[open] we tried to bury it and rise above

[spellslots]

who: taako/taaquito and you
what: catch-all + an open prompt for AU shenanigans
when: latter half of June
where: all around!!
warnings: violence/threats of sexual violence in the thread with smokedout

Comments

[umbrastaff]

That is pretty damn sweet... but hey, mine doesn't look stupid! It's practical and takes trophies!

[There's no accounting for taste, it seems.]

Be nice to it or I'm taking it back.

[spellslots]

[He nearly makes a joke about prying it out of his cold dead hands, but it sticks somewhere in his chest.

That's how he got it from her, after all.]

When I get my glaive back from wherever the fuck it went, you can have your clown umbrella.

[umbrastaff]

[All this shit they had gone through the last hours, and now they were arguing over the coolness of her banging umbra staff. It was easier than dwelling on things, no matter how sour it tasted.

At least for a while.]

You can be all badass with your glaive thing, but do you even know how to use weapons like that? You're gonna poke an eye out.

[spellslots]

[This is how he does shit like this; finding a stupid distraction as quickly as possible, after a difficult conversation.]

It's a magic glaive, I'm not actually stabbing anyone with it, jeez.

[umbrastaff]

[Reasons they worked so well together. Lup isn't as burningly angry any more, but she still has to go out and burn off the extra emotions later.

For now, though, she's more interested in bullshit.]

Then why make it a glaive!?

[Really, Taako.]

[spellslots]

Uh, because it looks sick, duh.

[This shouldn't be a difficult concept to understand.]

[umbrastaff]

Don't come crying to me when you hurt yourself on it, or accidentally stab Magnus.

[Magnus-stabbing seemed the most likely, to be honest.]

[spellslots]

As if he'd even notice.

[He has like 150 hit points, a little stab from Taako isn't going to do much.]

[umbrastaff]

[She snorts at that and leans her head against his shoulder.]

Big muscle-beast Magnus, running from whatever the hell we're fighting, full of arrows and daggers and fuck knows what. Then you accidentally stab him and he cries.

Do you want that on your conscience?

[spellslots]

Oh, puh-lease, that dude cries at the drop of a hat, I'm not gonna feel guilty about it.

[He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.]

[umbrastaff]

Oh gods yes. [Lup rolls her eyes.] Remember the puppy planet?