— CARRION & WENDY !

[ TRIGGER WARNING : blood , gore , body horror ]

“ tell me, do you not enjoy such fun things ? i thought that giants liked to solve puzzles and such ?

don’t you wish to see if you can navigate this little trick all your own ? ”

penned by NYX and MADS.

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

❛  are we actually doing the right thing?  ❜ ❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ ❛  are you even sorry?  ❜ ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜ ❛  can’t we just be friends again?  ❜ ❛  can we pretend this never happened?  ❜ ❛  can you help me with this?  ❜ ❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even love me?  ❜ ❛  don’t you believe me?  ❜ ❛  do you trust me?  ❜ ❛  do you understand what that means?  ❜ ❛  do you want to talk about it?  ❜ ❛  haven’t you heard the news?  ❜ ❛  have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  how did you do that?  ❜ ❛  how will i ever be able to repay you?  ❜ ❛  is it my fault?  ❜ ❛  is there anything i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  was all of this just a lie?  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this, right?  ❜ ❛  what are you doing here?  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me?  ❜ ❛  what have you done to them?  ❜ ❛  what makes you think i’m going to help you?  ❜ ❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ ❛  when will it stop?  ❜ ❛  when will you ever grow up?  ❜ ❛  where were you last night?  ❜ ❛  who did this to you?  ❜ ❛  who the hell are you?  ❜ ❛  why can’t you just let it go?  ❜ ❛  why didn’t you tell me sooner?  ❜ ❛  why did you leave me?  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come home with me?  ❜ ❛  why would you do something like that?  ❜ ❛  will you call me when you got there safely?  ❜ ❛  will you please tell me what happened?  ❜ ❛  will you stop doing that?  ❜

" we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " - Oak

"Is that such a bad thing?" Carrion mused, a scoff escaping from strawberry lips. Being cornered by those who wished nothing less than death upon her was nothing new, it was comforting in a sense. "Do you not like to feel powerful? For if someone wishes you dead, then they see you as a threat. Those foolish Lost Boys want the pirates dead and vice versa, all because they think it is a game. Truly, they aren't far from the truth, are they?"

A smirk graced her features as she turned her attention towards the basket within her arms which housed her latest collection of webbing. The spiders had a habit of cooperating with her, so long as she had something to offer them in return. Should they refuse, dare to strike at her even, well . . . she had ways to ensure they remembered just who was in charge.

"Power shifts, it is like the water. Waves come and go, an ever changing tide of charge, and the receding shoreline fights to hold its ground- but in the end, the strongest waves will always win, pushing the land even further back. Are we not the waves?" Her head lulled to the side, allowing inky black waves to fall in front of her shoulder. There was little on the island that used to hold a candle to the small folk, what says that they could not reclaim that oh so powerful position they once held? "It is no different than life in the Other Place. So many wish us dead, and we could slaughter them all like little lambs. What stops us? Dear Oak? What prevents you from making them fear you even more? Do you not miss the days where you could roam freely, without fear of being mauled by something around every corner, haunting you?"

She paused for a moment, searching the man before her for any tell as to what was wandering through his mind. He could be a most powerful ally, should she ever need one, there was only so much Peter could do while the Darling girl ran about. "Would it be such a bad thing, if we were to fight and claw our way back to the top? If so many want us dead, then I see us as being back on the right track."

" becasue i'm nice and pretty. "

Amusement resided upon the features of the exile. Her lips twisted upwards, revealing freshly stained canines. Slim digits danced across the thick bones which were resting on the rocks before her. The scent of salt water stung, assaulting her senses in a way that threatened to make her face scrunch up. If it wasn't for the fact she was enjoying this little game so very, very much, she just might have grimaced at the very presence of the ocean. Such a disgusting place. From a distance, it would always be beautiful, the sea foam from distressed splashing, that brief transitioning moment where the merfolks eyes are still a beautiful void. It was nice, in theory. Yet the smells were overpowering. Bitter, reminding her of that dreaded flight she had made when she first arrived upon the island. Suffering through the misery, Carrion bit her cheek and stood upon the rocks before Anouk.

