forum Tbh I’m bored so send me your characters and I’ll do something with them

Started February 19, 2021 by @Goosey group

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Just a Little thing to help me write
Basically your character with my character in a situation:/

If it gets swamped with characters- I might only do 2-3 a week but that depends on you guys
Thanks :)

here, have Leo

Invalid Character , Sure, knock yourself out

Bee is stupid ✨

Here's Destrian, have fun Invalid Character can't wait to see it!

Take Haven, be careful, she bites. Haven Lomasi Dockside

Naomi. (Warning: disaster veteran.)
CJ. (Warning: will troll you to hide his trauma.)
Brandee. (Warning: curious and kind of irascible.)
Kieron. (Warning: eats a lot and will stress-test your furniture.)

Take your pick.

Feel free to take Ivy if you need any more! Ivy Greenspire

Boom, here’s Shade the Orizore: Shade
(The orizore are a mountainous, intelligent species that are around twice the size of a regular cat and mostly use swoop-and-strike aerial tactics with their horn in fighting. They live on the planet Reesflon. Sorry, haven’t really written anything on them yet.)

@tomat
Lmao, this was supposed to be a small, meaningless, short. but no. It turned into whatever this was. :/
I hope you like it though! It was very refreshing to write this after the day I´ve had.
also, Invalid Character
this is the guy I used with your lovely character :) he has not experienced much screen time so- this was his big time to shine!

¨Would you cry for me?¨

Leo surves Joern with weary eyes. A red flag waves in her stomach at his melancholy tone, and she sets aside her work to fake a smile. “ Why ask a question like that? Why would I need to cry for you.” She readjusts in her seat under Joern´s blank stare. ¨ What good would that be?

Joern seems to ponder her words for a beat before giving a grim smile. ¨ Nothing. It was a silly question.” His eyes squint shut but, from behind them, Leo frowns.

Leo buisies her hands by fiddling with her braided ponytail. “ If it was silly you would not have asked it in the first place.¨ She turns back to the table of papers before Joern´s maroon gaze could catch her own.
“ You hate being silly.” She mumbles aloud.

Joern frowns, deep, but does not argue with her. ¨…Will you cry for me then?¨

Leo raises a brow and fakes obliviousness. ¨ Why would I need to cry? You are not leaving, are you?¨ She chuckles, it was meant to be a joke, but Joern does not laugh. Leo suddenly raises from her seat with a face of profound concern. ¨ Right?¨

It´s now Joern´s turn to avoid her gaze. He lowers his head and studies the stains of his leather boots. The disgustingly messy top of brown hair- that he refuses to brush- shields the upper half of his face.

It makes Leo angry, something she had never felt towards the cowering man before her, and she passionately stomps over to his side. Her left hand outstretched in front of her. ¨ Joern. Show me your face, this instant.” She bares her teeth and plants a firm hand on Joern´s shoulder. ¨ Show me your eyes so that I may know that you, my friend, are not a liar like the ones I have dealt with before.¨

Growing shakes begin to plague Leo, but her strength never waivers. She grips Joern´s shoulder fiercely, pointed nails digging into the thin black sweater he wears, and pulls.

Joern, surprised by the sudden strength, stumbles forward and nearly collapses onto Leo.

¨ Please, Leo,-¨

¨Acleone.¨ She harshly interrupts, face as stoic as his own.

Joern feels a flash of hurt warm his face, but he remains passive.

¨ Acleone…I…I don´t know what to say.¨ Joern flinches as Acleone forces his head up with her other hand. Blazing yellow eyes cutting into his own. His pupils shrink. ¨ I was going to leave you without a fight. I did not want this!¨ He cries, hand clasped around the hand that holds his face. ¨ I wanted to be at peace with you!¨
Leo´s grip tightens, her face turning dark.¨ So why even speak of it?¨ The hand holding Joern´s shoulders finds another stable grip around her braid. ¨ Why infect me with such despair just to…fuck off.¨ She spits venom with her words, making Joern coware back.

¨ Acleone…¨

¨ Shut up.¨ Joern´s mouth snaps shut, and it makes Leo sigh exhaustingly. She releases her grip from Joern´s jaw and slowly slinks back to her seat. Joern holds the need to soothe his throbbing face, and shoulder, and keeps his hands in a defensive potion at his sides.

