Arecoreteh OC intros! Plus little writing bits with them :D

Instructions

Salis walks down the pavement, the cloak dragging gracefully until he reaches the mess of limbs on the cobble. "What on earth are you doing?" "JUSTCHISH" . . . Salis pauses in confusion. "What?" "FOR GOTHAM" "Who is this, 'gotham'" The teenager gets up, with a bit of a wince, and Salis can see his wings are damaged. "A city, in the batman universe, where, like , a whole bunch of crime is, 'for gotham' is one of the things batman says cause hes epic." "Wha- Eskul, please deal with him." Eskul walks over and crouches down. "What has happened to your wings?" He gently grabbs a bit of it, and examines it before the moth man recoils and straightens his beanie. "Y'know, fireflies 'n stuff." "Fireflies? Where have you come from?" he's already working in his head of what to do to maybe fix this. -----------------THIS ONES A BIT DARKER, PROCEED WITH CAUTION--------------------------------------------------- He swung around the door frame. "Heyyy, Salis, guess wha-...t..." Salis was leanded against the wall weakly, his forehead resting on the back of his forarm, facing the wall. The button. It was right next to him. The end. "Hey, bro, you doin' okay? cause like, I can leave," Dapper walked closer and touched Salis's shoulder, but the prince flinched. "Don't touch me." Monotone. Not necessarily angry though. "Am I in trouble?" Salis was shaking now, but it only showed in the movement of his shoulders. Was he crying or was he laughing? Dapper didn't know, but he knew that something was definitely wrong. So he handled it the only way he knew how. Swag Well, sort of. In an awkward seventeen year old 'swag' way. "Should I grab Eskul? Are you having one o those weird 'I'm going to commit mass genocide of the entirety of Arecoreteh's population' or that sorta thing?" . . . No response. "I've been brushing against this button. . . for so... so long" "Wow, so I need to lock in, okay" "I have been this close, *this close*. To setting it off. To ending it all." His voice was hoarse. From what? "And the worst part? This machinery is centuries old! I don't know if it'd even work! But it's so loud. I hear it. The ticking, the clicking, the suggestions of what could be. Of what could be the glorious ending to it all." "Or, you could, like, live and let live, y'know? you don't have to, like, explode everything." "I could finally end, the history of disgraces, of wars, of tyranny, and just wipe it off the face of the earth. Just wipe it!" He was still hiding his face. A single finger began to creep closer to the button. "Hey, heyhey, hey now, hol' up, gotta stop ya there," Dapper grabbed the hand from the wall, but the prince yanked it back quickly and violently, finally turning to show a mix of desperation and anger, with a weird sense of euphoria. "Bro you good?" A crooked smile. "When have I ever been good. This whole reign, unstable, twitching, has been tossed to my shoulders, and now I have a whole country leaning on some *guy* that has a history! A history of family members diying from falls, from adding new gory decorations to the probably lead wallpaper, to them going insane!" He looks to the ceiling for some sort of answer, and brings a clawed hand to his face, dragging it over a smile. "I swore to myself that I'd be different! That'd I'd save this fallen kingdom! It was too far." His smile falls and Dapper backs up. "Oh frick is this your book-ending villan monolouge? Should I go??should I stay or should I go now? ?"