𝓦𝐀𐍂 ━┄𝑺𖦹N͟G͟ ͟

i’m not going to destroy the world, but i am going to hold it in my hands and squeeze it. i’m going to make it afraid, just like i’ve made you afraid.

⠀ “apparently i’m ’not allowed’ to drink and handle bombs at the same time, per earl. apparently i get ‘unhinged’ and ‘become a danger to myself and others’, whatever that means.” ⠀

⠀ “meh. haven’t decided yet. see how the first round goes.” ⠀

⠀ “just ordered an airstrike on that fuckass island, who wants to watch the fireworks with me?” ⠀

⠀ ❛ Hear hear . ❜ Caleb would raise his glass and take a savoring sip . The colonel would lounge one leg over the other, listening intently with his glass in hand . He wasn’t used to bein’ the smaller guy in a room— but on Pandora, 6’4” is small pickings . ⠀

⠀ her tail whips with irritation and she rolls her eyes at vidonia’s insistence she should enjoy life’s *pleasures. “i enjoy them,” she responds rather flatly, “i simply do not intend to make it a habit doing so with your kind.” ⠀

⠀ the reminder of her *receptiveness earns an exaggerated groan as she rolls over off the branch, landing in a crouch before standing with her head tilted and an unamused look on her face. “consider the vibe ruined. well done.” ⠀

⠀ immediately bringing her tail up — and AWAY. “not today, general. you will not ruin my vibe today.” ⠀

⠀ she is stoned as hell, draped over a branch on her stomach with one arm hanging off it. and she’s *purring. ⠀

⠀ “can i come over and do this.” ⠀