Leo settles back into the vacant chair. Fingers rubbing circles into her template. ¨ I should have known that this would come one day…Just, not so soon.¨ Her tone nearly turns whiny, but Joern can sense the sarcasm dripping from her sharp teeth. Like poison.

Joern stumbles for words. ¨ Acleone, my…my intentions were never malicious.¨ He swallows thickly while taking a daring step forward. ¨ I swear to you.¨

The black haired woman looks up at him through the gaps in her fingers. Yellow eyes dull of their past anger and just…sad. ¨ Were you ever my friend, Joe?¨

A beat of silence weighs between them at the question. Joern´s fingers twitch nervously as his eyes look everywhere except at Leo.

She sighs and lowers her head. ¨ I see…¨ Cold tears form in her eyes and sniffs begin to fester in her nose.

Joern stands at an awkward distance from Acleone with one arm clutching his opposite shoulder. His heart aches at every tear that drips from Leo's eyes and, in that moment, he decides it best for him to leave.
For good.

He swiftly walks past Leo, head held high- no matter how much he shakes- and stalks to the door with no intention of stopping.
A light tug on his arm halts him.

Joern squeezes his eyes shut and sighs in defeat. ¨ Acleone…No matter how much it pains you, I must leave. My time here is over and…you are of no more use to me. Or to my people.¨ His eyes sting painfully in his eyes as the lies just roll off his tongue. He knows he will never be forgiven for this, and that's what hurts the most.

He places his hand on the weight holding his shoulder. With his eyes now trained down at the ground he turns to face Acleone. ¨ Let me leave in peace. I have hurt you enough.¨
Shot of hot breath tickles his ears, and Joern´s blood turns cold. Slowly, with wide eyes, Joern lifts his head. Terrified maroon eyes clash with raging yellow to make a dangerous orange.

Leo does not let emotions grace her face. She repeats her past actions and grips Joern´s jaw fiercely and pulls him close. Their noses brush, it makes Joern´s face reddened, but Leo stays stoic.

She stares deep into Joern´s eyes, her fangs slightly poking out from her mouth.

Joern sweats. ¨ Acleone…what-¨

It happens in a flash. Leo lunges forward and, before Joern can raise his arms, she plunges her fangs deep into his neck. Injecting an acidic like smelling poison that shoots straight into the injured man's blood stream.
He does not scream, but his body reacts violently to the act. Pushing Acleone off with what strength still filled him, Joern grasped at his neck and gasped for air as a growing burning sensation began to take root. His eyes were blown wide and hair in a wild mess as he stumbled about the room.

Acleone watched him struggle against the poison with blank eyes, but her cheeks were wet with tears. She sniffed and pulled herself up from the floor, a bruise forming on her arm where Joern had fight to push her away.

She scurries over to the dying man and grips both of his wrists, spreading them high above his head, before pushing him up against the wall.

Leo watches in silence as Joern´s body slowly begins to shut down. His arms cease their fighting and legs wobble beneath him. A light blue begins to color his face the more he gasps as lips follow suit with a dark purple color.

Acleone holds back a sob, but her wobbling lips betray her. Leaning in, she gives Joern´s discolored lips a passionate kiss. Her sly tongue slips over his in a slow delicate manner as the beating of his pulse slowly disappears beneath her hands. She invites the taste of salty tears being shared between them, and pulls back to kiss the edge of Joern´s plush lips.

She gives the man one last look, his eyes lidded with the need to sleep, and then releases her grip from his wrists. Leo sobs openly as she watches the stranger- her best friend- fall lifelessly to the ground. His unseeing dark eyes covered in a thin sheet of grey. The blood stands out drastically against his pale skin. The veins beneath fading quickly as they no longer function.

Leo covers her mouth and sinks to the floor beside him. Her shoulders shake, but it doesn´t stop her from cradling the large man in her arms. She brushes back the crazy brown hair from his face and wipes at the trail of tears glistening on his blue cheeks.

She hides his face in her chest and, through broken sobs, calls out his name.

He never answers.

