05-27-2019, 04:32 AM
C A T A L Y S T
[table]//tw for death/murder, violence, gore, etc
They weren't even a day into their endeavor before they realized what a mistake it was. For one? The smell. For two, the labor. But one of the most obvious things they had gotten from their mother was their stubbornness, and they weren't going to give up on this. A couple days later they were regretting it, but it was too late to turn back now. They were going to see this shitshow through.
Finally they arrived in the town near Mourningstar's. It was the wee hours of the morning, and all was quiet. They could keep going until they arrived at the Harris household, but they stopped outside of a familiar house, outside of a familiar window. they knocked and waited, and after a minute Susie was opening it, a look of confusion on her tired face. "Cat? What are you doing here?" She didn't see the gurney behind them.
"Did you tell Derick where I was?"
The confusion gets worse for a second, then she seemed to make some sort of connection. She shook her head. "No. I think Louie found out, though." They sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. "Why?" They're not looking at her, but based on the tonal shift between that an the next thing she said, they'd guess she noticed the gurney. "What is that?"
They turned around and strode around the gurney, placing it between them and the window. They said nothing and pulled back the blanket concealing the wreck of the man's face. Susie's hand flew to her mouth as she gagged. "This is what happens when cultists show up at my fugging house in the middle of the goddamn night." The smell was god awful, but they kept themself composed even though they too wanted to gag. Numb to it. They had to be numb to it a little longer.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Cat." She said, hand still covering her mouth. "Is that Derick?" They glanced down at the damn-near collapsed head, blood still clinging to him since they hadn't bothered trying to make him presentable. They looked back up at her and nodded. "What the fuck... what the fuck."
It occurred to them that she wasn't... like them. Yeah, she was well acquainted with violence, but hers was usually just bar fights and little more. Brutal murders? Once upon a time they thought that was something she was familiar with; when they were younger they even thought that she had butchered more people than they had. With the energy and facade she put up, that hellish meat cleaver at her side, it had been so easy to think that she was worse than them. Maybe they'd needed her to be, so they could tell themself that they weren't that bad. But maybe that was wrong. Maybe the times she got her hands dirty were for the sake of protecting herself, and that girl that patched them up after they got into a fight was the person she really was.
Cat maneuvered around the gurney once more and rested their arms on the windowsill. "Did you tell Louie where I was?" Their voice was perfectly calm, and they saw something they never thought they'd see in her eyes: fear. "I'm not here to hurt you, Susie. I want you to understand. This isn't a fugging game. That man - that is the man that made me this way." They pointed back at the corpse. "And he came to my house. I've got a boyfriend and baby there, this isn't just about me anymore." It was one thing to mess with them. It was another thing entirely to endanger their family.
She leans away from them, and they see that she's just wearing a loose tank top and shorts. They're pretty sure they woke her up, revealing clothing like that wasn't really a good idea when she was on the clock. For all the times they'd seen her at night, just the two of them, they'd never caught her off guard or at ease. Never resting. "I didn't tell Louie anything." She paused, and they're guessing she could have prevented the information from getting to him if she really wanted to. Fine. Whatever. You know what? They'd been terrified of that happening after her visit and how their encounter, and it had, and the worst case scenario had happened. Well, shy of someone they cared about getting hurt. "What do you want from me?"
They pushed away from the sill and walks back to Derick's body, tossing the blanket over him again. "I wanted answers." They replied, looking at the creases of the blanket rather than facing her. "Are you scared of me?" They were almost... scared to hear the answer. They didn't want the answer to be yes, but from the tremble in her voice when she asked what they wanted... Call it an educated guess.
"Should I be?" They almost smiled. It wasn't an admission, which they were actually sort of thankful for. But it wasn't a denial either.
Cat gripped the edges of the gurney, still looking away from her. "Yes and no." They kept staring at the creases of the blanket. "Yes, because look at what I'm capable of. I'm dangerous." Once upon a time there would be pride in their voice, but now it was just empty. They spun around, an intensity entering their gaze as it landed on her face. "But no. I didn't come here to hurt you or anyone else."
They really hadn't. Not even the other cultists, the ones that they had hated and had made them miserable. If they were safe, she was fucking protected. "What did you come here for, then?"
They shot a glance over their shoulder at the covered corpse behind them. "I wanted to bring him home. His family should have the chance to bury him." Maybe that was stupidly sentimental of them, or maybe they wanted closure of their own bad enough that they didn't want to deny his wife and kids that.
Susie paused and seemed to think it over. "Okay. What are you doing here though? Outside of my house?" A good, valid question, one they didn't know how to answer. They knew why they were here, outside her window in the middle of the night, but putting it into words was difficult. "You looking for a room until morning?"
