11-11-2017, 02:22 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>
He is so bored of broken things.
There’s no <i>fun</i> in it, when they are miserly, when they slam upon the self-destruct button over and over again. This boy had come to his twice, each time leaving a bit worse – and here he is again. With demands! It’s almost cute, the way he storms the mountain, shrieking to nothing. As if he is <i>owed</i>.
The dark god considers killing him. It wouldn’t take much, or matter much – a guttural word, a twist of the neck, and out of his misery goes Ledger. The boy would probably thank him, Carnage can’t imagine his life is very good right now.
He’d be doing him a favor, really.
He doesn’t, though – even he is not quite sure why – so he settles for knocking the boy down, temporarily sewing his lips shut. A god can’t think with all that screeching.
It’s only then that he appears, a trespasser on the faerie’s mountain, a cancer on its corpse.
“Calm down, Ledger,” he says to the boy, and when Ledger doesn’t speak, he smiles, “that’s better.”
“You weren’t using it well, your heart,” he says, tone conversational, as if they were at a dinner party, “all that foolishness for a girl. I was doing you a favor, really.”
He sighs, put-upon. They were never grateful, even when he did them favors. He doesn’t know why he bothers.
“Still,” he says, “I suppose we can make an arrangement.”
He regards the boy, wine-dark eyes drinking in the bloody mess of his skin.
“Bring me a heart,” he says, “and perhaps I will give yours back.”
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>He is so bored of broken things.
There’s no <i>fun</i> in it, when they are miserly, when they slam upon the self-destruct button over and over again. This boy had come to his twice, each time leaving a bit worse – and here he is again. With demands! It’s almost cute, the way he storms the mountain, shrieking to nothing. As if he is <i>owed</i>.
The dark god considers killing him. It wouldn’t take much, or matter much – a guttural word, a twist of the neck, and out of his misery goes Ledger. The boy would probably thank him, Carnage can’t imagine his life is very good right now.
He’d be doing him a favor, really.
He doesn’t, though – even he is not quite sure why – so he settles for knocking the boy down, temporarily sewing his lips shut. A god can’t think with all that screeching.
It’s only then that he appears, a trespasser on the faerie’s mountain, a cancer on its corpse.
“Calm down, Ledger,” he says to the boy, and when Ledger doesn’t speak, he smiles, “that’s better.”
“You weren’t using it well, your heart,” he says, tone conversational, as if they were at a dinner party, “all that foolishness for a girl. I was doing you a favor, really.”
He sighs, put-upon. They were never grateful, even when he did them favors. He doesn’t know why he bothers.
“Still,” he says, “I suppose we can make an arrangement.”
He regards the boy, wine-dark eyes drinking in the bloody mess of his skin.
“Bring me a heart,” he says, “and perhaps I will give yours back.”
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