You know when you're doing something you probably shouldn't be doing, and thinking about how your mom would be so pissed to find you doing it, and then she walks in on you right then? This kind of feels like that, but worse. Because it's Chobe. And instead of just standing there, of course he's yanking and putting his hand in his mouth.
Esikko is so caught off guard, not just by anyone approaching in the first place, but because it's Chobe, that all he can do at first is look mortified. But there aren't any vines or thorns or grabs of his throat, just irritating comments and a lick that has him losing his held breath in an offended huff. )
Wha...
( He's released, and Esikko quickly stumbles back a step or two, yanking his hand back to his own chest like that will protect it. He's still shocked. He's just here? He just licked his blood? He was going to, like, have an elaborate set up, and maybe prick him with something, but he just...? )
What is your problem?
( Well. Not that he can complain, right now. The blood, as minimal as it is in Chobe's mouth, is an excellent trigger for the spell he was assuming he'd be activating a bit later. It tastes like it smells, blood with chrysanthemum and lavender, and it's cold enough that Chobe might feel it as it goes down. Which... isn't the most natural, now that Esikko snaps his fingers.
To Chobe, it might feel like an icepick in his brain, cold and sharp. Or like thorns slowly growing through it, binding memories, references, and thoughts all related to a certain brother of his. He doubts he'll even notice it in this moment, besides the sensation. )
[He's almost disappointed Esikko doesn't taste worse to be honest. A foul, acrid taste befitting of the worm Chobe perceives him as. Instead, the bitter floral notes are almost nostalgic, familiar. Kinda makes him want to split the guy's gut open to spill more of it, just to see if it'll taste any better if he got a reeeeal fresh lap of it.
But that can come later. He'd been meaning to seek out the prince, eager to gloat and barrage his ears with stories of his beloved brother. He's so mad he couldn't be there to witness his shock upon meeting Toma, though hearing about it second hand was still satisfying enough. Of course the Azas would be catty enough to sit on their bed, gossiping about the weak prince. . .though not for too long, of course. Scrubs like him aren't important enough to waste stray thoughts on, after all.
At least not yet, anyway.
His grin widens, and just before he can retort, Esi snaps his fingers. Chobe isn't surprised by the chill down his throat, having witnessed those icy powers firsthand. Just a unique aftertaste, he figures, one that couldn't kill him no matter how hard the prince tried.
No, what does catch him off guard is the sudden, sharp jab to head, like a nail being hammered in one decisive strike. It's only a brief moment, but the searing pain that radiates through feels as if it lasts days, years, decades longer. Like a deadly frost spreading across a field, freezing all those flowers and crops that had been nurtured and flourished for so long, deep within their core.
The ice may not have reach every point on the field, but it doesn't matter.
Ew. So, guess your blood doesn't mix well with beer. Good to know! Congrats, yer worth less than a cheap drink.
[That smile is back, as if nothing happened. Because nothing did happen, as far as he's aware. Of course. . .this just means he's simply being an asshole for the sheer thrill of it rather than any brotherly attachment. So does he still want to kill Esikko? Yes, definitely, absolutely.
It's just not quite as personal now.
He leans over the prince, flicking his chest.]
Anyway! My problem is there's a little bug scurrying around my quarters. They really gotta do somethin' about pest control, yeah? What's the matter, want a redo of our coffee date?
( ...It's really hard to revel in his accomplishment when Chobe is so disgusting. It's infuriating, actually, that Chobe doesn't even jump to conclusions about what that all might have been. No worries? No caution? No suspicion? Argh, he's so annoying, but this is exactly what Chobe needs to learn, right? That Esikko isn't someone to take lightly.
The flick gets an annoyed click of his tongue, and he reaches up to swat away at the offending hand, frowning. )
You're disgusting and an idiot. I can hardly be surprised that you're struggling so desperately for a date that you'd come to harass me again.
