He wanted revenge. It was in his blood to seek it out when he had been wronged. He had been incredibly wronged by Rook. The need for retribution overwhelmed his senses as he stalked the other through the camp; making sure he was silent on his feet.
He would not tolerate the hot humiliation he had endured by one of Rook's pranks. So he continued to stalk the other, and with swiftness of a striking serpent, he grasped his lance, and taking the dull end to swipe the legs out from under the other. He twirled his weapon before striking the ground near Rook's head.
He leaned downward, a malice fueled smile spreading across his lips, his ivory lashes slowly blinking like a hungry cat.
" Give me one good reason I shouldn't kick the shit out of you." He nearly purred. He wondered how long he could make the other squirm under him. The thought delighted him.
@karmints liked for a starter.
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and tonight will be the night i will fall for yew
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thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……
you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.
one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.
twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.
but you’re captivated, all the same.
(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)
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[Day 360]
COUGH I am so (not) sorry this is also roleswapverse. We talked about having a plotline take place in a fancy event at some point (potentially: at Docfather's casino)(which probably is invite only, so Ariana and Pearl Moon as a reporter were invited ;3), and then I blacked out and this appeared on my screen,
Edit: AND Pearl and Ariana brought their partners to the event, I just realized there was missing context HELPEPWP. This is Scar in the drawing, and Pearl and Gem are in another wip!
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