(Had to think real hard whether or not the timelines align lol) "You call that rage? I've seen hamsters more intimidating than you." Quill mocked and taunted En while acting as his moving target during training. Being able to concentrate on only the defensive and roasting someone elses offensive, his movements were a lot more controled and calculated than usual. Eventually, he jumped back to a safe distance and lowered his knives. "En please, you're boring me to tears over here. If you can't anger into strenght properly, you'll never be able to claim your vengence. Let's just stop for today." Then Quills gaze adverted from En and instead focused on a tall figure with white hair in the distance, looking over them with a blank stare. Quills muscles tensed up, as an aching wave of pain coursed through his chest. "You again..." he whispered with a resentful expression, before looking back to En. "Oh, by the way... You dated a guy named Marco once, right?..." In an last attempt to really grind Ens gears, he'd remind him of his own love long lost. "I got a little curious and apparently, he's pretty well known where he lives. He's known to pick up people at bars for one night stands. Apparently, he did that all the time. He probably cheated on you while you were together. I doubt someone like you would've been good enough for him."
En sheathed his swords with a look of dissatisfaction and irritation on his otherwise cold face. He'd thought he'd been attacking with his full strength, but was he really holding some back? Or was it that he wasn't transferring his rage yet? He thought back to the fight, then the one he had with his friends long ago. He remembered getting consumed with a white hot fury that obliterated any sense of logic he had, fueling him with only instincts, and ones that read one thing: kill them all. Even now, he couldn't recall a time he'd felt similarly. Part of him didn't want to feel that again, afraid that... He wasn't sure what he was afraid of. Hearing a quiet, inaudible comment, En glanced up at Quill to see him staring off somewhere. He was about to follow his gaze when a name was brought up that caused him to freeze. His eyes, downcast, widened slowly at the information. The stoic mask over his face slipped for just a second, and instead of the cruel assassin shaped by fate, it was once again the vulnerable, young prince. ... Cheating? Pain twisted over his face. He knew it. He knew it. He wasn't good enough, he never was! Marco was with someone else better, more attractive, better together. He always was. And the prince... had always been alone. The searing white flames engulfed him from the inside, and he welcomed it almost eagerly. Just get this pain away from me, he begged it.
Everything went black. Distorted instincts took control. Kill them all.
Both swords trembled as their roses flashed an array of colors. Eyes now devoid of both emotion and even humanity, En swiped both swords in Quill's direction. Balls of chaotic energy shot out of both swords, twirling around each other before slamming together into a powerful blast of rapid energy. Before the dirt from the blast could even clear, En had sliced through it to get to his target. In his hands were not the swords anymore, but a new weapon formed from their combination: a golden scythe.
Oh, how Quill loved seeing Ens reaction. The same kind of reaction he had when he was betrayed. What made Quill so fond of En in the first place, was how they always seem to have some twisted paralles. How nice that that feeling would still occur, despite Ens changes. It put a wide and satisfied grin on his face. How does it feel to be so hopelessly abandoned, En? That smile, however, was quickly wiped off his face when En did, in fact, utilize Quills little 'motivation' into a powerful attack he wasn't prepared for. A direct hit that send the outlaw flying back for a few meters and hit the ground with a pained groan. He gathered himself up a little, just enough to see the scythe that has become of the assassins swords. Almost out of reflex, Quill threw a knife away from him, a string of dark magic attached to it, in order to pull himself away before En could to anything to him with that scythe. Once by his knife, which got stuck in the bark of a tree, he got up and grabbed it's handle while chuckling to himself. That chuckle would eventually turn into a derranged laughter. "Amazing! That's what I was looking for!" He pulled his knife out of the tree and stared into nothingness once again. "Are you watching, Allegro? You might see me die by your brothers hands today!" He let out a laugh again before shooting another knife into a wall closeby. "Let's raise the difficulty a bit, shall we?"