@Stroylia-Knight

this was kinda short, but i enjoyed it :)
https://www.notebook.ai/plan/characters/1011819#!
the character i used !!

¨ Hey, skinny, you gonna mope around all damn day or are you gonna help out?¨

Tito was never one to gain attention from the other prisoners, and he liked it that way, but when that same annoying voice kept…nagging at him, he was way more than ´a little unprepared´ to deal with it.

Looking up from the tightly clasped pale hands on his table, Tito´s green eyes scanned around the room. His mouth was set into a slight snarl, as it always seemed to be nowadays, and the sight of it kept any approaching jail mates from stepping any closer.
Well…all except one.

A pair of tawny colored hands snapped at him, as if trying to break him out of some daze, that belonged to a lithe bodied man. His brown eyes stared down at Tito with no real furry behind them, but the pupils held some form of determination.

¨ Hey, curly-cue, you even listening?¨ His accent was strange, as if an australian had spent a year walking around the middle east, and the sound it made Tito´s ears burn.

Tito shook his head. ¨ Too loud.¨

The man backed away in shock, as if it were the first time he had heard Tito speak, before crossing his arms in an offensive manner. ¨ Who you calling loud, pretty boy?¨ The man leaned close to Tito´s face, purposely being annoying at this point, and stuck out his tongue. ¨ You wanna say that to my face?¨

Tito scrunched up his lips into a frown. ¨ I´d rather not, ¨ He held up a hand to block the strange man's face. ¨ You´re appearance is rather…unsightly to me.¨

With a loud gasp, the stranger clutched at his chest and dawned an offended expression.

¨ How dare you! My face is the cutest one in this room! NO- possibly in this whole building!¨ He raised a strict finger at Tito. ¨ You´re just jealous!¨

Tito remains unamused. ¨ Oya? Is that so.¨ He held back a smirk as his words, again, caused the man to shake angrily. ¨ Your face may just rival the third hall's shower floors but-¨ He pauses to look the man up and down. ¨ That's about it.¨

A laugh bubbles deep in his gut as the stranger begins to shake his fist widely. A string of curses pouring from his lips.

¨ Oh, you son of a bitch! Are you blind or something? Those fucking shower floors are gross as shit! I could never be compared to them! I'm too pretty! You´re lucky I find you cute or else I-” the stranger snaps his mouth shut at the accidental confessing and stares at Tito with a mix of horror and embarrassment.

Tito wonders if he looks the same way. Mouth gaped in shock and eyes blown wide as his heart began to thump against his rib cage.

An awkward silence weighs between them, but the stranger is quick to recover.

¨ I didn't mean that! Well!…I guess I did but- not like that! Unless? You want it to be like that but! No!¨ As the stranger rambles on and on, Tito recovers from his own shock and pushes himself up from his seat.

Placing a heavy hand on the strangers shoulder, ceasing his constant rambling, Tito gives a small smile.

¨ How about…we talk about this somewhere more quiet…uh,¨ Tito pauses and tilts his head. ¨ I´m sorry. I´m afraid I don´t know your name.¨

The man looks up at Tito with wide eyes. ¨ Oh..um, its Azeem…Azeem Syed…and your name is-¨

¨ Tito,¨ said man interrupts. ¨ You can call me Tito, Azeem.¨ He smiles and it make the shorter man blush.

¨ O…Okay, Tito…um¨ It makes Tito laugh as the previously loud, confident, man slips into a shy and bashful coward. ¨ Should we…um..yeah.¨ He points a thumb behind him, to the bathroom, and Tito nods with a smirk.

¨ Yes. Now, ¨ Tito leans down to whisper in Azeem´s ear. ¨ You might want to collect yourself..wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea…now do we?¨ Tito pulls back with a satisfied smirk at Azeem´s burning face and hums to himself.

Taking Azeem´s hand in his own, Tito begins their journey to the restroom with his head held high.

Dunno if it's too late but here's Shivani:

@Goosey OH BOY WHAT A TWIST
is it okay for you to call you 'one of my favorite people out there'?
it's
_{oh my GOD}
it's just so creative and unexpected and your story is so well written I love your style
it was such a good feeling to read about Leo in another writer's story and I'm impressed how well that turned out
and just wow
I am calling my carrier parrot to send you a letter full of hearts but I don't even know your address so I hope she'll figure that on her own
💜

have my character karuko !!

