#now i understand why my brother insists he *must* stay up to 1am every night because it's his only alone time

[divinekangaroo]

I wrote (longhand) soooooooooo much (gratuitous modern PB AU) while on four days of absolutely internet-less camping.

Tonight I have written nothing XD

[wannawrite]

Siloso Vibes

who?: Wanna One’s Ha Sungwoon genre: 🌸 type: bullet point, part of Christmas collab wink wonk blog navigator. • part of the collab with @onlyjihoonsand@hwinkinghwi • a day at Sentosa with Sungwoon + added Christmas spirit finally writing something for Sungwoon :”), never got a request for him before so I’m happy - Admin L posted late out of respect for Jonghyun. Admins will officially return on the 25/12 Rest in peace, king. you did well. forever and always in my heart. 

• Sentosa • first, I need to explain what Sentosa is and what there is on that island • so Sentosa is an island off the coast of Singapore, linked to the mainland by a bridge • everything there is built on reclaimed land • which is basically throwing sand into the sea to form a platform • I think so • yeah • okay • ‘babe,’ someone says, waking you up from your sleep. ‘Come on, wake up.’ • oh, it’s Sungwoon • who let him into my house? • WHO • I NEED SLEEP • oh yeah, my parents are completely in love with him so I can understand why the gladly opened the door for him • Ha Sungwoon had your parents wrapped around his pinky finger • he finally took a trip back to your homeland after graduation • let me explain • you had flown to Seoul, South Korea to further your university education and there, you met Sungwoon • you guys started going out in Junior year • everyone shipped it • Daniel owed Jihoon $10 • Jaehwan was so touched, he composed multiple songs for both of you • and some were on his debut album • oooh • recently, the both of you had graduated university • CONGRATS TO THE CLASS OF 2017 • AND TO EVERYONE STILL STUDYING, KEEP GOING AND WORKING HARD • YOU GOT THIS • YOU WILL MAKE IT OUT ALIVE • burning the midnight oil writing papers and feasting on instant noodles at 2am was all worth it to hold that 4.0 GPA in your hands • uhh…maybe • possibly • I’m sure its GPA calculated there • sorry, no wifi to check right now :( • right after your graduation ceremony • you ran back to your dorm, packed up whatever was left and met Sungwoon in the campus carpark • he was decked out in full tourist attire • floral beach button down • board shorts • fanny pack securely tightened around his waist • and of course • he just HAD to wear his Birkenstocks • of all of his expensive shoes rotting in his house • his Birkenstocks • at least they weren’t Crocs • you were grateful for that • at least that • I have nothing against Birkenstocks • I guess they just aren’t my style • but Sungwoon still looked like a freaking buffet so you weren’t complaining • he’s probably that young guy who can pull of the ‘dad look’ really well • you know • random coloured t-shirt • or polo • jean shorts? kakis? • white high socks tucked into sports sneakers • or moccasins • maybe pairing Adidas socks with Nike running shoes • can’t forget that leather fanny pack • or a black dad hat • sometimes he would trade that for a snapback or sun hat • okay that’s enough visualising weird images • brain: Sungwoon with that Prince Eric black hair, golden circular spectacles, in a white button-down with the first few buttons open and tight-fitting black slacks • me: SCREAMS • THROWS MYSELF OUT OF A WINDOW • you know that iconic Jimin black hair part? yeah, that one. that would look SO good on Sungwoon • he’s sort of Jimin’s brother anyway • let’s move on • shall we? • Sungwoon as Prince Eric though • super frickin’ hot • ENOUGH • so you two threw your stuffed suitcases into your car trunk and sped off to Jaehwan’s mansion • that’ll be Sungwoon’s car’s house for the next month • some of your friends are there chilling out, still clad in graduation gowns • they’re like ‘what’ • after explaining, they wished you a safe journey and kissed both of you goodbye • Sungwoon left a 23-page journal on how to care for his car • in case Jaehwan had no idea • he was reassured when Minhyun mentioned he would be living with Jaehwan until his apartment was ready • Sungwoon’s car would be safe in Minhwan’s hands • hopefully • Jisung and Daniel drove the two of you to the airport • helping with the luggage and all • Jisung pushing Daniel on the trolley that’s actually meant for baggage • snapping pictures like fansites • ‘hi I’m starting a Sungwoon fansite, I’d like to call it Smolwoon.’ • angry chilli padi Sungwoon activated • he’s so small but spicy I love • ready for takeoff • taken off • RUN DANIEL RUN • is there a sungwoon fansite with that name? please link them if it exists • if not, feel free to take the name • or smallwoon • and tell me about it! • you and Sungwoon eventually get checked in and everything • after hugging Daniel and Jisung of course • video calling the rest of your friends to say goodbye • Jisung almost shed tears • wow • imagine of Seongwoo was there • drama time • flights are such a blessing, I personally love flying and travelling • slept on the flight in Seoul • woke up in Singapore • hELLO CHANGI AIRPORT IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN MY LOVE BEST AIRPORT IN THE WORLD • YOU’RE DOING GREAT CHANGI AIRPORT • it was so cute to see Sungwoon half stumble off the plane • because he had an amazing nap • he emerged still sleepy-eyed and clearly freshly awoken • I’m talking bed-head, trying to cover up his puffy face with glasses and a mask • but he looked refreshed and well-rested so all is well • it’s important to sleep properly! • says the one who stays up to 2am to watch Master Key • Master Key is really addicting, I’ve never been so whipped • you guys managed to get a cab • around 1am three days ago, you got to your house after Sungwoon was dropped off at his hotel • because your house didn’t exactly have a guest room and sleeping in your room was a huge no-no • so you called and talked to him until 2am • how the hell did he wake early enough to get from Ritz Carlton to your home • what even • Sungwoon wasn’t one to wake early • he loved his sleep • and his pre-bed skin-care routine • speaking of which, his skin was effortlessly glowing • hmm, must be a change of weather • ‘BABE!’ Sungwoon yelled, shaking your blanket-clad figure. ‘WAKE UP!’ • was he…okay? • why does he want to deprive me of sleep? isn’t he supposed to come and cuddle with me? • :( • oh! • IT’S TODAY • ‘Aren’t you excited?’ Sungwoon whines, sitting on the edge of your bed. ‘Today’s going to be so much fun!’ • ‘and tomorrow,’ you mumble, still half asleep. ‘Are you not jet lagged? I feel like    I got run over by a truck.’ • SG translation: I kena truck langar • Sungwoon laughs, beaming brightly, sparkling like a total angel • ‘I am but I conquered all to come see you~’ • ROMANTIC • he’s such a hopeless romantic but pretends he isn’t • just a vibe • ‘see,’ he says, pulling up his Uber app to show you his new ride. ‘I even took an Uber here myself, and I spoke to the driver with slang and English.’ • you guys are probably using a mix of Korean and English to communicate btw • it’s so fun speaking in two languages • like you can interchange words into sentences • and no one around you will know what you’re saying • and when you speak dialect, it’s like your communicating in a secret code • for me at least • heh • you guys never had qualms speaking in both languages • for Sungwoon, who had pored over his English notes night after night so he could increase his fluency level, independently taking an Uber with a mainly English speaking driver was a huge deal • friendly reminder that English is not the only language in this world and people should not be obliged to learn/speak it. • it may be a commonly used language and more prominent but that still doesn’t mean everyone has to abandon their culture and switch to English • also, that Kpop, Jpop, Cpop, Cantopop, Bollywood, any other non-native English speaking idols/groups do not need to speak English to be valid • goes for anyone for that matter • :)))) • let people appreciate their cultures and languages • yay okay back to the story • the reason for Sungwoon’s excitement and eagerness • ahem..peculiar behaviour such as rising early • your itinerary for today was a day at Sentosa • more specifically, Universal Studios Singapore • can someone please go with me? • tomorrow would be Adventure Cove • should there be a part two for this? tell me, please • moving on… • it’s the most wonderful time of the year • to visit Universal Studios • well, the queues even at 10am in the morning proved you wrong • but we shall backtrack a little • how you got out of the house? • Sungwoon practically dragged you out of bed • threw you into the shower • saying that he would get your breakfast ready • you tried to battle the morning heat and wake up at the same time by taking an icy cold shower • WAKE UP • emerged refreshed and ready to roll • sort of • Sungwoon was sitting in the living room, talking to your parents • no sucking up needed to win their favour • especially since he helped to prepare your breakfast • ‘oh babe, you’re here! I packed your breakfast in a lunch box in case we didn’t have time.’ • so prepared I can’t • pulls a MOTHER • Sungwoon mum mode: activated • I know Jisung’s the mum but Sungwoon is probably the grandmother, mother or 帅叔叔 [handsome uncle] • flashback when Xuan described San E as 怪叔叔 [strange uncle] • I’m cackling • maybe Sungwoon could be a strange uncle too • eh • he strikes me as that • ‘see,’ he says, patting a stuffed tote black. ‘I even prepared all the things we could need. Umbrella, raincoat, sunscreen, moisturiser, bb cream…oh! This is a new kind of energy drink Jaehwan recommended!’ • hmmm….Jaehwan recommended • okay then… • your parents are SWOONING • WHAT A WELL-ORGANISED MAN • probably has an organiser in that tote • ‘uhh, okay. thanks, babe. so, mum and dad, we’ll be making a move.’ • your parents insist you update them every few hours • and they take a picture • like a prom picture • don’t blame them, they’ve only seen you and Sungwoon over Skype calls and Facetime • you guys hug them goodbye • ‘LET’S GO’ Sungwoon yells, tossing his tote into the backseat of your Rover • maybe some other car because Rovers are unreasonably expensive here • everything is unreasonably expensive here • ‘VROOM!’ • you speed off towards Sentosa. • in the ticketing queue, Sungwoon insists on applying a thick layer of sunblock • you hold his mirror • and then he does it on your face, purposely not blending it • asian beauty standards are like: • pls stop whitewashing • and idolising fair/white skin • dark skin is beautiful and should be deemed normal and acceptable too • anyway • at least he blended the cream properly before you approached the staff • Sungwoon couldn’t stop yelling excitedly as he entered the gates • he was amazed by every single little thing • CHRISTMAS SONGS • CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS • CHRISTMAS SPIRIT • santa hats everywhere • he does have Lotte World • but this was a whole new universe • ;) • Sungwoon’s hand envelopes yours and you two happily skip to the first ride • ‘what about Transformers?’ • ‘sure!’ • honestly, the queue for this ride is so ridiculous • luckily, Sungwoon keeps you entertained by taking a ton of Snapchat filtered selfies • Snow filters • making memes • Facetiming a tired Jihoon - time difference • who wishes he tagged along • he screams a lot during the ride • and screams after about how much fun he had • you two go on a couple more rides • got chased by a T-rex and got a bird’s eye view of the park • burnt to a crisp by a fire-breathing mummy before the roller coaster plunged backwards • went on a safari adventure and nearly got eaten by a crocodile • these are some of my favourite rides tbh • went along for a boat ride with Madagascar animals • ‘yo Sungwoon are you sure you’re tall enough to ride this?’ you tease playfully. • he pouts • yells a bit • before securing his red baseball cap on his head and confidently marching into the queue • ‘watch me.’ • ‘small is spicy.’ • after, you guys ended up buying ice cream • salted popcorn in a Minion container • Sungwoon calculated the expenses to the very cent • he’s either the guy to drop $1000 in a blink of an eye with no hesitation • or drop his friend off before the ERP [a system you pay - using cash card - to use a certain road via vehicle] because he wants to save that $2 • this happens to my friend irl lol ^ • you guys even purchase matching Santa hats • even though those at the mama shop are SO MUCH cheaper • Sungwoon persuades you to buy matching shirts too • ‘uhh are you really sure you want to buy that shirt for Guanlin?’ you questioned, pointing to the shirt in Sungwoon’s hands he got from the children’s section • ‘oh shush I know my son through and through, he’ll love it.’ • ‘….he’s almost 18 soon-‘ • ‘nope!’ Sungwoon exclaims, clamping a hand over your mouth. ‘No, no. His 8th birthday just passed.’ • poor Guanlin • Sungwoon and Jisung are going to feed him banana milk for the rest of his life • ‘what about Daehwi? He’s your son too.’ you point out his bias • ‘…well, he’s Jisung’s son right now because the sun is still out but I should buy my babies matching shirts too right?’ • ‘babe, help me choose one!’ • you guys spend at least half an hour haggling over shirts • which colour one would match Daehwi’s skin more? • wait, this is the exact colour of Guanlin’s eyes! • …this t-rex reminds me a lot of my sons • bet, Guanlin looks like this when he wakes up • *ends up spending much more than anticipated* • Sungwoon takes a brave step and agrees to ride the Battlestar Galactica:  Human Vs Cylon • two of the major roller coasters here • ‘woon, are you sure you’re over 125cm? you need to measure your height again…’ • *167cm* • ‘HAH’ he grins triumphantly • sighs • is confident • and brags about how he loves roller coasters • until he’s standing behind the metal gate, waiting for the cars to come back and all the screams from the previous riders can be heard • ‘uh babe are you sure you want to sit in the first carriage? I can always ask them to change our seats if you’re scared.’ • *bats eyelids* • you nearly fall for it • then, you gently push him to take his seat • ‘WAIT NO MY THING ISN’T CLICKING SHUT’ • a staff has to help him secure his barrier • he takes a deep breath • ‘I’m more nervous then when it was my debut-‘ • *yelling begins* • *yelling pauses* • Sungwoon nearly passes out • after,,, ‘THAT WAS SO FUN LET’S GO AGAIN BABE.’ • you guys stay there until almost closing time • cue staff trying to chase you out • ‘the night is still young.’ • so, you take a trip to Siloso Beach to watch the sunset • munching on fries • you rest your head in Sungwoon’s lap, his hands playing with your hair • the waves crash against the beach, the sunlight glimmers against your skin • ‘this is so different from Korea…’ Sungwoon mutters, almost to himself • he kisses your forehead affectionately, causing a smile to pull at your lips • ‘I like spending this kind of Christmas with you too.’