They had to tell themself that it wasn't an invitation - anyone that wanted a room in this town had to go through her; with the Constable's passing she would have gotten control of everything. "I wanted to talk to you. About him, about..." they lifted their hand then dropped it. "Us, I guess." That sounded misleading. Goddamnit. "Assuming you mean one in the inn, that might be good." It'd been a good little while since they'd slept in a bed, and they were actually getting used to the luxury.
She lifted her brows and tilted her head to the side. "Us?" The question of the room was practically forgotten, this had her complete and undivided attention. "What about us?" They weren't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"When you came to..." The hesitated, paranoia flaring up. No one ever slept all at once in these parts, so anyone could be listening. "See me, I was kind of a dick." She scoffed. "You were one too, so fug off. I'm still pissed about that happiness thing."
Susie was leaning out of her window now, blonde hair falling down in a pale sheet. She rolled her eyes. "You started out almost good. Almost. Get to the point." They huffed. Making nice wasn't exactly their specialty, and as bad as it was, they were doing their best.
God this was annoyingly hard. "The point is that you were my best friend. And every time I've seen you for like... the past three years, I've treated you like shit and you didn't deserve it. And I'm sorry." There. There it was. They thought they were done, but when she opened her mouth again they realized that wasn't the case. "When you showed up, I panicked. I wanted nothing more than to leave all this behind, and I couldn't have you there. But I didn't want to end it on the note we left it on before. I wanted a better note for us. Because this is it. I'm not coming back after this, and I still can't have you in my life."
She let out a long breath, her hair dancing around before all of the oxygen finally exited her lungs. "I didn't take you for the sentimental type." She replied after a long pause. After another moment she added, "But I guess you aren't. Not really."
"No?"
Susie shook her head. "No. You'll burn it all and not look back. I've watched you do it again and again and yet... here you are. Looking back one last time." They knew she was right; how many times had they tried to cut ties with her yet always ended up reaching out one last time, or welcoming her warmly enough when it was her that reached out? There was a reason for that, of course, a reason they kept turning up outside her window and didn't turn her away when she appeared in the Badlands.
They took a deep breath. "I said goodbye to you and I didn't immediately turn you away because of our old friendship. I'm here because of that too. And Derick, of course. But this is it. Really." Derick was dead, and they were going to get whatever closure was possible with the remaining cultists. That was it. No reason to ever come back here or see these people again.
She disappeared into her room, returning a few minutes later with a key. "Alright. You've complained that Derick was able to find you, given your sorry ass apology, and promised this is the last time we're going to see each other. For realsies. Here's a key for the motel. Room three. Get some sleep; you look like you need it." They'd be mad, but they knew it had to be true. They surely looked like shit. This trip had already taken a lot out of them and it had barely gotten started; not to mention that there was barely anything to take.
Huh. So this was it. They felt weirdly empty and dissatisfied, like there was something missing. Like they hadn't done enough. But what more was there to really say? "Alright. Thanks." They took the key and slipped it into their pocket. Cat glanced at her one last time, wanting to say something else but coming up with nothing else. "Bye."
They turned around and started pushing the gurney away. They almost made it to the street when she called out to them. "Wait. Cat." They turned around once more and raised their eyebrows. "What did I... do? I've been wondering for years why you left." She shrugged helplessly. "I just want to know."
They paused, eyes drifting down to the body. Maybe she deserved an explanation of why it all came to an end right at the beginning, but looking back... It seemed so stupid. It wasn't even something that she did, it's what they thought she would do and with enough time to remove them, they could see how stupid it had been. "Just forget it, Susie. Move on." Then they were walking away again, and she made a frustrated sound before shutting her window.
Cat arrived in the motel, and after a bit of debate they brought the gurney in with them, shutting it in the bathroom. As much as they'd love to leave it outside, leaving it unattended for a few hours was probably a terrible idea. After leaving Derick in the bathroom, they took off their shoes and laid down. They were well and truly tired, downright exhausted, but sleep was slow to come.
Fortunately, it did eventually, arrive and it was several hours before they woke up. When they did, sunlight was pouring through moth-eaten curtains. They sat up and rubbed their eyes, then it hit them what was next. It was time to bring him to his family, and tell them that they had killed him. That, in itself, would be an emotional task in and of itself, but there was also an element they hadn't given much thought to previously.
It wasn't just Derick's family. It was them and whatever other cultists had stuck around after they left. He was their leader, and they were fucking fanatical. They might not see his death as freeing, and this could go south very quickly. Well. It was too late to turn back now, they'd come too far to just abandon their mission right at the end. So they dragged themselves to their feet, did their best to straighten themselves up, then they grabbed the gurney and headed out.
