#my propeller cap currently hangs on my closet door

[sabertoothwalrus]

torn between wanting to dress more like a handsome sexy butch but also unable to stop dressing like this

[thenewbrotherhood]

Sandwich Accords

(Upstairs) Murhder Shoveling one of the sandwiches into his mouth on the way up the stairs, he was even more pissed off that his current anger didn't allow him the pleasure of even tasting it on its way down. The thing could have been cardboard for all of its lack of culinary opulence. It was the premise of the thing now, and he was going to eat the damn sandwiches if it killed him...which it might if he didn't get the bottle of whiskey opened fast enough to wash it down. Reaching the room, still chewing like a squirrel with full cheeks, he kicked open the door with a grunt and closed himself inside with yet another kick. Sitting the other sandwich down on a nearby bedside table, he quickly yanked the bottle from under his arm, twisted the cap off with a spin and guzzled down half the bottle before stopping for a breath. The burn was nice and so was the buzz so he reached for the second sandwich without hesitation. Downing it just as quickly as the first, he finished off the bottle and slung it across the bed to land in the corner. Finally taking the time to look around, it was painfully obvious that this was no longer the room he shared with Prudence but a full out female, princess, frilly fuck you to manliness room of all rooms. And then it dawned on him just what it was she had been burning in the fire that night that he had watched from the trees. His. Shit. He had suspected but this was proof. Moving to the dresser just to confirm, he pulled out each drawer like a mad man, flinging item after item over his head in search of what he knew he would not find. His clothing, along with books, papers and mementos were all gone. Doing the same to the huge closet, he growled loudly as he ripped down the hanging items and carefully stored pillows, files and general female crap. Without stopping, he grabbed up a huge arm of Prudence's clothes and marched, if not a little wonky due to the whiskey, to the door and to the railing of the balcony. With a war cry that would shake the house, he hefted them up and over the rails and watched as the material scattered in a pile below. Satisfied that it had made a large enough mess, he repeated the process again and again with anything he could find that belonged to the "chosen". His rage had consumed him so fiercely and the whiskey had loosened his grip on reality so easily that he didn't even notice the tingle in his brain that signified that he might in fact be losing control of one beast and letting loose another. Prudence Prudence shook her head in answer to both fighters. “I wish I could Z, truly… but he seems to be hanging on for now and they are all still here except for Lassiter. The angel took off for some reason. I’m pretty sure he did something to stick his nose in it, but let’s hope it was to help things out and not…” Before she could finish her sentence a great roaring cry echoed throughout the basement. Prudence hung her head briefly and took a deep breath. She recognized Murhder’s voice and assumed that his young nephew had passed unto the Fade. “Well, that’s it then.” Holding up her hands to stop the three from charging up the stairs, she stepped closer to Throe. “Wait. Wait… I know this is hard, but please, all of you, stay down here a bit longer. Coming up will only make everything so much worse. They’ve all just lost someone dear to them and emotions are going to be running high. Let’s just get through today and we can see the last of them at sunset.” It was clear to see that her request didn’t sit well with any of them, and she could only hope that they would honor it. Rarely did she make any requests of them. Before any objections could be voiced, Prudence leaned up and placed a quick kiss to Throe’s cheek. Then turning from him, she reached out and gave Zypher’s arm a slight squeeze before heading to the steps leading upwards. It wasn’t until she was nearing the top and didn’t hear any footsteps following behind her, that she relaxed the tense hold of her shoulders. Maybe they would all come through this night alright after all. Just as she exited the kitchen on her way back to the den, she caught sight of something moving past her out of the corner of her eye. Jumping a little in surprise, it took a moment for her already stressed brain to make sense of what she was seeing. The entry way and space below the staircase was littered with items of clothing and other personal items, even as more rained down from the floor above. Looking up, she saw Murhder dump over another handful of what appeared to some of her belongings. “What are you DOING?!” It was no great surprise when he didn’t answer her question or that he just ignored her all together and turned back down the hallway. Shock and anger propelled her up the stairs at a dead run. Chasing after the sounds of destruction, she halted at the door to her bedroom and just looked in opened mouth surprise at the disaster left within. “Murhder, those are MY THINGS!” Murhder Hearing her approach, even over the sound of her things hitting the floor, he smirked smugly and ignored her shocked and awed question. Heading back down the hall and into the room, he turned when she entered and snarled in her direction, showing an ample amount of fang. "Exactly, get them the hell out of my room!" Grabbing up the last drawer full, he pressed passed her and down the short distance to the balcony and dumped