“Well, I sure hope we can stick to that! The not breaking through windows thing, that is,” he says in that overly cheery tone he likes to use. It’s more fake than it was when they were children, although Knives has a harder time than he would ever admit to himself to tell just how much of it is fake and how much is genuine. He should probably also consider that his brother is turning the chipper up to eleven just to spite him, or make a point. it doesn’t really matter. Even if he were entirely genuine it wouldn't dull the irritation at all.
“But you did nearly knock yourself out that time you jumped out of the window after me in July, so you know…” This time Vash goes for that casual tone he also uses a lot, far more than it is actually appropriate.
Knives right eye twitches. Vash pspsps’ at the cat while waving a piece of salmon he dug out of the sandwich, clearly no longer paying any attention to his brother.
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shakespeare was crazy for giving edmund the line "You look as you had something more to say" bc it really shows that the gloucester brothers had so much left unsaid between them even AFTER edgar spoke of kent shortly after that line. in my eyes that isn't what 'more' edgar had to say – maybe just part of it, but i feel like the speech would've been a million times more emotional if edgar didn't hold back as much due to albany's order of "If there be more, more woeful, hold it in".
curse shakespeare for not exploring the depth of the gloucester brothers relationship (not really, ik theyre just a subplot). i need to come up with it myself.
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