Hex cringes at the creature as if it smelled of something worse than shit. Then she tilts her head in a form of confusion mixed with unbridled frustration. I am not an infant. Although I had stretched my limbs and bones to compensate for my curses at a young age, I surpassed infancy. Did that herb decrease your intelligence or have you always been this moronic? She squints her eyes at the menagerie of nonsense.
He doesn't mean baby as in infant…"
The fire red dragon backed away and turned to the tall demon man. "is she always like this? and is she always this…..erm…..stupid?" he whispered to Vozreal
She's ignorant not stupid."
"ah, i see."
Hey! What are you saying!? Speak up! Hex snaps harshly at the two as they leaned their mouths to each other and spoke in hushed tones away from her. She growls low and dangerous and reduces to simply asking a question. Do you at least have a name, lizard?
(OOC: Yeah, Hex is philosophical, analytical, and tries to apply logic to things she doesn't understand, but she is a HUGE dumbass. Like, she'll explain why she finds positive stuff repulsive and abominable and almost makes a compelling argument, but in the same breath will ask what a can opener does.)
"nah. not really babe. I was never gifted with a name. but, you can call me anything! but some townsfolk like to call me Chaos." he giggled, "I kinda like it."
Imma call you DumbFuck." he said to the lizard.
"awww! I'll call BitchyBaby!" he responded with a smile
He threw a towel on his face then poured water on this face essentially waterboarding him
Hex's face becomes filled with indignation at these two idiots spouting nicknames at each other and at the shenanigans they start pulling off. Vozreal, cease that nonsense. It is a dragon not a human. It will be unaffected by that tactic. She looks at the creature. At my behest, I command you to refer to me as Hex and not a babe. She puts a claw to her forehead. I do not understand why you would call me a creature that is herald for its innocence when I had destroyed that part of myself long ago. She has her thinking face on for a good few seconds until her eyes widen at a realization. Her grin creeps along her head and curls under her eyes. Ah. I see now. It is a reference to that old saying. "You are what you eat." She nods her head and hums to herself like she just cracked a code and looks back at the creature. Nonetheless, I am to be called Hex and nothing more. You say you are called Chaos. Why is that? What relation do you have with the Tantrum King. She throws out the insulting title in his absence since he isn't here to hear it.
Babe doesn't mean infant in this context, Hex."
Hex, who has never heard the word "babe" used in any other context before:
Chaos took the soggy off of his face using one of his giant, scaly clawed hands. "Tantrum King? that's a new one." he sat up, lighting the towel on fire and watching as it fell into a pile of black ashes. "eh, we're supposed to be brothers but no one believes me. He hates me but I don't see why." he sighed, "it's hard being his brother and the actual king….he poisoned me but it backfired and now we're kinda fused." out of nowhere the room starts to change, or well the spot that he sits changes. The floor becomes a white marble tile and suddenly he is lifted off the ground by a couch that is coming out of the floor. The couch seems to be a Red Velvet Victorian Sofa. He turned so that he faced the ceiling, his long dragon tail draped over one of the sides where it barely touched the now tile floor. His gigantic wings seemed to wrap around him like it was banket and his long scaly arms where placed in a dramatic pose. one arm rested on his stomach and the other was on his forehead, as if he were checking if he had a fever. "it's quiet tough knowing your the OG king and then your brother kills you for the throne!" he sighed.
Hex, who has never heard the word "babe" used in any other context before:
why is this funny– ))
Babe, in this context, means darling or sweetheart or something along those lines. he's basically trying to flirt with you."
Chaos gave a slow nod, "mmmhm! you are quite unique, i must say Hex." he flicked his tail. "plus i would've thought you caught on sooner with the flirting from the wink i flashed your way!" he turned over on his stomach, still on the fancy sofa. He kicked his legs back and forth in the air.
She does not like flirting."
Hex pauses. She has a completely blank look on her face. She didn't even notice that they had been teleported to a new location all together. Its as if the gears in her brain were stuck and rusted. Her clothing rustled and bulges grotesquely out her body as her face contorts with rage. She turns to Chaos slowly and hisses between her teeth. Are you attempting to court me, you pathetic excuse for a living breathing, bleeding organism!? Her voice gets loud and guttural as she loom over Chaos with malice etched in her eyes. I am the Walking Hex That Plagues The World With Misery! Any and all forms of joy die in my maw and rot in my throat! Such abominations are condemned to an eternal chasm of suffering and pain. She leans in close face to face with him, hoping her breath could slither a curse into his lungs. So do not make any sort of fascination my way unless you desire a fate that The Void fears.
Chaos watched Hex insult him and sighed as he crossed his legs, pushing himself into a sitting position. "You really are funny! Hex, I would never wish to court you. I just think you're a fascinating, unique being. And why are you getting offended by me flirting? take them as complements."his spiked tail tapping against the soft, velvet red, sofa. "I really mean no harm! also, has anybody told you that you look like you could kill me them with a look?" he smirked as Hex paused and thought about what he said.
Hex looks at the slouching dragon, slightly taken aback by his words. She squints her eyes very slowly at him and crosses her arms defiantly. If you believe that presenting words like a gift is a guaranteed way to escape my maw, then you have never been more wrong. Flattery is another form of distraction. She walks away from the sofa and looks around the room in slight intrigue. She calls over her shoulder. And that is not a hypothetical situation. My eyes can kill those with a weak will and weaker heart. She turns to look at him and narrows her eyes at his odd shape. You said the Shadow King had killed you to take the throne. Does that mean you are the older sibling among you two?
"Older by 3 minutes! we're twins."
Hex softly cackles to herself and turns to face Chaos with a proud grin in her face. She gestures towards him with her claw. Now that is common ground we share. I too am an older twin. I do not know the difference in time of our creation. Her smile grows wide. However, I am the one who usurped her from her breath and destroyed all that she loved. She closes her eyes and wistfully reminisces about that moment. Her torment holds a special place in my soul. One I reserved for her and only her. A wistful smiles stretches across her face. Yes… I cherish that moment… what wonderful screams she made… her begging is a sublime cadence, and I its maestro… She opens them back up and there is genuine happiness on her face. Something that should be held for celebration and accomplishments, but this one is not. Nonetheless, I hate her most of all my victims. She is the most pathetic, wretched thing in this world. Worse than both of you. She says this with that smile on her face. Do you hate your brother? She asks Chaos after pulling herself out of her memories.
"eh, he's alright. he's a little whiny though. I could do better without him, hes kinda holding me back by killing others. Also, don't tell him I told you this but I, am in fact, the one he "killed" to get "his" queen. William is a terrible name, so I asked him to kill me. No just because my name was William but because Jacklyn is a total bitch! She cheated on me with like 3 dudes. If she didn't want me she could've told me that, I would've killed her myself, but then it hit me, instead of ME being with, she should be with my baby bro! and yes, he did in fact, brutally murder me and snap my neck like a twig but hey, fuck him and fuck Jacklynn!" he shifted so that he was in a resting position, his head placed neatly on a fluffy red pillow and his tail draping over the side again. "Thing is, i'm like, bisexual, lean more towards masculine type stuff, and she was just so…..much. Pretty sure she was just wish me for the money." he sighed. "life sucks. but hey, being a phantom dragon is kinda rad! only certain people I like and/or I think deserve to be blessed by my presence can see me!" he looked over at Hex and Vozreal, "so how's life back home for you two? you guys seem interesting! what is going on in your life?"
I actually have a good relationship with my older brother."