Mad Sweeney (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
onlythebranch) wrote2020-08-03 03:40 pm
onlythebranch) wrote2020-08-03 03:40 pm
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[august]
Never in all of his very long life did Mad Sweeney figure himself for this sort of shit, the friendship he's cultivated with a girl from a fairy tale, but now that he has he can't imagine it being any other way. Even now, after everything, his memories can be fickle and turbulent, but if there's one thing he knows for certain -- besides his love of violence -- it's that his very being will always be connected to the sun. It only makes sense that he and Rapunzel have the connection they do, even if they look utterly absurd from the outside.
And absurd they are. Especially on a day like today. Sweeney's eye is blackened from a recent fight and there's a cut on his lip he keeps probing with his tongue. He's not hungover, but he looks as if he could be, or maybe that he'd spent the entire night sleeping on the bench where he's currently seated, his arms resting along the back, his legs spread out in front of him. He's a big man and he takes up a great deal of space.
And this morning, looking as he does, he's waiting for Rapunzel.
There are few things in the world he could care less about than the opinions of the people who live in this place. He's got the folks who matter, the rest can go fuck themselves, and when they glance his way, whispering at the state of him, he just bares his teeth in a deranged grin that tends to send them all scurrying away.
Rapunzel won't approve, but she always seems to forgive him. He figures she's got a soft spot for him, just like he has one for her.
And absurd they are. Especially on a day like today. Sweeney's eye is blackened from a recent fight and there's a cut on his lip he keeps probing with his tongue. He's not hungover, but he looks as if he could be, or maybe that he'd spent the entire night sleeping on the bench where he's currently seated, his arms resting along the back, his legs spread out in front of him. He's a big man and he takes up a great deal of space.
And this morning, looking as he does, he's waiting for Rapunzel.
There are few things in the world he could care less about than the opinions of the people who live in this place. He's got the folks who matter, the rest can go fuck themselves, and when they glance his way, whispering at the state of him, he just bares his teeth in a deranged grin that tends to send them all scurrying away.
Rapunzel won't approve, but she always seems to forgive him. He figures she's got a soft spot for him, just like he has one for her.