[gingerly-writing]

Piracy Pays In Betrayal

@christinawritesfiction thank you for the tag! I really really enjoyed writing this (as you can tell by the length!) I will admit to pulling this entire thing out of my ass at 1am two nights in a row so honestly who knows what this is supposed to be

also figured @boothewriter and @lmartinezwrites might like this seeing as, y’know, pirates. 

Tagging @rrrawrf-writes and @haphazardlyparked , my prompt filling queens. hope you enjoy filling this (if you choose to) as much as I did!

Prompt: “I’ll shoot. I mean, you thought I actually loved you?” 

Urial scoffed. "Uh, yes?" He raised a hand, a roll of tatty parchment hanging from his fingers. "Enough to give me this, at least." 

Terion mocking grin was too tight on his face, false in every aspect. Like all things that didn't fit right it pinched, his cheeks aching. Still, he held it; if he dropped his bravado now, he would have nothing left. "Please," he taunted, "don't be so naïve. As though I'd give you the real treasure map, just because you asked." 

Urial raised an eyebrow. "If this is fake, why do you want it back so badly?" 

He stood at the bow of the ship, the railings digging into his spine, backed into the corner by Terion's superior weaponry. Moonlight shone in his dark hair; Terion was so used to them being at sea together that he almost mistook the shimmer for sea spray. 

More importantly, Terion thought, forcing himself to refocus, Urial held the map out over the edge, threatening to drop it into the waves unless Terion put down his gun. They were at a stalemate. Using their shattered love as a weapon was the only option either of them had left. Or at least, Terion thought bitterly, his shattered love. Urial had probably been playing him all along; he had been an actor before joining the ship, and acting was only one small step away from lying, after all. 

"Maybe I don't want it back," Terion lied. "Maybe I want to know what the hell you think you're playing at. Betraying me?" He forced out a chuckle, his signature dark amusement refusing to flood his veins. Instead, his stomach sat like lead in his boots, disbelief tearing at his intestines. "I never thought of you as a fool, Urial." 

Was it his imagination, or did the other man's cheeks flush pink? "I'm not a fool," he insisted. "I know what I'm doing." 

Terion took a dangerous step forward, hips rocking into the motion. Urial's gaze shot down to his boots, slid up his black leather-clad legs and came back to rest on his gun. Heat flashed briefly, before Urial composed his face back into contemptuous fortitude. 

"Do you?" 

"Yes," Urial snapped. Oh, he was losing his composure now, real emotion finally shining through. "Of course I do." 

"Then tell me." Terion didn't let his aim waver as he rocked backward on his heels, long black coat ghosting around his ankles. "What is this ingenious plan of yours?" 

"I'm not the one who adores monologuing. Unlike some people," Urial's tone turned pointed, a poisoned dagger, "I don't love the sound of my own voice."

 "Maybe not, but I sure loved listening to you. You always sounded so pretty when you moaned." Terion bared his teeth, slowly sinking into the flow of the conversation, the cut and thrust, the threats. "I wonder if you'll sound different when you scream." 

Urial stared him down. "If I scream right now, the port guard will coming running. They'll arrest you and hang you for piracy." 