it with a shake. He watched as a few blouses fluttered down atop the pretty significant pile. Turning to address her just one more time as she watched her clothes depart the upper area, he bent nose to nose with her and hissed as he spoke, unknowingly giving away the secret that he had been watching her. "At least they're not on FIRE!" The last word was practically spit in her direction before he pressed passed her once more. What he did not realize was that the action caused a folded, quickly scribbled note to fall from his back pocket and land squarely in the middle of the runner rug that led to the now vacant, not vacant room. Slamming the door behind him, he locked it with as much force as he could muster without breaking the mechanism and fell backwards onto the bed spread eagle. Prudence “At least they’re not on FIRE!” The vitriol hissed into her face with Murhder’s last statement hit Prudence like an actual blow and caused her to stumble a couple steps backwards from his bulking form. Hearing the door lock being slammed into place and the groan of the bed being similarly abused fueled her anger and helped her re-gained her footing. Snarling now herself, she snatched up the paper he’d dropped, smashed it angrily into a ball and threw it at the barred door with so much force that it immediately bounced back and hit her square in the chest. Standing with her chest heaving and heart pounding, Prudence blinked back tears of rage and grabbed the ineffective paper ball from the ground at her feet. She’d just been evicted lock stock and barrel from her OWN room by the very same person who’d let her be taken from her OWN house and she knew that there wasn’t anything…short of starting a war… that she could do about it now. The daylight hours held them all prisoner and as angry as she was, people dying for the massive hit to her dignity wasn’t something she could live with. Forcing herself to turn away from the bedroom, she un-messed the stupid paper ball with the intention of shredding the damn thing; then froze completely when she recognized her own name written in a scrawled hand. Her shocked intake of breath actually burned her lungs. She knew that hand… had spent time learning to decipher it over the years whenever she’d been left a note for supplies, or food, or just some random demand. It was Murhder’s writing…well, not quite Murhder’s, but that belonging to the other consciousness that sometimes shared his soul. Glancing at the closed bedroom door, she hurried away, least he open the door and catch her with the scribbled note. Only making it to the top of the staircase before her shaking legs forced her to sit, she smoothed out the note paper and she read what the Monster had written for her: {{“Prudence…If you get this it will be a fucking miracle but this is my last chance before the moron I share a body with does something to get rid of me for good. I don’t know if thats an idiotic thing or a mad genius at work but…time will tell I guess. I cant believe Im defending him or if it was my influence, but you need to know that you haven’t been alone. Our boy has been watching you from the shadows since he dumped you off with that inglorious band of filthy bastards. We watched you move with them from place to place, watched you as you took care of them and even guarded you in the market when you would make a supply run for your new boys. Its taken me a while to trust them but I see now that Murhder #1 knew what he was doing when he placed them in your care. Damn him and his bouts of sanity. Now Im asking you for one more favor. Shit!.....BRB……”}} The note ended abruptly there, except for some markings written in the old language that Prudence didn’t understand. There was no mistaking, however, the five exclamation marks after those written words…they’d been made with such emphasis they’d torn through the paper. “Oh my God” After quickly reading the rushed note a second time, Prudence carefully folded it and stuck it down inside her bra for safe keeping. Whatever his need was at its end, she couldn’t let Murhder know that his other half had been “awake” enough to pen her a message. Monster had already said M was trying to get rid of him forever, if he knew how close to the surface his other self had gotten, there was no telling what that might cause him to do. The heat from her anger had completely faded, leaving in its wake a chill that cut to her bones. With shaking hands Prudence brushed the hair back from her face and tried to calm the storm inside her mind with slow deep breaths. So, she’d been right when she’d guessed that her abduction by Throe had been allowed because of Murhder reclaiming complete hold over himself, it was the only thing that had ever seem to make sense. But to learn he’d been following her the whole time! Now that was totally a surprise. Prudence had believed all this time that M’s abandonment had meant he’d cared nothing at all for her…maybe that hadn’t been quite the whole truth. Suddenly his hissed words and the dumping of her things made sense. He must have paid witnessed her break down and bonfire. “Jesus…” What a fucking mess she’d made of everything. Using the banister to pull herself up, Prudence leaned on it for added support as she descended the stairs. She wasn’t sure at all what to do next about any of this, but for now she’d better hide the evidence of Murhder’s tantrum before Throe or one of the others decided to come and check out all the shouting. More fighting was certainly NOT what any of them needed and about all that she could hope to manage. August 8, 2017