Half an hour later they were standing outside of the Harris house. It looked the same, more or less, more dilapidated, the white paint had peeled even more than when they were last here three years ago. One of the windows was now boarded up, and the grass was growing up to their thighs. They left the gurney out front, then headed up the porch steps to the front door. They took a deep breath and braced themself, then knocked.
Seconds passed and finally the door opened. Cat watched as Vivian's face went from bored to shocked instantly; her eyes widening and lips parting slightly. She glanced around behind them, edging backwards into the house. "Where's my dad?" She asked, closing the door just enough that it partially hid her.
A lump formed in their throat, and they did their best to swallow it down. "He's... he's dead, Viv. Can you round everyone up?" They can see it in her face, the sudden, crushing grief and the distinct want to not round everyone up. But old habits of doing whatever they asked kicked in, and she nodded and closed the door.
They went down to stand by the body, and after a few minutes people started filing out. Susanna, Louie, the twins, Gerald, Honey, Carl... a few faces were missing, but they were surprised how many people were still there. Not everyone lived in the house, of course, but everyone lived nearby and it wasn't uncommon for them all to gather in there. And if they thought that Derick was supposed to be returning today...
There was a surprisingly broad range of facial expressions on their faces as they assembled and Cat was pretty sure that not everyone was aware that Derick was dead. Some of them even seemed happy, not realizing that they were here to bring back a body, not return to the cult. But others seemed close to tears - Susanna had an arm around each daughter, and she was holding them tightly. Louie stood next to him, eyes glazed over, staring seemingly unseeing at the covered body.
"Right." Cat muttered, figuring it was best to just get this over with. "Derick's dead. He needs burying." Their mouth was dry. "I'll stay for the funeral, if that's okay, then I'll be gone. Or I can just leave." They were greeted with silence, but of course they were. Who was going to tell their god to leave, to do anything other than what they wanted to do?
They sighed. "Look, I know this is sudden and unexpected, but we can't just stand around gawking. He's already decomposed a fair bit - hence the smell - and I'm not staying." They needed to make that part really clear. They weren't coming back to play god. Absolutely fucking not.
Finally Carl stepped forward. "Okay. Uh, boys," he turned to Louie and Gerald, "why don't you find a place for the grave and get digging?" He looked at his niece, Honey. "You stay with Susanna and the twins." The man's gaze shifted to Catalyst, and he swallowed. "Do you, uh, need anything?"
Yes. They needed food, they needed more sleep, they needed some goddamn peace of mine. "No." This to be over.
They knew they made the group of people before them uneasy, and part of them wanted to just leave, even just for a few hours while the grave was dug. But they didn't, they were seeing this through to the end. "Right. Let's go, everyone." Susanna headed back to the house with the girls, the boys headed out back to find a place to dig, and Carl stepped towards the gurney, a hand gently touching the blue blanket that still obscured the corpse.
"It's bad." They commented. He glanced at them, then tugged it back, dropping it back in place immediately. There was a horrified look on his face. "Told you."
Carl backed up and shook his head. "That's fucking insane." They shrugged, and he seemed to remember himself. "Sorry."
Irritation flared up and they had to take a deep breath. "Don't apologize. I'm not what you think I am, so just... stop. I don't want special treatment. I'm not special." There were times they wanted to be, times they even thought that they were. But not like how Carl saw them, they weren't a god. They weren't the herald of the fucking apocalypse.
Ah, another wave of hating the name and identity Derick had chosen for them. Another wave of wanting to be different, but feeling utterly incapable of change. "Cat -" He started, but then they started walking away, walking through the grass and following the path that Gerald and Louie had taken.
Before the Badlands, they (and Honey) had been the closest thing to peers that Cat had. They weren't, there would always be the distinction between god and follower. And even then, they had hated it. It had been the worst with Louie - before they were Catalyst, he had almost been like a brother to them. Almost. Never quite there. Derick had ruined that, like everything else.
Louie and Gerald had chosen a spot and had begun digging. Cat walked over and stood there, watching for a minute before grabbing Louie's shoulder. He looked at them in surprise. "I'm tapping in." It takes a second, but then he's passing them his shovel and stepping back. They take his place and start digging. Gerald resumes his digging, saying nothing.
For hours, no one said anything. The only sounds were the shovels scraping through the earth and the grunts from effort. They swapped out from time to time, and at one point Susanna brought them food. Cat was pretty sure that the cultists were surprised that they wanted to help, and frankly, they were surprised too. But it felt right. They were the reason he needed to be buried, it seemed only right that they help dig his grave.