( Patience, he has to remember. Patience. Esikko will be seen as someone who matters one way or another, even if it means acts of cruelty— but it could have been so much worse. He could have erased this permanently. Will they even realize it? That he'd taken a gentle approach, as far as he goes? That he recognizes even the smallest bit of brotherly love and can't erase that permanently in good conscience?
...It doesn't matter, anyway. He finally puts the bandage on his finger for real, shifting to tap at his Watch right after. )
I'm looking for someone, actually. ( He shoves his wrist over for Chobe to take a look at the picture of Toma: wet, annoyed, tipsy-or-more. Esikko's eyes are narrowed in a serious way that says something about this is important, but he's confident enough in his spell. No picture, no clues, no insistence should break this binding. Just time. )
[If nothing else it speaks to Chobe's sheer confidence in himself and his abilities. That attitude didn't come solely from his desire to protect his brother, it seems. Survive, adapt, live. He would have climbed to the top of the pack with or without hauling his brother on his shoulders.
He lets out a snort as Esi slaps him away, and opts to send him just a slight reminder of his place, with just a light shove. . .with a vine. The tip of it digs into a shoulder, not enough to break or pierce skin, but enough to hurt just a bit.]
Aaaah, got me there! Ya see I'm actually a little squeamish. It'd just be too much for my little ol' heart if that icy dick of yours cracked and fell off. Tragic, really.
[A snicker, and his vine retracts. His oh so mature retort out the way, he's about to just brush by him and be off...and then he shoves that damn watch at him.]
Hah? Do I look like the lost and found to you?
[. . .but he gives it a glance anyway, cocking his head. A young man, late teens to early 20s probably, fairly attractive, even by this place's standards. He frowns thinly, thinking it must be another princely snob if Esi of all people is searching for them.]
Ain't seen yer--I don't know, fling? Whatever, I assume you don't have real friends. Don't care either.
. . .
Why the fuck does he look like that, were you at a swamp?
You sure do like to mention my dick. Do you picture it often, or something?
( While the vine makes Esikko visibly tense and uncomfortable, eyes narrowed and focused and all (despite his confident comments), the term fling has him barking out a laugh. It's genuine, for once, the sort of laugh that falls out naturally. Not a single word about his precious brother. It's funny! How could he not laugh? )
He fell in the pool. Just because he's no one important to me doesn't mean I don't have friends, though.
( Satisfied, he pulls his wrist back, stepping back to try and earn more distance between them. He's still worried about those vines coming out at a moment's notice, so. He'll gladly take advantage of Chobe's lack of suspicion— or, more accurately, his lack of worry. )
Friends who I don't intend to send to you, by the way, but happily offered to set you on fire. So keep your... limbs to yourself, won't you?
( Esikko is cautious, right now, but his eyes give away how proud he is of himself for getting this spell through. )
Maybe they'll do when you can only imagine dicks from afar. ( go jack yourself off!!! hmph!! he's not offended at all about icy dick comments!! )
Nah, but I do think it'd be funny if I bit it off some day. Puttin' that on my torture list for whenever I'm in the mood to pay ya back in kind.
[A joke? A threat? A promise?? All three can be true. He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, not the least bit concerned with Esi's actual social life.]
Yeah, yeah, call 'em whatever you want, yer probably using them too, but if anyone's stupid enough to work for trash, that's not my problem. Tell 'em to bring some snacks with that fire, we'll make those little cracker treats modern folks like. The sticky shit.
[That doesn't sound nearly as intimidating when he actually has to think about what s'mores are called. But, he tilts his head, flashing an eerily soft smile.]
Though, if you're too chickenshit to send anyone after me, guess it's a good thing I know to look out for someone with fire power, eh? Thanks for the hint!
I think I'll pay yer friends a visit soon.
[Time to narrow down Esi's friend list! Unfortunately....he's also painted Toma as a target as well, which may delight the prince.]
( Hilariously, he doesn't even think of the juicy possibility of Toma becoming a target. He's too busy worrying, tense and stiff and trying not to make it look obvious.