Here, knock yourself out buddy. Vixen Arctic

@sheabutter

Took a while for me to get a story idea
I don’t have a character sheet ready for my character yet, but I hope you enjoy

“ Whatss a pretty thing like you doing in a place like thiss?”

Destrian tensed and turned to face the commoner that had addressed him. He narrowed his eyes and looked the stranger up and down.
They were clothed in a brown ragged hood that latched around their neck, and a cream shirt tugged at their chest with buttons that were nearly rotting off the thread.

Des eyes lingered on the tight leather clad legs before him longer than he would have hoped and took a step back. Hands raised.

“ I have no money for you.”

His response made the stranger’s smirk falter a bit . “ Wassn’t asskin for any, princy.”

Destrian strained a smile and slowly lowered his hands. “ Then you’ll have to forgive me..my assumption was a bit crude, wasn’t it?” He did a little bob of the head and placed a hand on the holster of his sword.

“ It wasss.”

Des didn’t miss the way the strangers eyes narrowed in on him. He licked his lips “ It is just normal schedule for people like…yourself to come a try and rob me of my luxuries…”

The stranger crossed his arms and leaned back. “ Isss that sso?”

Destrian flashed a quick smile. “ Afraid so.” He averted his eyes from the man before him. “ Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have very important matters to attend to..”

“ You’re not excussed.”

As Destrain turned the stranger extend one of their long arms and softly clasped Destrian’s wrist.

“ Don’t you have guardsss?”

Destrian refrained from backhanding the man. He roughly ripped his arm away and clasped it close to his chest.
“ How dare you…Lay a hand on a prince, will you? Are you trying to write your own death?”

The stranger gave him a ludicrous look. “ You don’t have any guardsss?”

Now it was Destrian’s turn to pull a face. “ Guards? What would a prince of Sa’ekka need guards for?”

While Des felt insulted that a commoner would suggest he could not take care of himself- the stranger was indifferent.
His eyes softening at the sharp wrinkle of Destrian’s brow.

“ You might get hurt.”

Destrian huffed. “ If I get hurt, I get hurt. I can hold myself.”

“ Yeah yeah, ivvve ssseen you fight, I’m not insssulting your sskillsss your majessty..” The stranger growled. “ I’m jusst quesstioning the ssseurity of our royalsss…If we can not sssuply guardsss to our own royalsss, then how do we- the people- know the guardsss of my cc…city will keep me sssafe?”

The stranger took a step forward to get in Destrian’s face, but the man was about three inches shorter than the prince and came to just above his shoulder.

Destrian gave the man a shove and stood tall. “ I’ll have you know the royal guards are well enough equipped to protect you and your people-“

The stranger perked up. “ My people? Sssince when am I in charge of your people?”

Destrian made a noise of irritation. “ Since the beginning of you time here! Every man and woman is I charge of their neighbor when danger threatens!”

The stranger shook his head. “ Not me.”

The prince made another face. “ What do you mean not you? Are you not a commoner of Sa’ekka?”

“ Oh, I am, your majesssty.” The man reaches to toss his hood off and stares at Destrian with anger. “ But mossst do not ssseee myself asss one of you.”

Destrian refrained from showing any hint of fascination towards the obscure stranger. However, his eyes sparkled along with the snakes scales as they slithered about the strangers head.
A beautiful muted blue color with a light under belly. Long and slim with rounded heads.

He had heard that people with snakes instead of hair existed, Medusa was his favorite, but he had never seen one in real life before…it was…amazing.

The stranger brushed a wild snake out of his slit eyes. “ Well? Do I look like a ssitozen of ssssa’ekka now? Your princnesss?”

Destrian, eyes still infatuated on the blue snakes, hovered over the shorter man.

“ The stories of your people do you no justice.” He reached a hand out hesitantly as one of the blue snakes stretched towards him. “ You are more beautiful than words can say…”

The strangers brown skin flushed dark. “ How kind of you to sssay your majessty…” He softly pushed Destrian’s hand away from his head and then threw his hood back up.
“ but I would refrain from touching my snakesss…they can sssensse the people that pissss me off.”