In her hands was a pile of bones, FAR too big for her. Thick gossamer held ribs together, connecting the pieces with a segmented spinal cord. If the garment were to be held up by someone large enough to display it in its entirety, they would discover that it was a corset of sorts. Dyed spider-webbing outlining the bones which would adorn the merfolk's own ribcage, drawing wandering lost boys eyes to the glistening accessories. Seashells and starfish decorated the space between the ribs, held in place by a thin layer of webbing. For it had been made with Anouk specifically in mind, and creating it had taken what felt like months. For Anouk was one of the few merfolk that Carrion properly enjoyed conversation with. Both were capable women, though, both were confined to their 'habitats'. For Anouk to learn of things upon the land when Peter was too busy to make visits, required Carrion, and for Carrion to retrieve bones from the sea, she required Anouk. A symbiotic relationship, that she was quite happy with.

"While both of those are true, I'm not so sure yet. How should I know whether or not the water droplets clinging to the webs, will look as I envisioned it?" Carrion mused, arching a brow as sage green hues found their way to the merfolk. "What if it damns your visage? That would truly be something awful, for we wouldn't want you to miss a meal, or look anything less than your best! But-" She cooed, a mischievous smirk haunting the corner of her lips. "If you REALLY do want it, I suppose I could part with it."

Fragile digits gripped the viper’s tooth dagger which resided at her side, waiting, watching. Narrowed hues landed upon the host of the deep, rich voice. Oak. The hold on her weapon eased, fingers tracing the makeshift hilt of her blade as Carrion rose to her feet. How very peculiar it was, to see him here. To see him at all, really. Perhaps it was a jest from Peter? Having someone other than him, watch over her for once, or, perhaps it was simply . . . . coincidental timing.

There was no hiding the prideful smirk that took over her lips as he referred towards her prize. For he was right, it was the islands favor that gifted her with such a beautiful gift. A reward for her efforts, to keep her alive as she helped to keep it alive. Sage hues looked the man over once, twice, before returning to the spider that lay before them within the pit. Its previously clean furs becoming stained with a crimson gloss. “It is a beauty? Is it not? Funny, how the island rewards such small acts, in such large ways.” Wind chimes rang out as wings fluttered slowly, carried out as gentle, hushed whispers around them.

It was true however. The reward was far more than she had expected to come from her spear pit. A meal fit for a Queen. One that would very well last her and Chrysanthemum for nearly an entire month, should they be able to prevent it from spoiling too quickly. To carry it back to her abode would take hours at the very best, not counting the time it would take to portion it all out, finding cloth to prevent her spider-webbed clothing from becoming stained in the process. Such a hassle, and yet, she would gladly torture herself with it, several times over.

His inquiry forced a breath to hitch in her throat. Had he been waiting for her to arrive? Had he seen her setting up the spear pit, seeing it as a chance to get away with a free meal? the very thought of someone trying to con her, made a pit form in her gut, sinking what felt like well beyond the soil beneath them.What she should do with the prize, was none of his concern, for its exoskeleton was for her to mend and fold into whatever she so desired. The meat beyond its hard shell that went unused, gifted back to the island for other scavengers to feast off of.

 “Darach, if I may? As much as I do love your company, and believe me, I do, there is no shaking the feeling of something being rather amiss. What, darling, divine intelligence, sent you to watch over a woman in the woods? Or are we taking on new hobbies? There are surely better places to seek out a show, no?” Canines peeked out from behind peach lips as a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of her hairpin curves.

Fragile digits gripped the viper’s tooth dagger which resided at her side, waiting, watching. Narrowed hues landed upon the host of the deep, rich voice. Oak. The hold on her weapon eased, fingers tracing the makeshift hilt of her blade as Carrion rose to her feet. How very peculiar it was, to see him here. To see him at all, really. Perhaps it was a jest from Peter? Having someone other than him, watch over her for once, or, perhaps it was simply . . . . coincidental timing.

There was no hiding the prideful smirk that took over her lips as he referred towards her prize. For he was right, it was the islands favor that gifted her with such a beautiful gift. A reward for her efforts, to keep her alive as she helped to keep it alive. Sage hues looked the man over once, twice, before returning to the spider that lay before them within the pit. Its previously clean furs becoming stained with a crimson gloss. “It is a beauty? Is it not? Funny, how the island rewards such small acts, in such large ways.” Wind chimes rang out as wings fluttered slowly, carried out as gentle, hushed whispers around them.

It was true however. The reward was far more than she had expected to come from her spear pit. A meal fit for a Queen. One that would very well last her and Chrysanthemum for nearly an entire month, should they be able to prevent it from spoiling too quickly. To carry it back to her abode would take hours at the very best, not counting the time it would take to portion it all out, finding cloth to prevent her spider-webbed clothing from becoming stained in the process. Such a hassle, and yet, she would gladly torture herself with it, several times over.

