Cross Post: ELFebruary 2019, Fic 3: Insanity

His twin brother once told Veloldion that insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Sometimes, like this, when he was hiding under some human child’s bed with an iron cross wrapped to safety with rubber bands in one hand and an antique lady’s garter pistol in the other, he thought his brother might have a point. To be fair to himself, Veloldion did try to improvise and change for every one of his cons. To be even fairer he couldn’t exactly change. He had been born a double-crossing son of a bitch. It was in his nature. Like a scorpion. Scorpions had to sting. Veloldion had to live.

And really, people who thought otherwise just had themselves to blame. It wasn’t like it was personal. He actually liked Shrimscraw, he was pretty decent as troll-giant half-breed tough guys went. Deep believer in the rule of puff, puff, pass so he shared well and had a good loopy sense of humor.

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