( open ) a belated grave

[alienation]

what is this
i miss my blorbo and cr.
it will be either a text thread or something commentspam and easy on my brain because i am tired. i might also end up not being able to keep up with these very long because the power to psl is no longer strong within me. but i wanna try. so anyway this is an rp with lotor post.

reverie cr ✓
snek cr ✓
others/aus/??? ✓
smash/torment I CAN TRY IF THE STARS ARE ALIGNED

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[markofkaine]

[ 👍 ]

[It's so shiny, you can see your frown in it perfectly.]

[alienation]

[ I must lash out somehow: ]

Would you like to come along with us this time? We've yet to acquire a "space baby" after all.

[markofkaine]

[nEARLY SPITTAKES]

LOTOR--!

[alienation]

[ take the egg back!! ]

Yes, lover?

[ he will never forget. ever. ]

[markofkaine]

[HE DOES. away from the awful husband, egg]

There has to be a statute of limitations on using the dumb things a figment of my soul says against me.

[alienation]

A thousand years should suffice.

[markofkaine]

[Mutters,] And he says he's not evil anymore...

[ok gonna place egg back down in its cozy nest]

[alienation]

Oh darling. Is it so bad to take the things your soul speaks of seriously?

[ yes it is.

he's turning to survey the rest if the land, though. it really does seem like just yesterday, they were fighting for their lives here. ]

[markofkaine]

If I know anything about my own soul-- yes.

[He follows Lotor's gaze, feeling much the same way.]

...I bet our old haunts haven't changed a bit.

[alienation]

[ motel... library... the beach... he looks at the museum he asked for as well, even though that is technically new. newer. not a haunt. it's also hard to not look at the skyscraper. ]

I wish to see the library first.

[ fond memories of being stalked by you and also turning into a miserable rolling rock due to fornication. ]

[markofkaine]

[Horrible, horrible memories.

With a sarcastic but still fondly teasing gesture toward the home of books,]

As my prince commands.

[alienation]

[ holds out hand.

it's fine there's nobody here to see your maiden heart on display. ]

[markofkaine]

[THE EGGS CAN SEE--

with a little embarrassed huff, he takes his husband big, clawed hand in his own. Let's go to your nerd den...]

[alienation]

[the eggs need some spice in their lives anyway.

squeeze.

anyway, the nerd den looks exactly the same. there's even books Lotor had returned before leaving, still sitting on a desk. ]

We had so many conversations here.

[ you and your poetry. ]

[markofkaine]

[My webbing nest on the ceiling has long dissolved, though.]

All your research and plans.

[We're not addressing my poetry.]

And that short lived interest in pirate smut.

[alienation]

[ i don't need pirate smut when i have you! ]

You made such an adorable face, that evening.

[ when you opened the page to pirate smut... ]

[markofkaine]

[ =_= ]

Can you blame me, really.

[alienation]

Of course not.

[ pulling him into the darkest aisle. the emo poetry section. ]

I would consider taking one of those erotic pirate tomes for the sake of nostalgia, but... well, you keep my life exciting enough as it is.

[ he is still on the loving attack. ]

[markofkaine]

[i'm being assaulted this is unfair. Leaning casually against a shelf (because I'm definitely not interested in these books) with a little provocative pop of the hip. Because he can.]

Me and the actual space pirates.

[alienation]

[ There he is. My beautiful and healthy giant spider. ]

I could make you a space pirate.

[ with one long, careful finger he is pulling a bound book fron the shelf, turning it iver in his hands, and then sliding it back. ]

[markofkaine]

Bit of an unbecoming match for your current position, isn't it?

[like, are you still technically emperor or what]

[alienation]

[ maybe it's precarious. emperor in jeopardy. ]

Once, I would have even considered such a thing seriously. But in the end, you are truly the most ideal match for me. Pirate or no.

Besides, sheer strength is always a factor, and you've got that in excess.

[markofkaine]

[fondly reminisces,]

They're still talking about that time I broke that guy's arm on the flagship.

[the one who was talking mad shit, remember]

[alienation]

[ that's my boy! ]

You left a very good impression, in my opinion. Here, take this book—we can peruse it together later on.

[ it's dark poetry in his hands again. he will fall on the sword of picking it out for you, boo. ]

[markofkaine]

Probably the first time that's ever been said that about my first impressions. I'd say I take to this Galra thing pretty well.

[This is why he loves you bae.]