His inquiry forced a breath to hitch in her throat. Had he been waiting for her to arrive? Had he seen her setting up the spear pit, seeing it as a chance to get away with a free meal? the very thought of someone trying to con her, made a pit form in her gut, sinking what felt like well beyond the soil beneath them.What she should do with the prize, was none of his concern, for its exoskeleton was for her to mend and fold into whatever she so desired. The meat beyond its hard shell that went unused, gifted back to the island for other scavengers to feast off of.

 “Darach, if I may? As much as I do love your company, and believe me, I do, there is no shaking the feeling of something being rather amiss. What, darling, divine intelligence, sent you to watch over a woman in the woods? Or are we taking on new hobbies? There are surely better places to seek out a show, no?” Canines peeked out from behind peach lips as a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of her hairpin curves.

A mutter under his breath " crazy old bitch...."

TW: BODY HORROR, VIOLENCE, ANIMAL VIOLENCE/DEATH

Delicate hands cradled a fresh skull, a prize from her most recent hunt. Her chest heaved, rising and falling in tune with her rapid, heavy breaths.

Black beady eyes reflected the predatory smile that had made its home upon Carrion's features. All six of her canines staring back at her, with an air of pride surrounding the small folk. Warmth dripped down her face as crimson trails decorated fair skin, painting itself upon her canvas. Like leaves being blanketed with golden rays, Carrion's eyes glimmered, in awe of her prize. A rare moment where, if one could look past all of the blood upon her features, she looked genuinely happy. Her tongue flicked out, running across her swollen lower lip. A familiar metallic taste danced on the tip of her tongue, a bemused chuckle escaping from her. How curious. She had tried so hard to prevent such a mess from happening, and yet her cobweb shirt and skirt had been stained, given a new pattern against her will. Who knows how much blood was lost, now seeping in to the soil of the island. It wasn't all puddled together in her typical fashion, but it would have to do. The body would provide a fair amount, though it might not be enough to wash her more than twice, given how much was lost. The idea of the crimson warmth running down her figure was an intoxicating fantasy, hair falling wildly as she washes away the filth that stains her being from the giants. Their stench, a horrendous thing. Slim digits had reached out, petting the rabbits head and running across its ears. "Thank you, gentle one. For your sacrifice." A whisper, as though she was consoling someone who had just lost a loved one. True appreciation for the life given to sustain hers.

Within the reflection of the creatures eyes, Carrion spotted one of the giants. A swell of fear greeted her, tightening in her throat as she attempted to discern whether or not it was a pirate, or a lost boy. Bloodied digits wrapped around the hilt of a wolfs incisor she had been using as a dagger. Tightening her grip upon the threaded hilt, she stole a glance over her shoulder, a familiar face. It must have been her lucky day. For she could get him to carry the heavier nature of the creatures body back to the graveyard for her. If he behaved himself, perhaps she would even reward him for his efforts. Perhaps, though most likely not. He was but a thrall to the island, and what did he truly do to stay within the islands good graces? How many gallons of blood must she have watered the ground beneath their feet with over the course of her many, long, delightful years here? Even if he did not readily offer his help, she would secure her position over him. The minds of giants were always so fragile. They scream to the winds, begging for help, for someone, ANYONE to save them, and yet they never dare to try and save themselves. A funny thing that. What it must feel like to rely on others to fight your battles for you. Knowing that your mind is being taken over, and yet they still call for help as though someone else could rid them of the parasite whispering within their ears as it takes over.

"Bandit, child. Your timing is grand. I require you." That twisted smile lingered on her lips as she gingerly set the skull down. Taking to the air, she pointed towards the prize of her hunt. "You shall carry this for me, I would hate to have to make numerous trips to salvage this. Would take me half the day." His help would prevent her from many hours wasted away in the open. Instead of sectioning pieces where anything that might catch the sweet scent, could come running, she could do so from the safety of her own home, where she could keep an eye on her dearest Chrysanthemum. Such a sizeable haul would last her throughout the next month or so, and her dear Chrysanthemum would have nothing to worry about for such a long time. She needed to expand her dearests palate, and this would surely be a wonderful start. Carrion turned her attention from the Bandit child, towards her prize and began her descent to retrieve the skull. What she had not expected, was to hear the Bandit murmur beneath his breath. Whispered words that gave her pause. A fine line forming upon her lips, brows furrowing together as the she hovered in place.

