Adam
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
His whole life, Adam had given himself one goal; hr had always wanted to be 'the hero'. The swashbuckling, roguish, handsome and dashing figure that would swoop into the climax of childhood stories ready to save the day and charm everyone while he did it. The songs of his youth, sung in seedy inns to gaggles of brothel children, had set the image strong in his mind.
It had decided all he had done. How he dressed, what skills he persued: he had certainly been the only 16 year old in his group of friends that could shoot, ride a horse and drink most grown men under the table. It had been a big part of the reason why Heidi had been so taken with him, the scruffy teen layabout contrast to her courtly upbringing.
It had been why he'd ended up with a ripped jaw and almost died, when he'd over estimated his ability, imagining too many stories in the place of cold reality.
Since coming to Caido, he'd let go of the ideal a bit, probably because life here was harder than he'd known and the stories were gone. Still, through his meeting Coffee, then Pet, becoming best friends with Amalia and Jigano...it had become a background hum, but he'd found his desire to save the day had remained.
So, enough backstory crap - there was a giant fuck off dragon and his boyfriend was knocked out and Amalia was yelling and it had all gone to shit. In Adam's cool hero story fantasy land, his plan would've gone off without a hitch; right now he'd be holding Pet close as dragon blood sprayed like a sprinkler before them.
That was not what happened.
He'd just gotten a hold on Pet when the worst cold he'd ever felt overcame him, all at once, so quickly it hardly felt real. Adam thankfully managed to fall as his knees gave out so he could drag Pet closer, pull him into one last embrace, lips on his forehead.
Not the hero he'd wanted to be, but he'd died trying to save his love, which had to rate pretty high as far as cool tragic endings went, he thought.
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At least Mort's realm was way fucking comfier than the Hell he'd been promised back on his world. Coffee and Pet got to come right with him as well, which...was a bittersweet bonus, but one all the same.
Just one thing to do, before he could rest easy. "Hey, Pet."
Adam knelt down and reached for Pets hand.
"Don't die a Launceleyn. Wanna be Peter Pikely?"
It had decided all he had done. How he dressed, what skills he persued: he had certainly been the only 16 year old in his group of friends that could shoot, ride a horse and drink most grown men under the table. It had been a big part of the reason why Heidi had been so taken with him, the scruffy teen layabout contrast to her courtly upbringing.
It had been why he'd ended up with a ripped jaw and almost died, when he'd over estimated his ability, imagining too many stories in the place of cold reality.
Since coming to Caido, he'd let go of the ideal a bit, probably because life here was harder than he'd known and the stories were gone. Still, through his meeting Coffee, then Pet, becoming best friends with Amalia and Jigano...it had become a background hum, but he'd found his desire to save the day had remained.
So, enough backstory crap - there was a giant fuck off dragon and his boyfriend was knocked out and Amalia was yelling and it had all gone to shit. In Adam's cool hero story fantasy land, his plan would've gone off without a hitch; right now he'd be holding Pet close as dragon blood sprayed like a sprinkler before them.
That was not what happened.
He'd just gotten a hold on Pet when the worst cold he'd ever felt overcame him, all at once, so quickly it hardly felt real. Adam thankfully managed to fall as his knees gave out so he could drag Pet closer, pull him into one last embrace, lips on his forehead.
Not the hero he'd wanted to be, but he'd died trying to save his love, which had to rate pretty high as far as cool tragic endings went, he thought.
...
..
.
At least Mort's realm was way fucking comfier than the Hell he'd been promised back on his world. Coffee and Pet got to come right with him as well, which...was a bittersweet bonus, but one all the same.
Just one thing to do, before he could rest easy. "Hey, Pet."
Adam knelt down and reached for Pets hand.
"Don't die a Launceleyn. Wanna be Peter Pikely?"
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough
And this is what you get
