whumpishprompts:

When A Character…

Is so exhausted they

- blur there words together.

-call people by the wrong names.

-try to walk only to stumble against a wall.

-lean on a doorframe for support.

-deny they’re tired

-fall asleep at a table, desk, floor, someplace that isn’t a bed.

-when nudged immediately reply with “I’m awake I’m fine”.

-are shaking so bad they spill their drink.

-become irritated by every little thing.

-yawn mid sentence.

blur their words together. - Strife

-call people by the wrong names. - definitely Strife

-try to walk only to stumble against a wall. - Death (very discreetly tho. You probably won’t even notice)

-lean on a doorframe for support. - War. Way more prone to knocking various shit over when tired, too

-deny they’re tired - All of them. Exhaustion is the name of the Horseman game, baby

-fall asleep at a table, desk, floor, someplace that isn’t a bed. - War,Strife,Fury

-when nudged immediately reply with “I’m awake I’m fine”. - War,Strife

-are shaking so bad they spill their drink. - can’t pin this one on any of them, to be honest. War might just let some of the beer run down his chin though.

-become irritated by every little thing. - Death, big time. AlsoFury

-yawn mid-sentence. -StrifeandWar

Thoughts?

vocabulary

Strife: Human language is so damn limited. They have their “I love you’s” and their “I like you’s”, but that’s all. There should also be an expression for “I’m horny about you.”

Death: You don’t seem to have any trouble expressing that.

Strife: Yeah, but I don’t want any misunderstandings! There’s always room for improvement in language -

War: I’d like there to be an expression for: “I care about you, but I don’t know how to put this into words”…

Strife: Well, you’ve just put it into words.

War: Huh. True. Still, I’d prefer if those were words that don’t sound so - wordy.

Death: I agree. Like words that convey: “I love you, but I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you. Hence I’m going to pretend that I don’t, and I expect you to play along.”

Fury: You men are hopeless…

more on the same note, bc we’re not done here

Death: So you mean that you’d rather remain dysfunctional?

Strife: What I mean is I’d rather be dysfunctional than boring.

Death: How is that mutually exclusive. One can be well-adjusted and -

Strife: Look at you. Talking “adjusted” as if you knew her! When was the last time you were kind to yourself, Death? When was the last time you -

Death:Strife.

Strife: The most adjusted one among us here is War, and he wouldn’t recognize a metaphor if it roundhouse kicked him in the pie receptacle!

(Camera pans to War)

War: *proudly* I don’t need to recognize a monster’s name to crush it into dust.

Strife: I had a moment in my life when I thought: “You should really pull your shit together.” But then came the realization. If I did - who would I even be? Strife, the Horseman who waters his plants daily? The spirit of Perfectly Organized Toolbox?

Strife: Being loved for who you are feels just so weird. Like…unearned. I’m not used to that.

*smokes wistfully, looks away from the camera*

Strife: I mean, she doesn’t know all of me. She wasn’t there when I was at my ugliest. If she saw what I am - what I REALLY am -

Fury: *barges into the room* Are you doing this confession booth nonsense again? Move your bottom, lazy bones, the human said she needs our help with baking.

Strife: *stands up, flicks the smoke away, leaves the frame with a fleeting smile* So…yeah. Yeah.

You:*busy making pancakes, not turning your face away from the stove* Strife, you’ve been walking in circles in and out of the kitchen for, like, half an hour now. What is going on?

Strife: (caught mid-step) *Comes closer, clasps his hands around your waist and presses face right into the top of your head*

Strife: (his voice muffled) Nothing.

You:Nothing?

Strife: I’m just happy.

You:Then why -?

Strife: It feels…strange. I dunno how to process that.

approaches

Each one of the Nephilim bois approaches crises from a different angle.

If you come back home with your eyes red and your face puffy - War will frown, ask for a name…and then go fetch his humongous sword. You’ll have to snap out of it and redirect all your mental energy into convincing him that not all problems can be massacred with a humongous sword.

Strife will be like: “Oh, baby. Oh, cupcakes. COME HERE THIS INSTANT!” and drown you in a hug.

Deathwill probably sigh soundlessly, stand up from where he was haunching, put his hands on his hips and ask: “Are you solution-oriented about this or are you at the feelings stage?”

It helps to know what can be expected from each one of them though.

Death: *enters room* I have lived a thousand lifetimes. I know the world’s greatest joys and greatest sorrows…

You: *look away from your laptop*

Death:…yet to me both are long lost. I am but a cold hearth, each spark turned into ash inside of me.

You: Awh. Tough day at work, I reckon? Do you wanna fuck?

Death: I’d like to, yes.