By sundown it was deep enough, and everyone gathered outside once more. Gerald and Carl wheeled the gurney over, struggling with the long grass and the wheels. Cat was sitting on the ground, thoroughly exhausted. After pushing that thing all the way here and doing all the work that they had, they were quite content to let someone else take up responsibility for the body.
Susanna, the twins and Honey had all dressed up in black, while Carl had put on a dark suit. Meanwhile, Cat was covered head to toe in dirt - as were Louie and Gerald - wearing clothes that weren't really appropriate for preparing for a funeral, let alone the funeral itself. Still, they were all there. The body was dropped rather unceremoniously into the hole, the blanket falling out of place to reveal the mess that remained. Honey, ever sensitive, made a horrified sound and put her hands over her mouth.
For several minutes, no one says anything. "Is... anyone going to say anything?" Cat asked, glancing around. No one answered verbally, a couple people shook their heads. Funny how Derick could be everything to these people, yet none of them could muster anything kind to say over his grave. "Great." Cat grumbled, pushing a dirty hand through equally dirty hair. "Well... he took me in when I needed it, cared and listened when I needed someone to care and listen. He taught me and gave me a purpose... yeah, that's all I got." They were honestly surprised they'd managed to come up with that much. "I fugging hated him."
A few people glance at them in surprise, but that was nothing to Louie grabbing a fistful of dirt and throwing it into the hole. "He was a fucking bastard."
"Louis!" Susanna hissed, mortification on her face.
He shrugged, refusing to look at her. "It's true." He paused, sparing a glance at Cat. "We should fill it in." They wanted nothing more than to crawl into the motel bed again, silently beg for sleep until it finally came, but instead they grabbed a shovel. The others didn't stay for long. Susanna and the twins were the first to go, then Carl and Honey, then Gerald bailed complaining of a hurt back. But Cat and Louie kept at it until the grave was filled. When it was done, they both leaned on the shovels and just breathed. Then he looked over at them. "Wanna go get a drink?"
Of fucking course. They sighed, almost said no, then reconsidered. "Sure, I'm going that way anyway. But just one. I'm fugging tired." It was good though, in a weird way. The exhaustion, the aches, the soreness, the feeling of dirt coating their body, it reminded them that they were mortal, just a regular ass person. It was humbling, and they needed that more than they knew.
He shot a weak grin at them and tossed the shovel down. "You and me both, brother." Brother. It hit them hard (not even the use of brother instead of sibling; they almost didn't even notice that), and defining why exactly it did was hard. Probably because of the turn their relationship had taken before it ever really got to that status. The fact that it hadn't was something they were both painfully aware of as of the last time they talked.
So why adopt them now? "You... you know I'm the one that killed him, right?" His face fell and he nodded.
"I dunno, Cat... I hated that Mourningstar made us different. But it it is what it is, right? You are what you are, I am what I am." He shrugged, the conflict of wanting to believe his father's lies but also wanting to finally dismiss them plain on his face. There was something unsaid, too. Not entirely unsaid, for Louie had already told them that he would accept it if they killed Derick. But that was just a sign of how much he believed in the cult; if his father was misrepresenting their god, why shouldn't their god strike him down? Well, now they finally did.
Maybe, from the perspective of a cultist, he could accept his father's death. But how could he do that and see them as family? "I'd rather be your brother than your god." They'd never wanted to be his - or anyone's - god. But Derick had manipulated them, gotten them to like the power it gave them enough that they went along with it. "But I can't be both."
He ducked his head, bobbing it in a nod. "I need a drink." Cat sighed; of course he did. The two of them headed back into town, taking an all-too familiar route to the bar. Not many people were there, and Louie plopped down at the bar, as he had no doubt done countless times before. Cat sat down next to him, earning a raised eyebrow from Susie, who was already pouring a drink for Louie. "Did you hear?" He asked, and she nodded.
"Yeah." Her gaze slid over to Cat. "You look like shit. Never thought you were the type to get down in the dirt. You drinking?" She'd served them most of the alcohol they'd consumed in their life, but she was also well aware of their distaste for it.
They scoffed. "Water, please. I'm full of surprises." They almost told her that she didn't know them nearly as well as she thought she did, but they didn't have the energy for any sort of argument. Or anything.
Susie rolled her eyes and got them a glass of water. "Apparently not." They didn't respond, just took the glass and took a sip. She leaned against the bar, resting her forearms on the counter. She was staring at them intently, and they did not like that one bit. "So, your boyfriend." Goddamnit. "Is he the one with the accent that yelled at me?"