Destrian raised a brow and chuckled. “ Is that so? I thought they only sense possible interests?”

The stranger. “ Are you an offsspring of Medussssa? Theresss a lot you humansss don’t know about usss…and what you do know isss wrong.” He huffed, arms crossed.

“ Then why don’t you teach me?” Destrian suggested.

He received a strange look. “ Now why would I do that?”

The prince shrugged. “ Why not? The more I know about your species, the more my citizens with appreciate your beauty.”

“ Keep sssaying thingss like that princey and I’d think you’ve already fallen In love with me.” The man smirked and Destrian blushed.

“ Oh, shut up. Follow me to my quarters.”

“ Oooo, bedroom on the firsssst date and you don’t even know my name. Thatsss kind of crude, isssnt it princey?”

Destrian gave an exhausted look. “ If I were taking you to bed I would have done it ages ago…but, now that I think of it, what is you name? Beautiful snake?”

As Destrian began his walk to the castle, the stranger fell in step with him with a huff.

“ Y’know, we offssspring of Medusssa consssider the name ‘sssnake’ an inssult…but I’ll let you passs…jussst this once!”

Destrian chuckled. “ Okay, I’ll make sure to remember that.”

The stranger hesitated when giving Destrian a smile.

“ Thanksss…and I go by Conner.”

“ Conner?” Destrian questioned.

“ Yeah…whatss wrong with Conner?” The half snake questioned.

“ Well, it’s just so…basic…”

Conner gasped dramatically. “ You take that back you royal bitch.”

@sheabutter

Took a while for me to get a story idea
I don’t have a character sheet ready for my character yet, but I hope you enjoy

“ Whatss a pretty thing like you doing in a place like thiss?”

Destrian tensed and turned to face the commoner that had addressed him. He narrowed his eyes and looked the stranger up and down.
They were clothed in a brown ragged hood that latched around their neck, and a cream shirt tugged at their chest with buttons that were nearly rotting off the thread.

Des eyes lingered on the tight leather clad legs before him longer than he would have hoped and took a step back. Hands raised.

“ I have no money for you.”

His response made the stranger’s smirk falter a bit . “ Wassn’t asskin for any, princy.”

Destrian strained a smile and slowly lowered his hands. “ Then you’ll have to forgive me..my assumption was a bit crude, wasn’t it?” He did a little bob of the head and placed a hand on the holster of his sword.

“ It wasss.”

Des didn’t miss the way the strangers eyes narrowed in on him. He licked his lips “ It is just normal schedule for people like…yourself to come a try and rob me of my luxuries…”

The stranger crossed his arms and leaned back. “ Isss that sso?”

Destrian flashed a quick smile. “ Afraid so.” He averted his eyes from the man before him. “ Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have very important matters to attend to..”

“ You’re not excussed.”

As Destrain turned the stranger extend one of their long arms and softly clasped Destrian’s wrist.

“ Don’t you have guardsss?”

Destrian refrained from backhanding the man. He roughly ripped his arm away and clasped it close to his chest.
“ How dare you…Lay a hand on a prince, will you? Are you trying to write your own death?”

The stranger gave him a ludicrous look. “ You don’t have any guardsss?”

Now it was Destrian’s turn to pull a face. “ Guards? What would a prince of Sa’ekka need guards for?”

While Des felt insulted that a commoner would suggest he could not take care of himself- the stranger was indifferent.
His eyes softening at the sharp wrinkle of Destrian’s brow.

“ You might get hurt.”

Destrian huffed. “ If I get hurt, I get hurt. I can hold myself.”

“ Yeah yeah, ivvve ssseen you fight, I’m not insssulting your sskillsss your majessty..” The stranger growled. “ I’m jusst quesstioning the ssseurity of our royalsss…If we can not sssuply guardsss to our own royalsss, then how do we- the people- know the guardsss of my cc…city will keep me sssafe?”

The stranger took a step forward to get in Destrian’s face, but the man was about three inches shorter than the prince and came to just above his shoulder.