He used to not care about anyone— but going from that to actually caring makes it really hard to pretend he's unaffected by the threat. Ugh. He whirls on his heels, instead, wanting to leave as soon as he can. Still, over his shoulder, he adds: )
You're intolerable. Find your own playthings, and enjoy your miserable solitude.
[Hm. "Solitude." That word hits a chord, and he can't put a finger on why. Back home, he has plenty of lackeys and admirers, but of course he keeps them at arm's length. Same here, despite growing quite fond a few folks, they will never be his priority.
That's normal isn't it? What a strange insult.
AH WELL at least he pissed Esi off. Chobe is having a good day!!]
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You know when you're doing something you probably shouldn't be doing, and thinking about how your mom would be so pissed to find you doing it, and then she walks in on you right then? This kind of feels like that, but worse. Because it's Chobe. And instead of just standing there, of course he's yanking and putting his hand in his mouth.
Esikko is so caught off guard, not just by anyone approaching in the first place, but because it's Chobe, that all he can do at first is look mortified. But there aren't any vines or thorns or grabs of his throat, just irritating comments and a lick that has him losing his held breath in an offended huff. )
Wha...
( He's released, and Esikko quickly stumbles back a step or two, yanking his hand back to his own chest like that will protect it. He's still shocked. He's just here? He just licked his blood? He was going to, like, have an elaborate set up, and maybe prick him with something, but he just...? )
What is your problem?
( Well. Not that he can complain, right now. The blood, as minimal as it is in Chobe's mouth, is an excellent trigger for the spell he was assuming he'd be activating a bit later. It tastes like it smells, blood with chrysanthemum and lavender, and it's cold enough that Chobe might feel it as it goes down. Which... isn't the most natural, now that Esikko snaps his fingers.
To Chobe, it might feel like an icepick in his brain, cold and sharp. Or like thorns slowly growing through it, binding memories, references, and thoughts all related to a certain brother of his. He doubts he'll even notice it in this moment, besides the sensation. )
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But that can come later. He'd been meaning to seek out the prince, eager to gloat and barrage his ears with stories of his beloved brother. He's so mad he couldn't be there to witness his shock upon meeting Toma, though hearing about it second hand was still satisfying enough. Of course the Azas would be catty enough to sit on their bed, gossiping about the weak prince. . .though not for too long, of course. Scrubs like him aren't important enough to waste stray thoughts on, after all.
At least not yet, anyway.
His grin widens, and just before he can retort, Esi snaps his fingers. Chobe isn't surprised by the chill down his throat, having witnessed those icy powers firsthand. Just a unique aftertaste, he figures, one that couldn't kill him no matter how hard the prince tried.
No, what does catch him off guard is the sudden, sharp jab to head, like a nail being hammered in one decisive strike. It's only a brief moment, but the searing pain that radiates through feels as if it lasts days, years, decades longer. Like a deadly frost spreading across a field, freezing all those flowers and crops that had been nurtured and flourished for so long, deep within their core.
The ice may not have reach every point on the field, but it doesn't matter.
Because then, it all shatters.]
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[Chobe blinks, once, twice, getting his bearings.
And then he burps, class act that he is.]
Ew. So, guess your blood doesn't mix well with beer. Good to know! Congrats, yer worth less than a cheap drink.
[That smile is back, as if nothing happened. Because nothing did happen, as far as he's aware. Of course. . .this just means he's simply being an asshole for the sheer thrill of it rather than any brotherly attachment. So does he still want to kill Esikko? Yes, definitely, absolutely.
It's just not quite as personal now.
He leans over the prince, flicking his chest.]
Anyway! My problem is there's a little bug scurrying around my quarters. They really gotta do somethin' about pest control, yeah? What's the matter, want a redo of our coffee date?
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The flick gets an annoyed click of his tongue, and he reaches up to swat away at the offending hand, frowning. )
You're disgusting and an idiot. I can hardly be surprised that you're struggling so desperately for a date that you'd come to harass me again.