PicklePantry
En Litari II
(Had to think real hard whether or not the timelines align lol)
"You call that rage? I've seen hamsters more intimidating than you." Quill mocked and taunted En while acting as his moving target during training. Being able to concentrate on only the defensive and roasting someone elses offensive, his movements were a lot more controled and calculated than usual. Eventually, he jumped back to a safe distance and lowered his knives. "En please, you're boring me to tears over here. If you can't anger into strenght properly, you'll never be able to claim your vengence. Let's just stop for today."
Then Quills gaze adverted from En and instead focused on a tall figure with white hair in the distance, looking over them with a blank stare. Quills muscles tensed up, as an aching wave of pain coursed through his chest. "You again..." he whispered with a resentful expression, before looking back to En.
"Oh, by the way... You dated a guy named Marco once, right?..." In an last attempt to really grind Ens gears, he'd remind him of his own love long lost. "I got a little curious and apparently, he's pretty well known where he lives. He's known to pick up people at bars for one night stands. Apparently, he did that all the time. He probably cheated on you while you were together. I doubt someone like you would've been good enough for him."
3 years, 3 days ago
En sheathed his swords with a look of dissatisfaction and irritation on his otherwise cold face. He'd thought he'd been attacking with his full strength, but was he really holding some back? Or was it that he wasn't transferring his rage yet? He thought back to the fight, then the one he had with his friends long ago. He remembered getting consumed with a white hot fury that obliterated any sense of logic he had, fueling him with only instincts, and ones that read one thing: kill them all. Even now, he couldn't recall a time he'd felt similarly. Part of him didn't want to feel that again, afraid that... He wasn't sure what he was afraid of.
Hearing a quiet, inaudible comment, En glanced up at Quill to see him staring off somewhere. He was about to follow his gaze when a name was brought up that caused him to freeze. His eyes, downcast, widened slowly at the information. The stoic mask over his face slipped for just a second, and instead of the cruel assassin shaped by fate, it was once again the vulnerable, young prince.
... Cheating?
Pain twisted over his face. He knew it. He knew it. He wasn't good enough, he never was! Marco was with someone else better, more attractive, better together. He always was.
And the prince... had always been alone.
The searing white flames engulfed him from the inside, and he welcomed it almost eagerly. Just get this pain away from me, he begged it.
Everything went black.
Distorted instincts took control.
Kill them all.
Both swords trembled as their roses flashed an array of colors. Eyes now devoid of both emotion and even humanity, En swiped both swords in Quill's direction. Balls of chaotic energy shot out of both swords, twirling around each other before slamming together into a powerful blast of rapid energy.
Before the dirt from the blast could even clear, En had sliced through it to get to his target. In his hands were not the swords anymore, but a new weapon formed from their combination: a golden scythe.
3 years, 2 days ago
(I couldn't reply yesterday but I wanted to 😔)
Oh, how Quill loved seeing Ens reaction. The same kind of reaction he had when he was betrayed. What made Quill so fond of En in the first place, was how they always seem to have some twisted paralles. How nice that that feeling would still occur, despite Ens changes. It put a wide and satisfied grin on his face. How does it feel to be so hopelessly abandoned, En?
That smile, however, was quickly wiped off his face when En did, in fact, utilize Quills little 'motivation' into a powerful attack he wasn't prepared for. A direct hit that send the outlaw flying back for a few meters and hit the ground with a pained groan. He gathered himself up a little, just enough to see the scythe that has become of the assassins swords. Almost out of reflex, Quill threw a knife away from him, a string of dark magic attached to it, in order to pull himself away before En could to anything to him with that scythe.
Once by his knife, which got stuck in the bark of a tree, he got up and grabbed it's handle while chuckling to himself. That chuckle would eventually turn into a derranged laughter. "Amazing! That's what I was looking for!" He pulled his knife out of the tree and stared into nothingness once again.
"Are you watching, Allegro?
You might see me die by your brothers hands today!" He let out a laugh again before shooting another knife into a wall closeby. "Let's raise the difficulty a bit, shall we?"
3 years, 16 hours ago