ALLOW ME.

“If you wish to live, retreat.” He can sense the man’s wavering judgement, but Lukas is firm in his own disposition---small, bland smile transforming his well-chiseled features into the very essence of cold and threatening. It’s usually the unnerving calm that gets to his enemies---and, if it isn’t that, it’s the fact that they can’t penetrate his armor. Bruised knuckles tighten around the rhomphaia, ready to strike.

“That’s the last of them,” he manages hoarsely, palm sinking into the muddy ground as he attempts to stand. Pain colors his visage at the effort, though, and he has no choice but to look to Seliph. “If you could... assist me, I would be grateful---”

incredibly spoiler-free fic update: why is this just a mood

“Of COURSE I am. While some very compelling evidence would have to convince me of the existence of ghosts, it is simply ignorant to assume we are the only ones that exist in this universe.”

                                                                                                       *credit. (x)

“I think we can breathe again,” he finally announces as they round a corner---dark eyes flit to Faye, kind, if not a bit clinical. “Faye, how are you holding up? I couldn’t help but notice you were battling alongside Python earlier...” And, well, he doesn’t need to say it, does he? the man is a lazy shot.