Terion shrugged, as though the idea of death didn't terrify him. "You'll be dead before they set foot on my ship." 

"And your precious map will be lost to the waves." 

Again, stalemate. 

"Come on," Terion coaxed, "tell me who commissioned you to steal the map." Tell me who I need to make bleed. 

Urial tilted his head up. Pride, that one, the line of his jaw held slightly higher on the left. Terion hated that he recognised it, that he knew this traitor so intimately. "Nobody commissioned me." 

It clicked, then. The jaunty tilt to Urial's chin he had only seen from one family, the fancy name, the false aspects to his background. The dark hair, ice blue eyes- his skin was too tanned, but a little time out in the elements could have easily achieved that. "You bastard," Terion whispered, the wind stealing the words from his mouth. He said it louder the second time, a realisation more than a curse. "You're the bastard. You're Lord Cuthbert's bastard, Admiral Cuthbert's younger brother." 

Now it was Urial's turn for his expression to pinch, a sharp tightness springing up around his eyes. Still, his smile remained cocky. "Finally, the genius pirate captain understands the truth. If it hadn't been right in front of your eyes the whole time, I might even be impressed. You're the first person to ever work that out, you know. Usually I've slit their throat in their sleep before we ever got this far." 

"And yet, my throat is still intact." Terion rubbed his palm over the exposed skin above his collar, emphasising the point. "I wonder why that might be. Perhaps because little boy lost fell in love with the big, bad pirate captain?" 

"Hardly," Urial scoffed. "My brother simply wishes to kill you himself." 

"So he makes a criminal out of you?" Another step forward, hips swinging seductively. "A whore out of you?" He stopped his advance as Urial raised the parchment in threat, but that didn't stop Terion dropping his voice to a whisper. "A corpse out of you?" 

"Shut up," the younger man snapped, before quickly recomposing himself. "I've had more training than you could imagine. Take another step forward and I will dismember you with my bare hands. If I can run a covert operation alone in the middle of the ocean on an enemy pirate ship, I can take care of one heartbroken fool." 

When the conversation had flipped, Terion couldn't pinpoint, but suddenly he was the one wielding the influence. He drew the net closer around his catch. "If you're so well trained," he crooned, pitching his voice in that velvet bedroom tone that made adult men and women fall to their knees, "why are you shaking? Are you afraid of me, Urial?" 

Oh, he could see it in his eyes, the moment when Urial realised he couldn't use the cold as an excuse for goosebumps in the middle of the tropics. The excuse froze on his tongue, lips parted. Tempting, oh so tempting. 

Terion prowled half a step closer, as close as he could get without risking Urial making a snatch for his gun. "I rather think you are. After all, your darling brother must have briefed you on what I think of spies. Surely he told you about the fate of your predecessor." 

That pink tongue peeped out to wet chapped lips. Urial said nothing. 

"Oh, and to think that poor fellow hadn't even betrayed me personally. To think he hadn't shared my bed. I'm going to have a great deal of fun deciding what to do with you." Terion held out a hand, imperious. "Hand it over, Urial. I can be bribed into leniency." 

"I would rather die," Urial spat, "than help you. Besides," he waved the scroll, "this is your life's work, isn't it? Your magnum opus, the crime of the century. I don't even know what this leads to and I know you'd kill for it, maybe even die for it. You won't shoot me." Confidence was seeping back into his posture, standing taller as his spine straightened and shoulders pushed back. "You wouldn't shoot me anyway, really. We both know you're in love with me, even if you won't admit it." 

"Was." It was one word, a whisper on the wind. God, he wished that was the truth. "I was in love with the idea of loving you, I suppose. It seems outright betrayal is an excellent remedy to such flights of fancy." Terion ran his spare hand through his hair, subconsciously missing the weight of his captain's hat. "Besides, now I see the resemblance, it makes me feel sick just looking at you. Nobility always did know how to inbreed, even in the case of bastards, and you have the unfortunate bad luck to closely resemble your sneering pig of a brother. Will he cry, I wonder, when I send your corpse home piece by tortured piece?" 

"He'll be glad to know you were denied your precious map," Urial retorted. Was there anger in those pale eyes? Uncertainty? For a man Terion thought he could read so well, Urial on guard was proving quite the enigma. "He'll be even happier to know I broke your black heart, making it that much easier for him to finish you off." 

