Do you remember?
He did. Not Gael’s memories, but his own, of a time when he served close to Kasabian. Of the times he’d charged into Salem’s sands, terrorizing the herds there, rather than the anti-social, wounded hermit he’d been a few seasons ago. Psychedelic gave his head a small toss, upsetting his frayed pale forelock and rolled his eyes at how far his situation had fallen. It sat, bitter and ugly in his gut, a reminder of his failures.
But.
Psychedelic’s ear twitched, pointing at the black shadow he stood beside. Despite his outward appearance seemingly uninterested in whatever would be said next, the dun stallion was holding his breath with anticipation.
But we could make it an empire again.
Psychedelic’s yellow eyes flashed mischievously, quickly flicking off the surrounding landscape and sharply back on Gael. Unable to help himself he felt a smile curve the corners of his whiskered lips. He couldn’t have gotten luckier with the individual he decided to approach. Seemingly like minded, and interested in the same goal Psychedelic had for the Lagoon’s future.
Gael admitted his disinterest in making himself boss and Psychedelic could not help but chuckle, far too amused at how well this was working out for them both. What he needed most right now were other brothers in the Lagoon, others who thought like he did, who wanted to sew chaos throughout the islands… and what he didn’t need was anyone else thinking they could do it better than he could.
“Good for me then,” he said, shifting his weight from one side to the other, “I just recently took the Boss spot myself, and I’d hate to see us turn against this budding bromance so quickly.” Psychedelic’s smile grew a little more, side-eyeing his intriguing new companion. He’d said he didn’t want the position of Boss, but what of the General? The Marauder? The Lagoon needed a strong pillar of leadership… it couldn’t just be Psychedelic, after all.
We can make them afraid, brother.
“Music to my ears,” Psychedelic murmured, the words completely content, almost peaceful, despite the violent desire they actually carried.
(ooc: I figure we can end the thread here if you’d like!)
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