Biting Through Corrosive Blood

And he was Norman Tarver, cynical, selfish and filled with so much hate. Gold Eye was driven, prideful and cold to the world.

He was tired and exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sulk in his room with Silver Eye, despite having nothing left to feel,

God damn was Norman drawn.

Or, dysfunctional!Snake Pit, with tired not-dad Norman, a traumatized Boa and Shu who slowly digs his own grave as he descends deeper into the Snake Pit.

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(In the comfort-or perhaps that was an overstatement-of they're shared room, Red Eye didn't seem to react as he took off the now sweat-covered mask. Shu's eyes were a little glazed, hidden under the shadow of his bangs and he looked far, far away.

He brushed a bit of Shu's ever growing hair out of the way. This seemed to elicit a response as he flinched away briefly, making a noise at the back of his throat. With his eyes revealed, he could see the distrust rooted there. Gold Eye sighed, a bit of Norman bleeding into the tone as he passed Shu a bottle of water. Shu slipped on the mask quietly, ignoring the bottle entirely and Red Eye quickly stood up again.

The green haired kid-Boa looked over with mild fascination, forest green eyes trailing up the boy's face. For someone only a year younger, he was swift to idolize the red eyed boy. Gold Eye too couldn't help but be a little surprised, Red Eye hardly ever took off his mask after all.)