Destrian gave the man a shove and stood tall. “ I’ll have you know the royal guards are well enough equipped to protect you and your people-“

The stranger perked up. “ My people? Sssince when am I in charge of your people?”

Destrian made a noise of irritation. “ Since the beginning of you time here! Every man and woman is I charge of their neighbor when danger threatens!”

The stranger shook his head. “ Not me.”

The prince made another face. “ What do you mean not you? Are you not a commoner of Sa’ekka?”

“ Oh, I am, your majesssty.” The man reaches to toss his hood off and stares at Destrian with anger. “ But mossst do not ssseee myself asss one of you.”

Destrian refrained from showing any hint of fascination towards the obscure stranger. However, his eyes sparkled along with the snakes scales as they slithered about the strangers head.
A beautiful muted blue color with a light under belly. Long and slim with rounded heads.

He had heard that people with snakes instead of hair existed, Medusa was his favorite, but he had never seen one in real life before…it was…amazing.

The stranger brushed a wild snake out of his slit eyes. “ Well? Do I look like a ssitozen of ssssa’ekka now? Your princnesss?”

Destrian, eyes still infatuated on the blue snakes, hovered over the shorter man.

“ The stories of your people do you no justice.” He reached a hand out hesitantly as one of the blue snakes stretched towards him. “ You are more beautiful than words can say…”

The strangers brown skin flushed dark. “ How kind of you to sssay your majessty…” He softly pushed Destrian’s hand away from his head and then threw his hood back up.
“ but I would refrain from touching my snakesss…they can sssensse the people that pissss me off.”

Destrian raised a brow and chuckled. “ Is that so? I thought they only sense possible interests?”

The stranger. “ Are you an offsspring of Medussssa? Theresss a lot you humansss don’t know about usss…and what you do know isss wrong.” He huffed, arms crossed.

“ Then why don’t you teach me?” Destrian suggested.

He received a strange look. “ Now why would I do that?”

The prince shrugged. “ Why not? The more I know about your species, the more my citizens with appreciate your beauty.”

“ Keep sssaying thingss like that princey and I’d think you’ve already fallen In love with me.” The man smirked and Destrian blushed.

“ Oh, shut up. Follow me to my quarters.”

“ Oooo, bedroom on the firsssst date and you don’t even know my name. Thatsss kind of crude, isssnt it princey?”

Destrian gave an exhausted look. “ If I were taking you to bed I would have done it ages ago…but, now that I think of it, what is you name? Beautiful snake?”

As Destrian began his walk to the castle, the stranger fell in step with him with a huff.

“ Y’know, we offssspring of Medusssa consssider the name ‘sssnake’ an inssult…but I’ll let you passs…jussst this once!”

Destrian chuckled. “ Okay, I’ll make sure to remember that.”

The stranger hesitated when giving Destrian a smile.

“ Thanksss…and I go by Conner.”

“ Conner?” Destrian questioned.

“ Yeah…whatss wrong with Conner?” The half snake questioned.

“ Well, it’s just so…basic…”

Conner gasped dramatically. “ You take that back you royal bitch.”

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT ILOGEIT YOU GOT DESTRIAN IS LIKE PERFECTLY IN CHARACTER THAMK YOU

Have my little emo over here: Crystal Anne Carson

Vincent Criss :)

take your time obviously but here ya go! i think yuki would be the most fun to do this with (totally not biased)

@Wren-is-on-drugs

I took the word ¨Bite¨ and rolled with it :) Kinda angsty

¨ Bite me.¨

Conner turned with a sputter, his drink crashing to the floor from his unhinged hands. ¨ Do what now?¨ A blue snake slithered from behind his ear and flicked its tongue at his cheek. ¨ Bite you?¨

Haven gave him an unamused look then went back to picking at her nails. ¨ You heard me.¨

A great sigh was heard. ¨ Yeah, but why?¨ Conner took great care to avoid his spilt drink and plopped down on the ruggaged cough. A great distance away from Haven. ¨ I've told you many times that I do not like to bite friends.¨ The snakes on his head slowly began to all crowd around his face, their yellow eyes blinking hungrily. ¨ Especially close ones.¨

Haven rolled her eyes. ¨ We´re not friends. You´re just some guy whos couch I use.¨ She chose to ignore the way Conner flinched at her words. ¨ And you give me my stuff…but, nowadays, its just all the same shit.” A charming smile graced her lips and eyes seemed to narrow as he honed in on Conner.

