me protect you.

        ❛ kita  ——  ❜  language. words. english. common tongue, she’s slow in her next breath. her words deliberate even if they sound like marbles to her.  ❛  was  this  all  that  was  left?  ❜  //  @redshirtm: sc.

        ❛  trouble   ———   that  way.  ❜  //  @scoffyou: sc.

       ❛  are  you  here  to  bring  me  back?  i’m  not  going.  ❜  //  @overindulges: sc.

       in that moment, leeloo would give anything to hear the tongue she knew. a language she didn’t have to guess, where it was straight forward. where she didn’t have to think about what she said, but those days were gone. the slumber of the dead stripped from her in order to be a battery to the very machines that had wiped out those that’d given their lives to protect her. the prophecy defiled, her body violated in almost every way. the supreme being, fifth element rendered but a powerless weak girl, who has no tongue nor family to speak of. the pods that the humans were stuck in, filled with the inner workings of the mandoshawans she once had called friends, allies, family!! her sorrow is palpable, all consuming, this future was the cost of her failure to save those she held dear.                     never one to suffer openly, the divine being hid herself from the rest of the crew cradled in blankets that might’ve felt like an embrace. her tears are silent as she remembers vividly the events that transpired. the fall, the burning flames that danced on her skin. those screams that haunted her slumber. she thought she went unnoticed, but fate’s new champion had heard her silent as she was. the words, in this state she doesn’t understand what he means really. it takes her minutes to respond. her mind scanning through what she’d picked up in conversations and dictionaries morpheus had been kind enough to let her borrow. she wipes her eyes, but they’re still glassy. there’s a lump in her throat, she didn’t want this. these memories, how they were etched into her matter. there was a rage there too, this was the calm. the rain of a stormfront before a tornado.                                                                             ❛  i  remember.  ❜                     gritted teeth as she moves to sit up, her hands white-knuckling the edge of the bunk, her leg bounces with aggravation. not at neo, not at the crew of the nebuchandezzar, but those machines. this anger, that’s divine too and it’s all consuming.    ❛  i  remember  everything.  ❜                                                         there’s  an  inhale.                                                        a  smirk.                                                                 ❛  i  want  to  go  in,  i  want  them  to  be  afraid.  ❜

       ❛  it’s  not  the  end  of  the  world,  but  it  can  be  seen  from  here.  ❜  //  @demonbecome: sc.

        ❛  i  miss  old  galaxy,  new  one  is  ———  sad.  ❜  //  @hedefects: sc.

    come  get  your  dialogue  based  one  liners  !!

                        there’s a look that can be easily construed for pain on leeloo’s face, weapons have been around since the dawn of time. she, herself, was a weapon created to protect. the difference was she was sentient, that she didn’t like to fight. the concept of bloodshed was a terrible one. she turns to him instead,  ❛  i  like  hands,  guns  too  loud.  ❜