"Give it a break, you'll hurt yourself." Dave nodded over to Mac, his dull yet beautifully coloured eyes watched him like a hawk. That is if a hawk cared more about seeing a stupid outcome over actually preventing harm. Dave simply just leaned back, his voice still low and damp with no intent of actually stopping Mac. "Stop it."
"Oh, like you want to stay here forever." Mac finally stood up stretching his arms, the bones snapping loudly as they bent past the elbows, his fingers cracking 90°s to the left of right of their middle knuckle joints. Then, they all shifted harshly back into place. "I don't fancy having my ass stuck in a cell waiting for some godly trial that'll never come."
"We don't have much of a choice, do we?" Dave lowly countered as he walked the perimeter of the stone walls that held many golden cracks in them. There was a metal hatch latched and bolted in some glowing and yellow light at the top of the room, the glowing bolts of that hatch being the only light, and right now, Mac was done scheming under it of how to get out.
Being two halves of an entity who unstable and unpredictable didn't leave them on the good side of the gods, which led to that entity being split, resulting in Mac and Dave. Dave, of course, was that order side. The good side. Yang or something. Mac, was by default then, the chaos, the bad. Yin to Yang. While they had no plans (or knowledge of how to) of refusing or binding back into Ascalin, they didn't want to rot down here anyway. Mac, though, seemed to be the only one of them to care about not rotting.
"We would if you helped me." Mac shot back, his sickly pale arms falling to his sides. He was sick of wearing bright green jumpsuits. He was sick of feeling greasy. He was sick of being talked about. It's not even their fault they're here. The gods created everything, even Ascalin, and then split Ascalin instead of destroying him. It's some game to them. Or a joke at the very least.
"Helping won't do anything." Dave finally huffed, sitting down, his long and blonde locks flopped over his shoulders harsher than intended. His skin glowed, literally too, though his face glowed brighter. His eyes were the only thing visible, that bright blue eye that truly reminded Mac of winter water and that dark brown eye that reminded Mac of melted and bitter chocolate. Dave's fluffy hair that curled to the sides like waves somehow always shifted itself to look perfect, the braids at the sides of his face pulled themselves tighter at any little inconvenience.
Then here was Mac. Mac loved his appearance, yes, but he couldn't help but feel judged-on-first-sight by it whenever who stood next to Dave. Sometimes it was fun to look like a slob with his shaggy and shoulder length, navy hair that faded to black. It wasn't really hair, more like an ooze that moved like he was was underwater or in space. He had normal eyes, just simple blue eyes that couldn't stand bright areas or the outside.
"It'll make me feel better." Mac irked an eyebrow up as tipped his chin to the ceiling.
"It'll make me feel useless." Dave rolled his eyes, though focused his gaze on Mac.
"Really? What do you feel like now?" Mac couldn't stop the sarcastic scoff that left his lips. Useless? He was pretty useless right now.
"Annoyed."
"Besides that."
A small sigh left Dave, though it didn't seem entirely like it was a bad sigh. "I feel a little entertained watching you get nowhere."
"Oh? Good to know you're warming up to me." It was progress. They'd known each other for...maybe a week now, and this, as small as it was, was the start of something with potential.
"I didn't think I would at first, not gonna lie." Dave admitted, his voice soft, as if he didn't want to he heard, or that he couldn't believe it. His eyes darted to the hatch, locking their gaze on it, then they fell back on Mac. He didn't say anything after, just simply stared.
"You gotta a plan or something?" Mac walked a few steps closer to Dave, narrowed eyes studying his bright silhouette of a face. The ground rumbled, a slow yet strong rumble, the hatch shook.
Both beings looked up at the latch, watching the glowing bolts squeak for freedom as the ground shook the walls and ceiling.
"Are they fighting?" Mac bent over, taking off his bright and neon green slipper, tossing it at the hatch, though as expected, it didn't do shit. The ground continued it's persistent growl.
"Not sure, and not sure I want to know either. It could be about us." Dave hummed as the slipper fell before them.
"If it's about us, I hope it doesn't get directed to us." Mac tossed his other slipper, again, the slipper did nothing except maybe piss off the hatch. Hopefully it's not sentient.
Mac stepped forward to his scratchy slippers, stuffing one in another. He really pushed his shoulders into making sure the slipper wouldn't easily slide out. Dave spoke up. "What's that for?"
"I'm bored and going to see if I can help the latch lose a bolt, my dear counterpart." Mac spun around, cocking his arm back as he aimed. The slippers flew just as the ground split, the rumbling a cruel and roaring sound as it bled through the cracks of the stone box.
The slippers hit the latch just as the cracks reached it. The latch held steady for a few brave seconds, then gave in, bursting in a fit of golden light and rain that stained both beings trapped in the room.
The golden spray blinded them, ceasing their senses as it over took them.