They could feel Louie looking at them too, but they kept their gaze on Susie. "Yes. The handsome French-Romanian guy that cursed you out is my boyfriend." Their tone invited no more questions, but of course that wasn't going to be enough to stop her.
"How long have you two been together?" She asked, already starting on Louie's next drink. He always knocked the first one back with the desperation of a man that had been dehydrated in a desert for a week and this was the first water he was given.
They leveled an unamused and impatient look at Susie. "Few months. We're very happy. Any other fugging questions?" They knew she wasn't dense enough to miss their hints, she just didn't care. With that gleam in her eye, they knew she couldn't give less of a shit if she tried.
As a matter of fact, she had the audacity to nod as she slid the drink over to Louie. "You've only been together for a few months and you've already got a kid? There's a story there and I wanna hear it." Louie spluttered, earning a glance from Cat. There was a small puddle around his cup now, and he was staring wide-eyed at them. Oh joy.
They rubbed their eyes and swore as a bit of dirt got in them. "You know what, if this is how the evening is going, I'm going to need a drink too." They didn't actually want it, of course, they were really just hoping to divert her. She poured them a glass of moonshine, the only thing besides water on the menu, then looked at them expectantly. Fucking hell. They took a sip, then pushed it away. "I see the swill hasn't improved."
There wasn't an ounce of offense in her eyes. She did cross her arms, though. "You're deflecting."
Yes. Yes they absolutely were. "We adopted a kid. Not that fugging weird. Where can I drop the key tomorrow?" Hopefully that was just enough information with just enough resistance that she knew she wasn't getting anything else out of them.
Susie huffed and uncrossed her arms. "Under the mat." She didn't prod anymore, which they were going to take as a blessing.
"Cool. I'm gonna go get some shut eye. Goodnight, good bye..." They stood up but paused for a brief moment. This was the last time they were going to see these people, the only ones they'd really liked while they were here in their teenaged years. What a last memory, huh? At least it sort of mirrored several of the memories they had with them...
After being largely silent (he always got hyper-fixated on his alcohol when he drank and rarely contributed to conversation), Louie spoke up. "You're not gonna finish that?" Of course.
They rolled their eyes. "Have at it."
Susie was practically burning a hole in their head with her piercing gaze, but they ignored her as they headed for the door. Just as their fingers grazed the handle of the door she called out: "not like you to leave without paying." They froze, closed their eyes, then walked back over to the bar. Cat took their gun out of the holster, emptied the chamber and slapped the bullet down on the counter. Then they were gone.
Cat got back to the motel and threw themself onto the bed without so much as taking their shoes off. They tried to sleep, but the discomfort from having their shoes still on and, even more damning, their weapons still on their person, made it impossible until those things were removed. Even after, it was a bit of a bitch, but eventually they drifted off. When morning rolled around, the only reason they dragged themself up was the thought of staying here any longer, away from their family. And oh god, Creed. Yeah, they needed to get back immediately.
They left the key under the doormat of number three, not sure if Susie meant that mat or hers, but honestly not caring. They didn't have the time or energy for this, they just wanted to get home. Fortunately, the trip back was significantly shorter as they weren't carting around a dead body, which might very well be the first blessing they'd gotten during this whole fucking ordeal.
By the time they returned to the Badlands at long last, night had fallen. It was what, after nine? Something like that? Not too late, so people were still awake. News of their return seemed to travel faster than they did, because by the time they neared the middle of town, people were running towards them. Gav, and a few others, who they didn't note immediately because their boyfriend was running at them.
The next thing they knew, he was jumping into their arms. They caught him and couldn't help it - they spun him around, his legs wrapping around them. They came to a halt after one rotation so they could give him a kiss, and honestly, they couldn't care less about who saw this little display of affection. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." He said against their lips. Their eyes were closed, and honestly they could stay in that moment forever. Then someone cleared their throat - they pulled away enough to see Molly, a man standing beside her. It was at that point that they noticed a weird weight and tension that didn't belong.
Gavril was still clinging onto them, and even if their arms weren't tired and feeling like they were about to fall off (which they were), he couldn't stay there. Something else was going on. "Babe. Put your legs down." He did, with some level of reluctance, and Cat turned to face their mom and the stranger. They were looking at them... expectantly, for some reason, which was certainly confusing. "Mom... who is this?" They glanced from her to the man to Gav, who seemed to know who he was too but wasn't say anything. Their uncertain gaze fell back on their mother, waiting.
//please wait for me to post with Molly before replying!
[member=9567]Noccy[/member] and [member=2919]truce.[/member] since y'all are/will be here too
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/26/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center]SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————