A SPARK WITHIN.

“Yes. I see.” She looked around and then back towards the girl. “Well. Change from one state to another, speaking purely in a scientific way, requires a great amount of energy. Maybe we can start smaller.”

“I could… dye your hair?”

         HIS MIND, WHEN IT IS NOT OCCUPIED BY THE EXTANT AND ACTUAL, TURNS INWARD MORBIDLY UPON ITSELF.. Straightaway, Jon, with a vast panorama of mental visuals, thinks the drying-cold to be comparable to the stark white of a corpse. Evening winds gnaw him, and he tugs at the hefty scarf around his neck; tightens it there, and briefly digs his nose into its warmth. Despite this, he still feels as though he’s blistered by black ice—and it, evermore, nibbles his bones.

         He appears to be in a wretched state as he sits on a lonesome park bench (upon second glance, the furrows of his face look to be covered with a short, gray, sordid stubble): his nerves twittering and quivering within. It seems pitiable, his nervous agitation; routinely, he makes involuntary movements with his right thigh, leg bouncing in a spasmodic and uncontrollable manner.

         —and, to add discomfort to distress, even day’s light seems to tremble on the brink of expiring. Jon’s miserable excuse for a torch lingers between his fingers; frequently does he smoke it, furiously, and without at all savoring its richness. Perhaps it’s falsified hope, but, he realizes, as he’s within the beginnings of the evening chill’s teeth, that he can spot the formation of fire-flakes and how they spiral from the cigarette.

         —miniscule and transitory, wraith-like in their descent; death’s fleeting embrace.

         ”There is nothing more jarring than the burning fear found in all hearts of existence: the fear of cessation; of Terminus. I can say, surely, that there is no truer horror than waking life.”

@lightcomplex.

to be blunt,   encountering a man who spouts deep suggestions of the metaphysics isn’t exactly number one on lux’s to-do list.   rather,   despite the brisk weather that covers the air,   she finds today to be the perfect time to take a short little walk.   there’s always a comforting sense of serenity among the forestry   ---   almost nostalgic,   she assumes,   from all of her time hidden among the trees when she needed an escape from her suffocating home.

but she stumbles across a smoker along the benches of the road,   and it causes her to pause;   should she attempt to walk past and outright ignore him   ?   she isn’t exactly looking for company,   and quite candidly,   he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to receive any.

lux doesn’t expect him to speak.   he might have been talking to himself,   mutterings of self-anguish   ---   but lux,   in all of her goody two shoes persona,   can’t quite muster the energy to leave the matter alone.

❛   are   ------   are you alright   ?   ❜   her voice,   though wary,   doesn’t seem to falter.   quite the contrary,   she’s used to approaching strangers in hopes that she can offer some relief.   perhaps that’s selfish of her to assume she can,   but it’s better than standing on the sidelines and doing nothing.   ❛   you just sound   ...   well,   down.   ❜  

followed by even more snickering, and hiccuping giggles. puns are cute only when luxanna is the one saying them.

“  would that be the kind of hotel we’re in right now, luxie. if i lie back and soak my body in enough of the hot waters, maybe i could convince myself of that. join me !  ”

❛   you know we have a job to do here.   ❜

｢ ♫ :: sc!! ｣ @lightcomplex·, i’m not an actor and i don’t do duels.

        There are pros and cons to having a place here to stay.

        The bad thing about it is that being assigned a home means Neku’s in it for the long haul. He has, without hesitation, been presumed a permanent resident, his real home and hometown tossed aside, devoid of meaning. That’s not good at all: the notion that it will be a while before he returns home, even with his current situation, is too worrying to be explained in words.

        The really good thing about it is that he doesn’t need to walk up ten flights of stairs to reach his room. Neku reaches the front door, pulls the handle, walks through—

        And then he realizes another bad thing. Two bad things, really. Awful number two is that he’s got a roommate. Terrible number three is that he’s being held at… stickpoint.