"Crazy old bitch." Bandits own voice greeted them, distorted as though he was gasping for air between words. It bounced around them, filling the air. Crazy was not something Carrion was unfamiliar with, so many of her own kind had called her crazy, demented, a monster, when they discovered what she was doing to those who had perished in the colony due to the cold. When they had exiled her from the very colony she had built up and made safe for them all. The ungrateful wretches. It was the last two words that truly fanned the flame within her that had been dying out after her hunt. Old. Centuries meant nothing to her, as she had lived a good life, and a very short one considering the time span of her people. Were wrinkles massacring her features? Crows feet upon her eyes that gave her an unappealing visage? Even now, adorned in blood splatters that pooled in her collarbones and spilled over, she believed herself to be able to make a grown man swoon, human or of her own kind. But Bandit was no man, he was but a child. Foolish- idiotic and delusional in his view of the world. A giant who refuses to see the beauty in the world, the world that will outlive him ten times over. Such mindless accusations must not go unpunished, such a hypocritical remark from a gangling creature. Arms far too long for their being, as though they had been pulled and stretched. Giants were one of the most unsightly things she ever had the displeasure of turning her gaze upon. No means of hiding, from those which hunt them, and for creatures that seem to call themselves the 'apex predators' they were so very low on the food chain. It was a miracle the island hadn't sucked these disgusting creatures up, chewing them up and spitting out their bones. The only way they could ever seem even slightly appealing, would be if their heads were left to rot away on sticks, jutting out of the ground.

"Bitch." The Bandit child's voice rang out again. Yelling the word with raw anger. Vicious. The word burned, searing the smallfolk's insides. Ribs aching as though an animal were pushing against the cage to escape. To sink its teeth into the child's shoulder and hear him truly scream out in pain. Watching his eyes fill with terror as he witnessed his own body fall to pieces right before him. There was but a brief moment where Carrion turned to look at the boy. The forest surrounding them shifted as she turned, the trees forming a large circle around the two. Such a FOUL word to throw around. To direct at HER. A pitiful lost child, expendable in every way, daring to insult her. To turn up his nose at the gifts she presented him. The ability to be in her presence, the fact she had caused him no serious harm, no missing appendages. She even allowed the fool to hold conversation with her, and what does he do? Insult her three separate ways all at once. For it was brave of him to even whisper the words, but bravery only ever led idiotic children to their dooms. Within but a moment of the forest blocking out the sun above them, Carrion made her escape to the shadows.

"Ungrateful. You selfish fool. How much will you test my patience?" Her words were sharp, harsh. The smallfolk watched the Bandit, her hands forming tight fists that shook ever so slightly. A fire burned within her that was threatening to burn her alive, raging against her insides until nothing but charred wood remained. He would not simply walk away from this, from her. A child must learn their lesson when they step out of line. To insult her pride is to truly forfeit your life. Through the trees, a wind began to kick up. Branches groaning in pain as they bent, some snapping and crashing to the ground near the Lost Boy. "You have lied to me, how many times? How many more will you risk leaving your life to chance? To the mercy of MY good graces?" The words swirled, circling him. A wolf hunting its prey, stalking, planning. At the Bandit child's feet, the body of Carrion's hunt, twitched. The rabbits feet kicking as it adjusted to it's new found center of balance. "I should flay you for your insolence. Leave your body for the birds to pick apart and feast upon." Carrion boomed. The warmth upon her lips tingled, a desperate, silent call for fresh warmth. Sage hues eyed the bare skin of the Lost Boy. Chops salivating at the idea of a meal, the flesh of a giant. Something she only ever got in small doses to ensure none of the Lost Boys would catch on. Oh how hungry she was. Hunger mixed with anger, it left her electrified. Such an invigorating sensation. The thrill of the hunt, a cat playing with a cornered mouse. The rabbits body charged towards Bandit's feet, and at the same time, Carrion swooped down. Her teeth made sweet contact with the skin of his neck. Sinking into the soft flesh, and with a feral rip, a small piece tore away. No sooner than she had come, was she retreating back to the shadows. It was warm, and the smell that enveloped her was intoxicating. Blindingly so.

