such a mess
Who: brosephgoebbels and ironicpurposes
When: Forward-dated to Wednesday.
Where: Some goblin hut that's been evicted and successfully taken over, idk.
Summary: Bro's infected with Wrath, and this is not a very nice situation. he's pissed off at too much and taking it out on Dave.
Rating: R
Warnings: I'm actually putting up a trigger warning for this, because the Striders are affectionately violent on their better days. This has a bit more of an... abusive connotation, and I figure that requires some note. Other than that, the usual warnings go: cursing, weirdness, Striders, etc.
It wasn't like it wasn't normal for Dave to have to walk on eggshells around Bro on his nicer days, if not just for training purposes. Eating cereal had the potential to end in Dave's face slammed into the bowl if he didn't keep his reflexes up, and that was just the fact of the matter. It was good fight strategy to keep him on edge; he couldn't get caught off-guard that way. That was an every day routine in the Strider household.
Something about this week had been... off. A lot of quicker and meaner and faster than he was normally. It was beyond eggshells and straight onto the hot coals, constantly moving to keep from getting walloped. The fuck was even this metaphor? Anyway, Bro was pissed. About something and everything and pretty much always.
As it was now, he had his katana toted over his shoulder, not threatening and not really meant to be used, just clenched too tightly in his fingers, enough that his knuckles were bone white through his gloves.
"Practice. Up."
When: Forward-dated to Wednesday.
Where: Some goblin hut that's been evicted and successfully taken over, idk.
Summary: Bro's infected with Wrath, and this is not a very nice situation. he's pissed off at too much and taking it out on Dave.
Rating: R
Warnings: I'm actually putting up a trigger warning for this, because the Striders are affectionately violent on their better days. This has a bit more of an... abusive connotation, and I figure that requires some note. Other than that, the usual warnings go: cursing, weirdness, Striders, etc.
It wasn't like it wasn't normal for Dave to have to walk on eggshells around Bro on his nicer days, if not just for training purposes. Eating cereal had the potential to end in Dave's face slammed into the bowl if he didn't keep his reflexes up, and that was just the fact of the matter. It was good fight strategy to keep him on edge; he couldn't get caught off-guard that way. That was an every day routine in the Strider household.
Something about this week had been... off. A lot of quicker and meaner and faster than he was normally. It was beyond eggshells and straight onto the hot coals, constantly moving to keep from getting walloped. The fuck was even this metaphor? Anyway, Bro was pissed. About something and everything and pretty much always.
As it was now, he had his katana toted over his shoulder, not threatening and not really meant to be used, just clenched too tightly in his fingers, enough that his knuckles were bone white through his gloves.
"Practice. Up."