epic pal friendship time
Mar. 3rd, 2024 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
toki_in_the_cube( Runke Snogge has always been fascinated by Toki Wartooth. Like a five-car pileup on the highway, or a deer twitching and struggling to walk after it's been shot, or the bloody corpse of Pelle Ohlin... Runke is transfixed. He cannot look away.
And that infuriates him.
Runke's origins, despite his wild claims, are so normal that it makes him sick. His mother was sweet and attentive, his father was a music teacher who blew little Runke's mind with smooth jazz tunes, and they lived in a cozy cottage... and yet, and yet.
Runke hated them. He cursed out his mother, he smashed his father's records, he snuck out to shoot up with the older guys he met at the psych ward, he set churches on fire and laughed into the flames. If he was drowning, black metal was the only thing keeping him afloat.
Toki was born with nothing, and yet, Toki had everything. He was commercially successful, he indulged in every whim that crossed his mind, his bandmates would fight through hell just to save him. Despite the occasional fit of rage or melancholy, despite everything, Toki was loving and loved, sweeter than candy.
Runke can't understand that. It pisses him off. And yet, he can't look away.
And so, he closes Drep Dru Selv for the weekend, sends a proactive death threat to the owner, trashes an airport bathroom, curses out a flight attendant, elbows his seatmate in the ribs, listens to his demo tapes at full volume until he's ordered to use headphones, haggles with the car rental agency, and finally, sends a text. )
ams outsides your mordhaus. tells your servants to lets me in.
they ams givings me rude looks.
( Nobody is looking at him. )
And that infuriates him.
Runke's origins, despite his wild claims, are so normal that it makes him sick. His mother was sweet and attentive, his father was a music teacher who blew little Runke's mind with smooth jazz tunes, and they lived in a cozy cottage... and yet, and yet.
Runke hated them. He cursed out his mother, he smashed his father's records, he snuck out to shoot up with the older guys he met at the psych ward, he set churches on fire and laughed into the flames. If he was drowning, black metal was the only thing keeping him afloat.
Toki was born with nothing, and yet, Toki had everything. He was commercially successful, he indulged in every whim that crossed his mind, his bandmates would fight through hell just to save him. Despite the occasional fit of rage or melancholy, despite everything, Toki was loving and loved, sweeter than candy.
Runke can't understand that. It pisses him off. And yet, he can't look away.
And so, he closes Drep Dru Selv for the weekend, sends a proactive death threat to the owner, trashes an airport bathroom, curses out a flight attendant, elbows his seatmate in the ribs, listens to his demo tapes at full volume until he's ordered to use headphones, haggles with the car rental agency, and finally, sends a text. )
ams outsides your mordhaus. tells your servants to lets me in.
they ams givings me rude looks.
( Nobody is looking at him. )