The trees moaned in agony as the wind grew stronger. An invisible howling accompanying the mischievous laughter that passed through Carrion's lips. How long it has been since she was able to rip the flesh of a giant straight from the source. To feel the warmth rush to the surface of new wounds, lingering on her lips as she moved away. The rabbits feet kicked against the ground as it circled Bandit. The still, detached head watched him. Beady black eyes focused on his figure as though it was staring straight through him. A loud thump that served as a distraction for Carrion to rush the boy again. Sharpened nails caught his bare arm, piercing the skin. "The only crazy thing here-" She cooed, her claws ripping upwards. Her nails were far from clean and smooth, instead they were jagged and pointed in an intricate pattern. Like razor wire being dragged across the flesh. The fresh scent of metal was overwhelming for the smallfolk. It left her desperate for more. It left her mouth salivating, she wanted more. That sweet, indescribable flavor on her tongue. "-are those who believe it is survival of the fittest, instead of survival of the worst." Shrill giggles filled the Lost Boys ears, the winds high pitched whine taunting him. No matter how long she stayed here and tormented the child, it would never be enough to satisfy her, for he would draw his last breath before she felt as though her pride had been honored. "What if I buried that dagger of yours beneath your flesh? Would your ribs protect it so? Would you writhe in agony as it destroyed you from the inside out?" The idea of her crude sewing being the only thing that protects him from his insides spilling out, was enough to send a shiver of pure ecstasy down her back.

A vine slowly crawled up the Bandit's leg, wrapping around his ankle. Carrion had gotten so caught up in the idea of keeping her little game going, that she allowed her personal glamour spell to fade away. The untamed, mess of black curls, returned to their natural state of gold. An appearance she hadn't allowed others to see since she had been exiled from her own colony, but the power would be better used to keep the Lost Boy, a withering wild force, prisoner in her game. Another quick dive, canines meeting the tougher flesh of his elbow. For a sizable chunk had gotten pierced from her bite, and as she ripped her head, thrashing like a wild dog, the blood slinging 'round, his skin ripped. Chewy, fatty bits dangled from her mouth as she flew away. "So is that what you believe me to be? Crazy? Oh Bandit you have seen nothing of the sort. I can be most creative. Perhaps I should see if I could get the wolves to come to us? They could lend me their teeth and create a glove for you. One where every time you flinch, or squirm, they tighten their grip and allow you to be in charge of your own fate. Oh I wonder what kind of scars you would earn?" Carrion's voice bounced, distorted and low. A mutilated echo of her normal tone.

The rabbits body fell limp once more as Carrion released her hold over it, turning her attention to something . . . bigger. "Bandits must have a sharp tongue, though you are more likely to meet a sharpened edge upon yours." The sensation of fingers creeping up from beneath the Bandits skin, tapping against the underneath of his skull. Sharpened nails tap tap tapping away, touching the back of his eyes. Demented laughter rang out, like a voice that speaks only within your own head. "Do remember, that you will not always be the one in charge of this vessel." Carrion's words were but a soft whisper within his mind. Her fingers could be felt beneath his skin as she fought her way in. Threatening to take a hold of his form. Fingers pressing along the underneath of his arms as they trailed down to his fingertips. A new host getting used to its skin. "One day, it might just be me." The words were sickeningly sweet as Carrion allowed a soft laugh to escape her. Moments passed as she felt her way around his skin, a potential coat for her. Within a moment, she released him. The trees returned to normal, sunlight dancing upon the ground once more. Golden rays casting a light on the Lost Boy, and the small folk who fluttered before him, ever out of arms reach. Outstretching her arms towards the Lost boy, a feigned hurt pout dancing across her lips, Carrion tilted her head to the side.

"Now, what is it you shall call me? Was it, bitch?"

❝ Do you want to play a game? ❞

TW: BODY HORROR, EYE HORROR.

A game. Now there was a fun thought to cure this illness of boredom that had been clinging to the small folk like a second skin all day. A brow arched as sage hues narrowed in on the Darling girl. "What have you in mind?" Surely their ideas of a 'game' were fairly different.

Carrion wanted to hear screams ringing out in the forest, as if a tormented Lost Boy or Pirate was being used like wind chimes. To bite at their eyelids until the stinging sensation of the wind was unavoidable, forced to watch with terror as the smallfolk carved in to their flesh, using a wide variety of tools to enhance the experience. For her, at least. To feel how their bodies would vibrate from the rapid beating of their heart within their ribs. The very thought had sent goosebumps cascading over her body. Wings flapped in uncontrolled delight at the idea.

