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He held the two bags between his fingers, non moving and patient. It felt almost like feeding a stray, something he couldn’t say that he often did, but here he was, snacks in hand with a burger tucked in his bag in case he really needed to bribe her and gain her trust. The first bag was snatched faster than he blinked; Lux dropped the bag of candy next to his backpack again and returned to gently caressing Butters while the other opened the jerky with delight. Perhaps this was the end of their correspondence for the night but– surprisingly, the girl took occupancy on the swing next to him and began to devour the food like she hasn’t eaten anything other than expired supermarket food for ages. Lux returned her thanks with a soft nod and leaned his head against the chain, keeping quiet and simply watching the faux fur that covered her slip slightly while she grazed on the poor turkey jerky that never stood a chance.  What came out of pocket did surprise him though.  Lux had to lean in slightly to squint against the moonlight, but after a few seconds of inspection he identified the page as possibly from US Weekly– no, definitely from US Weekly given the blurb about how famished and tired he looked. God, what they’d do to paint a cruel picture. Lux gave the blonde a curt nod, though his expression soured at the memory of where the photo was taken. “They love making me look as ugly as possible,” he commented with a small shrug, gently smoothing his thumbs over Butters’ ears and causing the cat to inch closer for more, “I was still in LA back then so it must’ve been a month or two old. Is that how you recognize me? From the picture? I’ve seen you around and stuff, you don’t really talk and if I get close you get really spooked. I’m not scary, I don’t think. Not unless you’re annoying.” Lux paused. “Which you’re not.” He reached into his bag again and pulled out the burger and extending it out towards her. “You got a name?”

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She waited patiently, chewing a little slower on her food as she got sure to catch any kind of microexpression on the boy’s face regarding his picture. There wasn’t a but of happiness on his features as he seemed to study the picture and Alecto kept her eyes bright and green as if waiting for a huge revelation. She didn’t understand much the reason behind his reaction, but again, she didn’t really know him ( or anybody else aside of her mother for that matter ).

His sudden chain of words made her focus on her jerky again until it was done and she cleaned put the magazine page back into her pocket. Alecto had vague memories from her time in LA, but some of them including flashing signs and tv commercials that included the blond boy starring on them. His face was a constant throughout her years in that big city and even when she was dragged into confinement, she had managed to snatch this cutout from a magazine in the doctor’s office mostly because she NEEDED something... ANYTHING that could make her brain remember LA no matter how blurry the times seemed in the facility and Lux’s appearance was striking enough to tie her dying memories to a past life in which she thrived ( in some way ) with her mother.

A little smile managed to show up when he reassured her on not being annoying, thank the gods, one of the few compliments she had gotten from strangers throughout the years. She looked away sheepishly, knowing she hadn’t been too discreet around the male and that she was prone to run away upon eye contact, but tonight... tonight she had promised herself she would be BRAVE. “I am from LA as well”, she muttered, her voice gathering a little more clarity, “y--- your face was everywhere back then”, Alecto remembered. Finding him in Roswell was a rollercoaster of emotions, like an odd game from destiny to knock at her memories and maybe Lux represented some kind of literal light of hope for her. The girl received the hamburger in a less aggressive way than the first bag and the smell of having something fresh in her hands cause her irises to briefly glow with a red shine, just for a couple of seconds as she took the first bite. “Alecto”, she introduced herself before taking another bite and then she made a pause as if a memory had hit again. “Are they chasing you too? Is that why you left LA?”

He’s made a habit of wandering with Butters now; he liked it, the cat seemed to like it (though, to be fair, he was in a bubble backpack when they walked and Lux did most of the physical exertion), and it gave him a proper way to work off his restlessness without resorting to less favorable outlets. Sure, there were plenty of places to visit in this dumpy little town, but Lux has had a source of interest recently– and she arrived, like clockwork, just as he predicted. He first noticed her presence when he was having an infamous lapse in judgement; his argument with his sister pushed him to map out Roswell by sheer determination alone. It was here that he saw her first, cowered near an old tree and looking small enough from afar that he mistook her for a mess of rags and trash. The next meeting was next to some garbage bins, but his mere line of sight seemed to cause her alarm.  He’s learned from that though, and kept his distance as much as she liked her own. With his knees pressed together, he gently rocked the chubby cat on his lap as his heels slowly made the chains holding up the swing creak with strain. Lux’s blue eyes focused on the precious, round face nuzzled against his hoodie but he listened attentively for any movements.  “You know, I got lots of candy from Halloween. I bought way too much and I didn’t get nearly as many visitors as I thought,” He commented lightly, one hand carefully holding his cat while he reached into the bubble backpack for a bag of mixed sweets and another bag of jerky, “And this turkey jerky I got only ‘cause I thought the name was funny. Want a snack?” 

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While she understood his words, she didn’t get the connection, Halloween... candy... visitors. She had only recently learned about Halloween in a certain way; after a couple of stressful hours, she had realized that the word Halloween, costumes and candy were all related; what was the reason to do all of that? no idea at all, but found herself soon hyped up by the bunch of candy accidentally dropped or left back; the sugar rush was pretty high, but also the stomach ache. Green eyes perked up at the smell of meat and even the sugary delight had caused some impression on her.

                                           Ah, but trauma educated her well.

Alecto knew that with prizes usually came requests of an attempt to tame her impulses, so she just took a step forward ---no punishment--- another step ---no punishment---, so she approached slowly with a hand extended sheepishly for the turkey. Her eyes shifted quickly between the boy and the offerings as if waiting any change of demeanor to run away, but no, nothing. Sudden movements were almost eliminated from her unless she was escaping so slowly, she grabbed on the first bag and pulled it close to her chest before opening it and realizing that it was, in fact, meat.     Oh, she wasn’t tricked!    “Thank you”, she spoke in a barely audible tone with raspy voice due the lack of use of her vocal cords. The animal on his lap seemed calm and unpreoccupied, which gave her confidence enough to sit on the swing next to his, because she had harshly learned that sitting on sand would cause a never ending itching.

Alecto opened the jerky and she started devouring with no manners whatsoever on the food and midway, she sunk one of her hands in her pocket and pulled out an old magazine page with the face of the boy on it. “You?”

The full moon was the only source of light in this odd November night as the blonde had approached quietly ---oh, very quietly--- to the playground upon finding the source of his interest ( one that she had been following around town to the point of finding out about his living address, but not brave enough yet to knock at the door ) and she stood near the slide with a large and dirty faux fur coat hanging over her shoulders; she stared at the blonde in some kind of creepy trance as she took in all of his features and upon noticing his bright hair, she reached for her own, but without the proper care it was opaque and of undefinable color ( blame also the odd maroon stains on it ). Not someone of many words, she stayed silent, but present, eyes fixed on the boy and his pet without even blinking.

❛ ☆ › Elle Fanning & she/her / female ‷ watch out , Alecto Dropek has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 21 years old and celebrate their birthday on April 1st . they are from Los Angeles, CA, have lived in roswell for three weeks and are currently unemployed. one thing you should know about them is she is hemophobic ‷

Hello, my friends! This is Lis with what has to be my darkest character here ( which surprise me tbh! I tend to write all of my charas like this ) I will be tagging all corresponding posts but mentions of blood will be recurrent in her story and threads. I will leave her bio down below.

TW for blood, death, pregnancy, child abuse and implied gore (not described)