(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[frostfist]

[ OKAY HE'S NOT WRONG BUT— ]

In those words exactly?

[immortalpoet]

Something like it, yes.




[yeah.]

[frostfist]

[ My guy...... Wriothesley takes a slow breath and then breathes it out through his nose. ]

You're not very good with tact, are you. Please tell me you aren't going to say something similar the next time you see her.

[immortalpoet]

I'm not winning awards left and right for compliments here, Wriothesley.

[He knows he's an asshole and he's not going to CHANGE!!!!!! EVER!!!! Okay, maybe a little bit. Maybe.]

She was the one who got fussy on me in the first place. So I'm not going to get into that again.

[frostfist]

Probably better for your health if you don't.

[ But also note to self: Don't piss off Ereshkigal. ]

I heard you talked to Malkuth. [ Apparently pissing off Verg is okay though?? ]

[immortalpoet]

Ergh.

[Now that statement is making his eyebrows knit together.]

Yes. And?

[why u asking]

WHY WAS THERE JUST A BRACKET THERE i hate mobile tagging

[frostfist]

[ Can't he be concerned for a good friend :( (citation needed) ]

It seemed like it went well. [ Nonchalantly. ]

shakes fist at mobile tagging

[immortalpoet]

...

And where did you hear that.

[frostfist]

[ Don't mind him as he takes two steps down the aisle to look at whatever medicine is in front of him. ]

Malkuth. Does that bother you?

[immortalpoet]

It does.

[He says, with as much bluntness as a hammer.]

Should I start questioning whether you like bare shoulders on Ishmael? Just to return the favor.

[frostfist]

Sure.

[ Sorry, Verg is going to have to try so much harder than that. ]

The answer is yes, for the record. [ Hopefully Ishmael is far away from here.... ]

[immortalpoet]

Tch.

[#the dad look of some hooligan making a pass at his daughter.jpg but not really since ish is just an employee]

....What's your problem, Wriothesley?

[frostfist]

[ Now that gets him to look up from the box of (throws dart) allergy medicine he'd been peering at, both eyebrows raised slightly. ]

I'm afraid you'll have to clarify.

[immortalpoet]

[He lets out a low noise, like a growl - but really, he's tired and peeved and in pain.]

Have you been trying to antagonize me for Ishmael's sake? Or just because I'm her boss? Or is it because you have nothing better to do, huh, and you want a laugh? What's your damn problem?

[frostfist]

[ ....Alright then.

Slowly he straightens, whatever trace of good cheer previously on his face completely erased in favor of an entirely serious expression. ]

If I truly wanted to make an enemy out of you, Mister Vergilius, you'd know. [ This ain't it, chief. ] As it stands, I'm simply conversing with you the way I would most others here, though it seems I've overstepped my bounds. My apologies.

[ He doesn't sound particularly apologetic, but at least he's not being sarcastic about it. ]

But do us both a favor and leave Ishmael out of this. Any perceived faults you find with my behavior are a reflection of myself only.

[immortalpoet]

So you would ask most here whether they'd kiss you when they were drunk, then. How interesting.

[Sorry, he is NOT letting that one go.]

I told her about that one, you know. Care to explain where it came from?

[frostfist]

Why not? It makes for an interesting ice breaker, don't you think?

[ Has he asked anyone else here if they'd kiss him while drunk, no, but could he? Absolutely. ]

Here's another tidbit for you while we're at it: I believe in a fair exchange of goods and information. Unfortunately, you don't seem so keen on opening up to me any time soon so I'm afraid I'll have to decline your request.

[immortalpoet]

[Hie red eyes are flaring on that one. Also reminder he is in a maid dress. I love RP.]

I made the mistake of opening to you about Malkuth when I was drunk, which you have proceeded to wag in my face every time you've seen me with nosy little questions about my relationship with her, so don't give me that "fair exchange" crap.

[frostfist]

[ We love maid dress Verg in this house.

There's a quick sigh, followed by a brief rub of his nose. ]

I suggested you speak to Malkuth regarding your feelings directly instead of fruitlessly complaining. Was I wrong in that regard? [ Don't answer that. Or do. ] Any other questions regarding your relationship have simply been a means of checking in on the status of said relationship, though I concede I could have asked in a better way.

[immortalpoet]

You did. And you weren't...wrong. But...

[A pause, an intake of breath, and he looks more peeved, if its even possible. He was Vulnerable then. He hates Vulnerable.]

I never want to hear her name out of your mouth again. Do I make myself clear? I respect whatever you have with Ishmael, regardless of what I think of it. I'm not asking you or bringing it up when we see one another since its your business. Have the damn decency to do the same with me.

[frostfist]

Shouldn't that be as much Malkuth's decision as it is yours, whether or not I choose to speak her name?

[ Damn, he's already failing this so bad. It's okay though, there's a silver lining to all of this. ]

But out of respect to Malkuth [ still failing this ] I'll do you one better and stay out of your hair entirely. That should be enough to alleviate your concerns, shouldn't it?

[ Here, he will even make his point and beeline for the exit, though he turns right at the door to fire off one last remark. ]

I do hope you feel better soon, for Malkuth's sake. [ One last purposeful failure before he waltzes out of the pharmacy, goodbye!!! ]

[immortalpoet]

[Every time he says her name, its like there's an added weight in the air, a tension adding with the heightened glow of his eyes that makes it lianle to snap.]

[Wriothesley moves, and as he does, Vergilius growls out one last retort, with all the weight of his feverish anger.]

What a fucking coward you are. Run away. Go on.

[But he won't physically stop him from leaving. There he goes.]

[.....He really needs to lay down.]