survivalthroughhate: ([Comics 17] Demonic)
(Darth) Maul ([personal profile] survivalthroughhate) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-02-11 09:07 pm

Catch-all for Maul; Love is not the opposite of hate.

Who: [personal profile] survivalthroughhate and you!
What: open & closed threads
When: Catch-all for February and March
Where: All over Trench

Content Warnings: Event warning for March, graphic description of broken nails



All starters in the comments, threads are marked open and closed! Will be adding more as the months goes on!
spiritwalks: (Free to run)

III.

[personal profile] spiritwalks 2022-03-15 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maul's vocals are accompanied by the soft, rhythmic plucking of harp strings as Vyng slowly emerges from the trees. A smaller version of the instrument is cradled in his arms.

But even when Maul's vocals suddenly cut off, he continues playing. Vyng has been on stage enough times to roll with the punches, and some nasty glares are no exception.

"Pick it back up, pick it back up!" he encourages over the gentle chords. "You're doing great."
Edited 2022-03-15 06:05 (UTC)
spiritwalks: (Don't you know you got my eyes)

[personal profile] spiritwalks 2022-03-22 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. We're not doing a thing?" Vyng's strumming slows down, until it awkwardly tapers off into silence. "...I thought we were doing, you know. A thing. My bad."

A few crows caw from overhead, almost like they're laughing at him. But Vyng takes the gaffe in stride. He slowly closes the distance between himself and where Maul is sitting. Quietly, he adds:

"How come you don't sing in front of other people?"
spiritwalks: (And maybe you're just a little bit...)

[personal profile] spiritwalks 2022-03-30 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
The snapped answer doesn't ruffle Vyng's feathers. Instead, he calmly folds his long legs beneath himself and settles down onto the grass next to Maul.

"Your old master would've been an asshole about it, huh," he remarks with a sigh while shifting the harp in his lap to get more comfortable.
catchatting: ([refresher]50080783978_b13a29abb9_o)

III

[personal profile] catchatting 2022-03-15 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
After years of walking and more recently running in various heels, Zari's incredibly light on her feet. She doesn't mean to sneak up on anyone most of the time, but it still happens, especially out in the wilderness where she wears more practical shoes. Well, they're her idea of more practical, so they're still very cute booties with a chunky low heel. She's not about to go outside not looking cute hello.

So when she stumbles on Maul singing, she speaks without otherwise announcing herself. "You've got a pretty nice voice."
catchatting: ([refresher]50081362051_b7cfa70443_o)

[personal profile] catchatting 2022-03-17 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Wow being stuck like this is totally not cool. She tries to use her blood powers to speed up her own movement, but since her movement is nothing, it doesn't work until he releases her and she moves like a blur for a few inches and nearly falls over from the sudden momentum, stumbling but catching her footing again.

"Whoa your reflexes are waaaaaaaay too good."

She looks down, a little self-conscious about the stumble, and brushes imaginary dirt from her skirt before she looks up at him again.

"I didn't know you sing."
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[personal profile] catchatting 2022-03-18 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay. Sure you don't." She doesn't sound convinced, but as pushy as she tends to be, it's not about silly things like that. If he doesn't want to talk about the singing, that's fine.

She huffs out a breath and tries not to smile as she sees him petting Malice. "What are you up to out here?"

There's nothing accusing or particularly probing in her voice. She keeps it purposefully light, because giving him a chance means this is conversation to her, not accusation.