Though, the rush of adrenaline that had been building within her own chest was silenced as Carrion remembered one important thing. The Darling girl. Not quite as frail and gentle as she once had been upon her first visit, and yet . . .not curious enough to explore such . . unique interests. Did she not wish to see how muscles pulled and twitched? No. Not Wendy. Not the Mother. The poor thing could barely swing a dagger or punch without the smallfolk fearing over the girl breaking her wrist. What must that giant brain of hers consider to be a 'fun game'. Collecting seashells and painting them with smashed berries? It wasn't an idea that Carrion was all too fond of, but, if the Darling girl wanted to be entertained, then Carrion would step up. A jester, putting on an act to keep the King happy. To keep Peter happy, and if that meant keeping Wendy happy, well, long live the Queen.

"I can think of some places where flowers bloom rather lovingly, should you wish to use them in a craft. A girl such as yourself must want to get a break from all of those . . . reckless, boys?" If there was anything Carrion had learned from her travels, it was how to put on a facade. The words were softened as they rolled off of her tongue, a false smile adorning her lips as she moved closer to the Darling girl. "Tell me, what would you like to do today? I will do what I can, to see that you have a rest today."

misc. angst & hurt/comfort starters: volume ii

a miscellaneous collection of angst & hurt/comfort starters sentences! feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc. as you like! content warnings: conflict, swearing

❝ it's not too late to ask for help, is it? ❞

❝ it's never too late to change. you can do it. ❞

❝ is this it? after everything we've been through together? ❞

❝ if i could wish for anything: i'd wish to go back and fix everything for you. ❞

❝ i'll do whatever i have to to make amends. i want to get it right this time. ❞

❝ i just... i wanted you to be proud of me. is that too much to ask for? ❞

❝ just once, i'd like something to work out for us. ❞

❝ please, please let me be wrong about this. ❞

❝ if anything happened to you... i don't know what i'd do. ❞

❝ no matter what stupid, fucked up shit you get into- i'll always bail you out. you're welcome. ❞

❝ this is too much. you're too much. ❞

❝ it's supposed to get better, right? but when? when does that happen? ❞

❝ i'm trying really, really hard to be patient with you right now. ❞

❝ i've never had my patience tested quite the way you test it. ❞

❝ y'know: pushing boundaries isn't always a good thing. ❞

❝ well, here we are. this is it. are you happy now? ❞

❝ are you satisfied with how much you fucked everything up this time? ❞

❝ i know i probably shouldn't forgive you. but i'm going to. ❞

❝ i never meant for it to end like this. ❞

❝ if i could give you everything, i would. ❞

❝ it’s too fucking late for that now! ❞

❝ your shit’s by the door, get out. ❞

❝ just like that, huh? it really meant that little to you? ❞

❝ i don’t want to see you again. ❞

❝ if i ever see them/you again, it’ll be too soon. ❞

yeah, i’m a b a s t a r d. tell me something i d o n t know.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. 🐍

quotes from the first book of carissa broadbent's crown of nyaxia series . might be spoilery but i didn't include names . tw for cursing , death , suggestive content . for all your vampire , enemy ( to lovers ) & reluctant allies dynamics . * feel free to change roles , pronouns .

𝙸. 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺.

" don't look away. " " this place is a fucking disaster. " " never guessed you were pretty under all of that. " " i take no criticism from a drowned rat like you. " " which reminds me, i have something for you. " " made me think of you. " " it's a good color for you. " " youth is wasted on the young. beauty, too. " " you're sweet. prickly, but sweet. in an acidic sort of way. like a pineapple. " " i'm tired. tired of being afraid. " " crazy old bitch. " " don't drink yourself to death. " " you're dead here. try again. "

𝙸𝙸. 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you are prey in a world of predators. " " may the Mother guide you. " " i was trying to save your life. " " i'm not a fool. " " are you deaf, or just stupid? " " you're unfriendly. " " ally with me. " " top of the eastern tower. if you change your mind. " " you'll be easy to kill later. "

𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" a gift from a goddess. " " i have a gift for you. " " you're a demanding little thing, aren't you? " " becasue i'm nice and pretty. " " OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR. " " remember right now exactly how lucky you are. " " i feel sorry for her. " " that was a foolish decision. " " i taught you better. " " i would have been there, if i could. " " keep those teeth ready, little serpent. " " watch their back, but don't let them see yours. " " use him. but never allow him to use you. " " what in the seven fucking hells is wrong with you? " " we can't cooporate if you won't let me get close to you. " " i won't even dignify that with a response. " " you're working against me, not with me. " " you are afraid of me. " " i'm not going to hurt you. how close do i have to get without splitting you open to make you believe that? " " i don't know how i ever thought this was gonna work. " " don't let them take her. "