"As if," Terion scoffed. "Now hand it over, and I might contemplate letting you crawl back to your master largely in one piece." 

"Never." 

And there they were again: stalemate. 

The sun was rising before either of them gave an inch, the early morning sounds of screaming gulls and pirates groaning as they woke up below decks. Both men were tired, arms shaking and fingers growing numb after hours of standoff, but it was only Terion that smiled at the dawning sun. 

"Feeling tired, bastard boy?" Terion laughed cruelly as Urial forced his eyelids back open. "You can't stay awake forever, whereas I can have twenty men take over my watch." 

"I fall asleep and I'll drop it," Urial warned, exhaustion dragging at his hoarse voice. "You can kill me for that, but I won't be able to help it." 

"That training of yours not involve how to stay awake?" His ability to come up with scathing commentary was running dry, but he wouldn't need to scrape the barrel for much longer. 

"Boss?" 

Terion had never thought he'd be so relieved to hear the gruff surprise of his second in command. "Pollyanna, finally." He didn't spare his second a glance as the hulking woman stepped up to his side, mace swung over her shoulder. "I've discovered an infestation in our ranks." 

He pretended he didn't hear her grunt, "I told you so," under her breath as she narrowed her eyes at Urial, who looked significantly more awake now he had a quickly gathering pirate crew eyeing his throat with snarls on their faces. 

"Boy." Pollyanna held out a hand, thick wrist decorated with delicate gold bangles. "Hand it over and I'll make sure the boss don't cut you up too bad. You know I got my influence." 

"Screw you," Urial sneered, looking every inch the aristocrat. He directed his gaze across the assembling crew, top lip curling. "Screw all of you. You all want this map as badly as he does," he cocked his head at Terion, dark curls bouncing with the movement, "and if you don't step aside, I'm going to drop it." 

"Fine." Terion shrugged, lowering his gun for the first time in hours. "Drop it. I don't care." 

"You don't-" Pale eyes narrowed. "Liar." 

"Oh no, drop it. Go on; I'm rather excited to see what my crew will do to you after you've done so." 

"What game are you playing at, Terion?" Urial spat much the same question Terion could feel radiating from the rest of his crew. They had been after that map for years; for him to throw it away now? Unthinkable. 

Terion gave his signature scythe-blade smile, slow and curving up like a crescent moon. "Well, I still need the map, I'll admit, but I no longer need the parchment. Why? Oh dear sweet thing," he purred, victory rising like a tidal wave, "you've been holding it open and facing me since the sun came up. And I may not have an instant memory, but even I can memorise a map after hours of staring at it." 

Urial's expression dropped into sheer panic as Terion lowered his gun, every muscle in his arm screaming in relief. He turned his back on his ex-lover, absently waving a hand towards his crew. "Take him. I want the little traitor alive and in the brig, manacled in the cage." 

"Yessir," came the unanimous response. 

Terion could feel the anticipation in the air, the readiness for a fight. Would his past relationship with their target stay their hands for fear of reprisal? He would have to make his new feelings clear. "And I hope you all noticed I said alive, not unharmed." 

The anticipation ratcheted up a notch; his crew had never been pacifists, always itching to pick a fight at every port. Now he could practically feel them sniffing at the air, hungry to spill the blood of a traitor on the decks. 

"Wait, wait, Terion-!" Urial's panicked cry cut off in a grunt of pain. That had probably been Pollyanna's fist in his stomach, a hypothesis backed up by the thump of knees on wood and pitiful sound of helpless retching. The jeering of the pirates covered most of the gruesome noises after that, but Terion had to harden himself against the first agonised scream. He never turned around, not once, heading methodically back to the captain's quarters, both the map and Urial's face burnt into his mind. 

He had to copy out the map first, before he forgot a single digit of the cryptic code, a single tear in the parchment. But after that, he thought -with a growing wave of black humourless rage swelling in his mind- after that, he had a plan to draw up and then to execute. Execute, of course, being the optimum word. He had always enjoyed the drama of a hostage negotiation, but to use a traitorous bastard against Terion's worst enemy? 

He snatched up his hat and settled it at a jaunty angle across his brow, scythe-blade smile back in full force. Ignoring the fractured pieces of his heart stabbing into his ribcage was hard, but the roar of vengeance and long due payback in his ears made it possible. This was going to be glorious, his finest work of art.

But first, Terion had a family reunion to attend to.