♫Lúcio, Comin' At You!♫

♩  @fluerfanee || from here  ♩

" define fraternizing. " 

cheeky as ever, grin's lux not as bright as it could've, should've, been. exhaustion takes it's toll, as does loss; tax was collected with no regard to the consequences. but then again, they knew it would be. all of them, good and bad alike. the risk was big and the risk was death. at it's lowest, injury. both unpleasant to the extreme, and avoided at most causes.

cold sigh leaves warm lips, the disappointment of the soft order she gave fitting the quietly broken landscape. wind whispers against his ears, whistles sharply against his head, snaps against his face, rudely disturbs his peace. but it’s helpful in reminding him that he doesn’t have all day to stand and study widow.

 " what if i wanna stay here? " with you?

somber eyes fall beyond her, soft and glazed with thought as they recall their situation's gravity. his fading grin falters further upon her gentle touch, hand instinctively squeezing back. lúcio sighs for the second time, head pounding against his skull; a painful reminder that his body had a limit. 

@like-a-phoenyx​

thick dreads sway as lúcio’s head turns towards the noise; welcoming smile finds it’s way to his face, warm and bright. it’s refreshing to see her grinning face, to feel his friend's loving aura, even if it’s only been a few days since their last encounter. 

the gloved hands are friendly as they pat nyx’s back, a laugh bubbling out from his throat as the hug is quickly returned. 

the necklace is taken softly by nimble fingers, eyes softening at the thin chain and glowing pendant. yet another gift unique to the mechanic, and just as special as the rest. it takes him a moment to put it on, fumbling with the clip, but he gets it on eventually.

“ it’s a nice fit, “ the crystal is rotated as lúcio studies it, “ goes great with my outfit. “

@like-a-phoenyx   ♩ continued from here  ♩

chocolate eyes whipped frantically around the battlefield as sweat beaded, horizon cluttered and crammed with motion; bodies of power moving in such a violent dance that could've been beautiful, had it not been for the destruction required to perform. 

rockets whirled forward, seemingly from every direction. a step to the right would’ve prevented you from impact, but put you in another explosive's path. a step to the left prevented death by bombs, but instead by rockets.

Lúcio picked rockets. he expected it to be quicker, and he expected it to be a lot less painful. 

Nyx springing forward to block said projectiles, however, was not. 

once again, Lúcio had to drag her wounded body from sight, and once again Lúcio had to heal her agonizingly slow while waiting for a boost to charge up. there was only so much he could do, and it seemed like every day she got injured fatally. the rusting smell of blood and the sounds of guns wasn't exactly his genre. but, it was a war zone and a fight, both necessary for the greater good, he kept telling himself. 

Broken bones are set in place painfully as gentle as one can, while still done correctly. It's now the dj realizes he's glad was wrong, for rockets didn't kill her on impact. but they were still too close for comfort.

 " you gotta stop doing this, Nyx, " words are soft with sighs, whispered even;  fully aware what it was like to be injured like this,  rookie days on the field etched permanently to his mind. every time someone spoke it was so incredibly loud in your ears; head throbbing like no tomorrow.

@like-a-phoenyx

the gift is taken graciously, calloused hands exploring the foreign object, turning it over and back again. a grin slowly crawls its way to his face, eyes crinkling in amusement at the little gift. 

“ it’s adorable, ” the unoccupied hand reached up to wave back at her retreating form, eyes tearing away from the keychain and to Nyx running away, “ ..thanks. “  

♩ send me ☞  & i’ll generate a random scenario ♩ NOT accepting !  ♩

prompt:  Jughead and Lucio got handcuffed together and lost the key.

sweat drips as hands shake violently against their restrictions; one free and one not. sighs emitted are understatedly exasperated, frustrated, easily and clearly showing the small man’s displeasure at being in such a situation. such, being a very simple one involving two strangers, a pair of handcuffs, and no key. Lúcio’s eyes wandered once again to the male next to him, hands slapping down as he surrendered and slumped backward against the wall. the handcuffs were on too tight to wriggle his hands out, and all efforts to do so would be in vain without that damn key. the one he had no idea where it was. he had no idea where HE was. only that he’d woken up attached to a teen in a homemade hat and a vicious throb in his head. he’s so done, so tired, that he doesn’t even hesitate ( or think, apparently ) to turn his head to the body beside his.

“ you wouldn’t happen to have a key on you, would ya? “ 

sewn, knitted brows directed towards the head of black hair; rhetorical question was expected to go unanswered. 

” no use just sitting here, ya know, “

free hand outstretched awkwardly; body shifting to accommodate for their weird positions,