𝙸𝚅. 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you're many things. but a good actress is not one of them. " " we're losing moonlight. " " don't you worry about me. " " get the fuck away from her. " " i'll be back. don't burn to death. " " i called and called but he wouldn't answer. " " we're surrounded by those who would like to see us dead. " " don't forget those teeth of yours. you will need them. " " daughter of the moon. welcome. " " i'm sorry for what i'm about to do to you. " " i'm glad your bedside manner is about as delicate as i would have expected. " " too late for that. you're stuck with me. " " did you miss me? " " i'm coming for you. " " you worried me. i should have known better. "

𝚅. 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" return to the church at sundown. " " you were fucking magnificent. " " something bothers you. " " a dance? " " one more dance. " " give me one honest thing. " " are you going to kill me? " " you might destroy me anyway. " " that wasn't how i'd imagined making you come for the first time. " " you seem to be good at winning the hearts of ill-tempered creatures. " " we have enough if we ration. " " it finally happened. you've lost your mind. " " after everything, you're still afraid of me? " " i'm not a fucking animal. " " didn't think i'd see you again. " " you said it yourself. you don't have a choice. " " you can still say no. " " don't do anything stupid. " " we need to run right now. "

𝚅𝙸. 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

" you look them in the eye. " " i gave you everything. i made you all that you are. " " don't look at me that way. " " kiss me. " " we'll probably die tomorrow. " " show me something worth living for. " " i've done a lot of thinking about you. " " i would beg, for you, i would. " " you have fucking destroyed me. " " there she is. " " give me a fair fight and i'll give you a fair death. " " i'm glad it was you. " " end it. " " i know what it is to lose half of one's soul. " " so many mistakes in the end. never you. " " you're safe. "

𝚅𝙸𝙸. 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.

" i was ready to let it all go for you. " " that is the stupidest plan i have ever heard. " " we will find the answers. " " everything looks so much more peaceful now, doesn't it? " " power is a bloody business. " " and there is no one i would rather have beside me. " " i give you my body. i give you my blood. i give you my soul. " " i'd like to be alone. " " you look like shit. " " better this than dead. " " what's the plan? " " you can find me when you need me. "

"You wanted to come here and be ώɨℓď.

ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss what you have become.

MURDERER.

Liar.

L҉O҉S҉T҉ ҉B҉O҉Y҉."

- Carrion (@crimsonbathed )

“ you think i wanted to hurt anybody? i didn’t get a choice in this, did i? ” (nah fam, you and carrion are more alike than you think. Can I get a "sure, jan" up in here???)

TW: Body horror mentions

Laughter. It swirled around the young boy, filling his mind as though it was no more than a voice residing in his own head. Carrion fluttered about, never staying in one space for too long, lest he caught a good look at her. "Do you expect me to believe you?" She hummed, the honeyed tone that dripped off of her words insinuated that she thought otherwise. His words were a lie. Disgusting and bitter in the air as it hung between them. Branches swayed, as though the trees themselves were shaking with laughter. No matter where the Bandit looked, Carrion was one step ahead. Bending the appearance of their location, he was trapped within a ring of thick trees that reached towards the sky, blocking out a vast amount of sunlight. "Foolish Bandit, child. I should peel your skin back and see how far within the flesh I can crawl before you collapse for daring to lie! Such a filthy habit."

Illusions were such a joy to use against the giants. Far too many were foolish enough to actually use those large brains of theirs, such beautiful muscle going to waste within the unworthy beings. Twas a simple game. To hear how hearts increased rapidly, was encouraging. How fast could she cause the tempo to go? Would it beat until it burst? Till pathetic bodies hit the ground, offering veins for trimming, and flesh for meals. Pale green hues narrowed on the Bandit child from the perch she had made in a tree behind him. What shade of blue were his veins? Deep cerulean that rivaled the seas? Arctic depths that would shake her to the core, perhaps?

"You've no right to lie to me, child. For I can see more than you will ever know. Tell me, do you not adore the way your heart swells with pride from the sight of those tattered rags you call clothing? Stripped off of the bodies of those whom you struck down?" A cackle. Shrill with delight as it bounced off of the trees. Carrion moved closer to the boy. Until now, her voice had been everywhere as though she was standing on both sides of him, while she was nowhere near. But now, a voice, with a singular point of origin whispered within the Bandit's left ear. A pirate they had slaughtered, one Carrion remembered vaguely, but that voice, it's disgusting accent and annunciation was impossible to forget. "You wanted to come here and be wild, witness what you have become. Murderer. Liar. Lost Boy." A cacophony of laughter rang out in the woods, surrounding the boy on all sides, until just as suddenly as it had started- silence. The area returned to normal, and Carrion, was nowhere to be seen.

i like being out in the forests. it’s peaceful.