The half breed´s neck flared a dark blush, but his face remained stone cold. ¨ Haven…I´m not biting you just because you're bored-¨

¨ I´m not bored, ¨ She interrupted innocently. ¨ Just curious.¨ As she slid forward, Conner pushed himself off the couch and stood before her, eyes narrowed and snakes quietly hissing above his head.

¨ Curiosity is a symptom of boredom, my dear, and I refuse to let you make dumb decisions underneath its curse.¨ Conner nodded firmly then swiftly turned to retrieve some paper towels. Leaving an irritated Haven on the couch. Her hand planted in the same place Conner was sitting seconds ago.

Gritting her teeth, she stood up with a growl and followed after Conner. ¨ Come back here you coward. I don't appreciate the whole ¨god speech¨ that you´ve been giving me lat-¨ Conner walked past her with towels in his hand- not a word was said but the snakes on his head lunged and hissed at Haven as he walked by.

She stomped her foot. ¨ And this! This silent treatment has really been pissing me off, too!¨ Haven gripped at her hair and bent backwards. ¨ It's so fucking annoying !¨

Conner bent down near his spill, ignoring Haven, and soaked up his mess.

Haven straightens up with her mouth contorted into a snarl. Her stare intensely burning holes into the back of Conner´s shirt.
The snakes flick their tongues at her.

It sends her into a rage. ¨ Oh for the love of mercy! I´ll do it myself!¨. Dashing forward without warning, Haven seized one of Conner´s snakes and pinched it between her fingers so its sharp fangs were exposed. A drop of opaque purple liquid emerged from the snakes fang as it wiggled in her grip. ¨ What harm would a small dose be?¨. And, before Conner could slap her hand away, Haven plunged the snake's fangs into her arm and then ripped it right out.

A bit of blood spattered against the wall.

¨ See?? Easy peasy, and It didn't even hurt!¨ Haven turned her arm over and studied the two bite marks with wonder, eyes shining. ¨ Why were you even afraid of biting people in the first place? It feels good!……¨
Haven turned her attention away from the bite mark at the males silence. ¨ Conner….?

Conner´s back is to haven, his shoulders hunched over and shaking, and something small and blue lays limp in his hands. Haven felt the excitement and adrenaline leave her body all at once. She moved before she could think and knelt down next to Conner, her hands clasped close to her chest.

¨ Conner? Did I hurt it? I..I didn´t mean to, I-¨ A great force pushed Haven backwards and she hit the couch with a great thud. The hard furniture dug into Haven´s back, making her grunt.
¨ Conner? What the fuck was-¨ A strong punch to the side of her face interrupted her questioning, and she nearly went crashing down to the ground.

¨ Conner!¨

The half breed punched her again, at the back of the head this time. ¨ You killed him! You killed him!¨. Hot tears poured down his cheeks in a stream of passionate melancholy. The yellow of his eyes now turning an angry orange.
¨ You killed him! You dumb bitch, I said no, and you killed him!¨

At the chorus of hissing above, Haven curled up into a ball and hid her face. ¨ I didn't mean to, Conner, tell your snakes to stop! I didn't mean to!¨

¨You killed him! He's dead !¨ The anguish in his voice was atrociously upsetting. Haven´s stomach swirled with a sick sense of dread.

Another punch, softer and with less anger behind it, bounded into her back. An unconscious stream of murmurs hissed between Conner´s lips, but Haven could hear none of it.
But, as quickly as the altercation happened, it was over.

The floorboards beneath Haven´s curled body shifted and creaked as Conner stood above her.

Silence….then-

¨ Get out.¨

Haven didn't need to be told twice. Pushing herself up from the ground, Haven quickly stumbled towards the door and threw it open with all her might before disappearing from Conner´s sight.
Bloody, beaten, and tingling with the effects of Conner´s venom, Haven slowly descended the apartment building stairs then disappeared into the night.

The venomous fang of a snake unknowingly lodged in her arm.