( Patience, he has to remember. Patience. Esikko will be seen as someone who matters one way or another, even if it means acts of cruelty— but it could have been so much worse. He could have erased this permanently. Will they even realize it? That he'd taken a gentle approach, as far as he goes? That he recognizes even the smallest bit of brotherly love and can't erase that permanently in good conscience?
...It doesn't matter, anyway. He finally puts the bandage on his finger for real, shifting to tap at his Watch right after. )
I'm looking for someone, actually. ( He shoves his wrist over for Chobe to take a look at the picture of Toma: wet, annoyed, tipsy-or-more. Esikko's eyes are narrowed in a serious way that says something about this is important, but he's confident enough in his spell. No picture, no clues, no insistence should break this binding. Just time. )
Have you seen him lately?
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He lets out a snort as Esi slaps him away, and opts to send him just a slight reminder of his place, with just a light shove. . .with a vine. The tip of it digs into a shoulder, not enough to break or pierce skin, but enough to hurt just a bit.]
Aaaah, got me there! Ya see I'm actually a little squeamish. It'd just be too much for my little ol' heart if that icy dick of yours cracked and fell off. Tragic, really.
[A snicker, and his vine retracts. His oh so mature retort out the way, he's about to just brush by him and be off...and then he shoves that damn watch at him.]
Hah? Do I look like the lost and found to you?
[. . .but he gives it a glance anyway, cocking his head. A young man, late teens to early 20s probably, fairly attractive, even by this place's standards. He frowns thinly, thinking it must be another princely snob if Esi of all people is searching for them.]
Ain't seen yer--I don't know, fling? Whatever, I assume you don't have real friends. Don't care either.
. . .
Why the fuck does he look like that, were you at a swamp?
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( While the vine makes Esikko visibly tense and uncomfortable, eyes narrowed and focused and all (despite his confident comments), the term fling has him barking out a laugh. It's genuine, for once, the sort of laugh that falls out naturally. Not a single word about his precious brother. It's funny! How could he not laugh? )
He fell in the pool. Just because he's no one important to me doesn't mean I don't have friends, though.
( Satisfied, he pulls his wrist back, stepping back to try and earn more distance between them. He's still worried about those vines coming out at a moment's notice, so. He'll gladly take advantage of Chobe's lack of suspicion— or, more accurately, his lack of worry. )
Friends who I don't intend to send to you, by the way, but happily offered to set you on fire. So keep your... limbs to yourself, won't you?
( Esikko is cautious, right now, but his eyes give away how proud he is of himself for getting this spell through. )
Maybe they'll do when you can only imagine dicks from afar. ( go jack yourself off!!! hmph!! he's not offended at all about icy dick comments!! )
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[A joke? A threat? A promise?? All three can be true. He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, not the least bit concerned with Esi's actual social life.]
Yeah, yeah, call 'em whatever you want, yer probably using them too, but if anyone's stupid enough to work for trash, that's not my problem. Tell 'em to bring some snacks with that fire, we'll make those little cracker treats modern folks like. The sticky shit.
[That doesn't sound nearly as intimidating when he actually has to think about what s'mores are called. But, he tilts his head, flashing an eerily soft smile.]
Though, if you're too chickenshit to send anyone after me, guess it's a good thing I know to look out for someone with fire power, eh? Thanks for the hint!
I think I'll pay yer friends a visit soon.
[Time to narrow down Esi's friend list! Unfortunately....he's also painted Toma as a target as well, which may delight the prince.]
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( Hilariously, he doesn't even think of the juicy possibility of Toma becoming a target. He's too busy worrying, tense and stiff and trying not to make it look obvious.
He used to not care about anyone— but going from that to actually caring makes it really hard to pretend he's unaffected by the threat. Ugh. He whirls on his heels, instead, wanting to leave as soon as he can. Still, over his shoulder, he adds: )
You're intolerable. Find your own playthings, and enjoy your miserable solitude.
( While it lasts. )
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That's normal isn't it? What a strange insult.
AH WELL at least he pissed Esi off. Chobe is having a good day!!]
Always have.
[And time to saunter back to his room.]