"Peaceful? Here I thought your idea of peaceful was the sounds those children you surround yourself with, create." A playful jest, softened jab directed towards the Lost Boys who unwittingly provided Carrion with meals. Carrion sat atop a rather large rock near a small creek. Peter was right however. The forest provided a certain sense of comfort, of protection, or perhaps it was Pan's all seeing eye that kept her from looking thrice over her shoulders with each step. Neverland was unlike anything she had ever encountered though. Throughout her years of traveling the coast, and the little venture she made towards the inland, Carrion had never seen such a mixture of foliage coexisting in such harmony. A beautiful rainforest that is interlaced with the coniferous trees, she herself had grown so used to. The Other Place could never hold a candle to the beauty Neverland offered. That Peter coveted, allowing only the few hand picked giants, and mythical folk to indulge in. A secret the lot of them shared, seemingly the only thing that would connect any of them to each other. For if it wasn't for Pan, Carrion would make hasty work of the Lost Boys, making homes within the ribs of plump ones, until their bones are bare and can be repurposed to build her own beautiful shelter out of their remains. Not to mention how delicious their fear would taste once it had seeped deep within their skin as she chased. Hunting. Surrounding and trapping her prey without so much as a shred of mercy. The tears would only make it all the better.

Still, Neverland had become her home, one that she was not keen on the idea of losing any time soon. "Have you been to many forests in The Other Place, Pan? I wouldn't mind if you spun a yarn, regaling tales of your adventures in such places. Or, perhaps if you have heard any juicy gossip from the birds!" There were very few times when Carrion offered a true smile. One that didn't mask malice and murderous intent. But upon her features was one such a smile. Peter was a rare few who didn't find their way upon her menu, for she owed him, and her word had been given that she would take care of the island as it took care of her. Carrion was not capable of going against her word, for it was quite literally, not in her blood. Her being would not allow such treachery to fill her.

𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝖇𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖚🖤🍷

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cr. artists of photos

Show no mercy                      Show no love No saving me                   You’re out for blood                                                       Cuz you’re a cannibal Fight like hell                     You won’t let go You leave me naked                             In my bones

“What was that- that you just did? What did you do that for?”

Ruby lips twisted up in a wicked smirk. "What ever do you mean? Just now?" Carrion mused with socratic irony, desperate to hear the Darling girl ask about how the path before them had changed with just a blink of the eye. It was fun to play with Wendy, to see just how much she was truly paying attention. Nothing more than just minor illusions of course, Pan had made himself clear as crystal when it came to what wasn't acceptable in regards to the Darling girl. To anger the god and island that protected her, was a foolish decision that she aimed to avoid making when possible. Carrion's gaze lazily dragged across the ground before them. Something with a gorgeous ivory color, mixed with flecks of brown and burnt orange caught her attention. "If you must know, I JUST spotted a beautiful spine, simply laying out. How very peculiar." She mused, making her way towards the piece in question in order to inspect it. Stealing a glance back at the young woman caused a wave of amusement to ripple throughout the small folks body. The look upon Wendy's features told Carrion all that she needed to know. "Twas that not the answer you wished for? For it was what you asked. Truly, you must be more careful with your wording. So hard for people to say what they mean."

Slim digits picked up one of the fragmented facet joints. "They look like butterfly wings, don't they?" Sage hues narrowed as Carrion drank in the state of the bone, small holes bore in to the surface, weakening its structure. They could prove useful yet. Playing the role of an oblivious fool was one that Carrion had grown far too used to back when she wandered the Other Place. Moving from colony to sad little colony. A weakened traveler who meant no harm to those who allowed her to stay. Which she honored. No harm came to the small folk who allowed her to stay within their home. The rest of the colony? Well, that was a different story. "Tell me, do you not enjoy such fun things? I thought that giants liked to solve puzzles and such? Don't you wish to see if you can navigate this little trick all your own?" An unnatural amount of canines peeked out from beneath the woman's lips as they curled up in a challenging grin. "Different perspectives are all you need, surely Pan has taught you how to survive on your own? Keeping your nose to the ground will only help you so much."