09-25-2018, 11:27 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce was next to arrive, not exactly “late”, but certainly not as early as he would have liked to be- the home was already rather full of the other high positions, and the serval had to pick his way through, finding a place wherever, just separate from the grating voice that was already squawking out a riddle. Could Pierce solve it? Probably, as he’d practically been raised on riddles, both ones invented by Riddlersgame and ones from his books; his brain had been taught to work that way since the age of just five months.
Lately, in Riddler’s sudden absence, he’d found himself tempted to babble out riddles in answer to questions, or just out of the blue. It was impulse now, and a lot of the time, though it was mostly at home, thank god, he’d found himself asking them compulsively. It was almosy frightening, and he tried to avoid it to the best of his ability, as it only reminded him that as much as he tried to act like it, he wasn’t quite normal, and that no matter what he did, Riddlersgame would always follow him, if not in physical form, then within Pierce himself.
Ears pinning back to his head, the Goldenblood tried his best not to listen to Edward’s riddle, instead speaking up as he decided on a place to sit, "Heya, Monroe!" A kind smile adorned freckled features as he settled a bit more into his seat, tail curling around his paws.
"speech"
Pierce was next to arrive, not exactly “late”, but certainly not as early as he would have liked to be- the home was already rather full of the other high positions, and the serval had to pick his way through, finding a place wherever, just separate from the grating voice that was already squawking out a riddle. Could Pierce solve it? Probably, as he’d practically been raised on riddles, both ones invented by Riddlersgame and ones from his books; his brain had been taught to work that way since the age of just five months.
Lately, in Riddler’s sudden absence, he’d found himself tempted to babble out riddles in answer to questions, or just out of the blue. It was impulse now, and a lot of the time, though it was mostly at home, thank god, he’d found himself asking them compulsively. It was almosy frightening, and he tried to avoid it to the best of his ability, as it only reminded him that as much as he tried to act like it, he wasn’t quite normal, and that no matter what he did, Riddlersgame would always follow him, if not in physical form, then within Pierce himself.
Ears pinning back to his head, the Goldenblood tried his best not to listen to Edward’s riddle, instead speaking up as he decided on a place to sit, "Heya, Monroe!" A kind smile adorned freckled features as he settled a bit more into his seat, tail curling around his paws.
"speech"
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