I am the angel I am madness [complete]
WHO: Millions Knives (returntoeven) and Tyki Mikk (simplyteasing)
WHERE: A park.
WHEN: March 12th.
WARNINGS: Blood, violence, swearing.
SUMMARY: Knives is simmering after being swapped with his younger self. Tyki decides to play. The end is unexpected.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He couldn't stand it.
Seething quietly, Knives tried to calm himself, to concentrate on the peacefulness of his surroundings, the pulse of the life around him, the trees, the grass-- but no. His agitation was to severe to be soothed away so easily. This was the second time that damned machine had toyed with him like that -- exposed him. It was bad enough that, after all this time, he was still here; now this.
Energy crackled over his body, the glow of destructive power beginning to overtake him, and he was tempted in that moment, so tempted to just let it go. Knives refrained, though, just barely. It wouldn't do to take out his ire on the plant life here. He needed an empty space -- or better yet, someone to slaughter, but he wouldn't get his hopes up for that.
He stood then, a dark look in his eyes as he slowly walked out of the park. The beach wasn't too far; he'd try to calm himself there before taking his last resort.
WHERE: A park.
WHEN: March 12th.
WARNINGS: Blood, violence, swearing.
SUMMARY: Knives is simmering after being swapped with his younger self. Tyki decides to play. The end is unexpected.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He couldn't stand it.
Seething quietly, Knives tried to calm himself, to concentrate on the peacefulness of his surroundings, the pulse of the life around him, the trees, the grass-- but no. His agitation was to severe to be soothed away so easily. This was the second time that damned machine had toyed with him like that -- exposed him. It was bad enough that, after all this time, he was still here; now this.
Energy crackled over his body, the glow of destructive power beginning to overtake him, and he was tempted in that moment, so tempted to just let it go. Knives refrained, though, just barely. It wouldn't do to take out his ire on the plant life here. He needed an empty space -- or better yet, someone to slaughter, but he wouldn't get his hopes up for that.
He stood then, a dark look in his eyes as he slowly walked out of the park. The beach wasn't too far; he'd try to calm himself there before taking his last resort.