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paixaorpg2009-05-09 01:44 am
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Weasels In The Bag [Completed]
Character(s): Larxene and Timon
Content: A battle of wits ensues as the two play a dangerous game
Setting: Haja o Que Houver to Larxene's lairbrary
Time: Week 5, Morning
Warnings: AAAAAAAAANGST
It was no surprise that Vyers would take some time to get ready for breakfast. As the pair had previously argued about just the day before, the man took far too long for Timon’s liking to prepare for the simplest of outings. With no patients, especially regarding his stomach, the meerkat chose to dine alone this morning opposed to with his bodyguard as usual. If he had to wait for the demon a minute longer he claimed that he would start eating the furniture, or at least try to. Waving to the Dark Adonis as he made his way to the door he assured the man that he would see him later that night, but not to wait up for him for dinner. He had other plans for the evening that did not involve Vyers.
Quickly heading down the stairs to the restaurant located within the hotel, the little rodent went over his plans for the day, starting with what he would have for breakfast. He had visited restaurant so often when he last lived in Haja o Que Houver he practically knew the menu by heart. Of course, Vyers’ poor ability to cook contributed greatly to these visits, but Timon never complained once (other than when the food took too long).
Walking down the long empty hallway to the main lobby the meerkat whistled calmly. Regardless of the start, today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.
Content: A battle of wits ensues as the two play a dangerous game
Setting: Haja o Que Houver to Larxene's lairbrary
Time: Week 5, Morning
Warnings: AAAAAAAAANGST
It was no surprise that Vyers would take some time to get ready for breakfast. As the pair had previously argued about just the day before, the man took far too long for Timon’s liking to prepare for the simplest of outings. With no patients, especially regarding his stomach, the meerkat chose to dine alone this morning opposed to with his bodyguard as usual. If he had to wait for the demon a minute longer he claimed that he would start eating the furniture, or at least try to. Waving to the Dark Adonis as he made his way to the door he assured the man that he would see him later that night, but not to wait up for him for dinner. He had other plans for the evening that did not involve Vyers.
Quickly heading down the stairs to the restaurant located within the hotel, the little rodent went over his plans for the day, starting with what he would have for breakfast. He had visited restaurant so often when he last lived in Haja o Que Houver he practically knew the menu by heart. Of course, Vyers’ poor ability to cook contributed greatly to these visits, but Timon never complained once (other than when the food took too long).
Walking down the long empty hallway to the main lobby the meerkat whistled calmly. Regardless of the start, today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.
no subject
Now he was helpless. He had lost their little game. And now, now he had to pay.
Out of ideas, and options, he watched Larxene approach him. He pleaded for his legs to move, but they shared no sympathy. All he could do was watch her. His eyes begged her to stop as his lips trembled in fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his friends again, his family. It had been years since he’d left the colony, years since he’d seen them. He missed his mother, father, even Max. He missed his mother’s arms around him, her kind words and comforting thoughts. She had always praised him, even when he knew he knew he hadn’t deserved it. He knew why she did it though. He knew why she’d done everything. When you had a kid of your own, you knew.
He knew he had never been perfect, his father and uncle had always pointed that out. At least, while they could. He couldn’t deny it either. His world had never sparked much interest to him. Living in the ground, lower than dirt itself, it was demeaning. A meerkat’s life was drab as it got. Then again, he always had been a lousy meerkat. He was a pathetic digger, a terrible sentry scout… He caused more problems with his presence alone than anything else. He let everyone down.
Running away changed things though. It was a good idea at the time – actually, it was a good idea for a long time. If he ran away, if he forgot it, he thought he could escape it. The past wouldn’t be as painful if it was forgotten, left behind. Of course, one never could run forever. The past had its ways of finding you, and it had definitely found Timon, even in Paixao.
Memories began to play in his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He was convinced this was the end.
“P-please.” The meerkat began, struggling to speak. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything… Anything!”