        “Don’t point a stick at me,” Neku starts, and he pauses, and then he bites his lip and adds, “Please.” He doesn’t think a stick could easily kill him, no, but if pins can have powers, a stick unfortunately can, too.

        “I’m supposed to live here. I’d be a shitty robber if I went through the front door, anyways.”

lux isn’t entirely sure what to make of the small apartment.   she has lived in both better and worse,   but the thought of sharing an apartment with a complete stranger is a little   ...   disconcerting,   to say the least.   couldn’t they have cleaned up a bit since they decide to randomly drag strangers to their world   ?   she’s in the middle of her observation,   deep in her thoughts,   when the door suddenly opens with little warning. 

her instinct,   honed from some years of training,   immediately grabs the nearest object to hold threateningly at the intruder   ------  who’s a teenager.   well then,   that makes this really awkward.   especially the object in her hand is the reasonably sturdy stick they’ve so graciously given her.

❛   sorry   !   i’m   ------   i’m sorry.   ❜   lux takes a deep breath to soothe her frayed nerves,   hand pressed to her heart.   she puts the stick down,   feeling more foolish in her defensive attempt than anything else.   ❛   you just   ...   surprised me.   that’s all.   ❜

she eyes the other boy quickly,   wondering why whatever ruling department doesn’t assign living quarters based on gender.   admittedly,   the teenager before her doesn’t really seem dangerous   ---   nor should he when she is twenty-two with plenty of battle experience of seeing far scarier.   but one can never be too cautious with appearances,   and though she’s still a bit hesitant on their current living position,   she decides to put on a happy smile and extend her hand for a shake.

       she catches lux staring at the pool noodle she’s been lugging around, friendly smile on her lips as she pats it ( smacks it really. the wet slapping sound’s just funny to hear ). ❝ what is it, miss lux ? wanna touch it ? ❞ she smacks it again for emphasis and laughs. ❝ it’s definitely not as useful as your tree branch, but it’s funny, right ? ❞ // @lightcomplex·

@lightcomplex

This city was huge, huger than anything you’ve seen. It made Fairglass look like a hamlet. Looking at a map, the myriad designs of grids and subareas confused you to know extent. Then there was the contraption they gave you. Its element very much like a sending stone. So you did what any self respecting adventurer did. 

Holding up the device to your lips you speak concisely 

“Help. Find me a guide. Hello artificer?? ”

lux should really mind her own business,   but she knows how hard it is to adjust to seemingly mundane things here.   smart phones aren’t in existent in her own lands   ------   and runeterra hardly lacks technological developments.   she can only imagine what it’s like for lands that don’t have advancements like that.

meme   ;   closed   //   @vasidra​

❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜ (ya girl over at vasidra because i can’t send asks via my blog u n u)

❛   well,   i think your humor is brightening   !   ❜

lux,   ever the optimist,   is always one to support anyone   ------   from friend to stranger,   her positive nature knows no bounds.   so when the other speaks slightly down of themselves,   she’s quick to speak against it.   certainly,   lux’s humor tends to lean on the   ...   simple side,   but that doesn’t mean she can’t tell humor from none   !

(   or so she claims,   but sometimes,   remarks do fly over her head   ------   )

* ･ﾟ  ˟ ⊰  ⌈ ❀ ⌉   ↝ @lightcomplex· liked for a starter !!

Meeting new people was always a nice time for Aerith she loved being able to talk those around her, she liked that she could ask all these new people on views on flowers etc; clutching onto her basket. She hummed softly as Aerith went up to yet another random person- “excuse me.~!” As gave a small wave, “could I possibly interest you in some flowers?” 

lux has never been one for receiving flowers;   not by her choice,   but surprise,   not many think it’d be acceptable to send bouquets to someone so high in nobility without a justified reason.   gods forbid she receive suitors without her family’s incessant intruding.   and for personal reasons   ?   perish the thought   ------   her family would consider it useless and throw them away.

but they’re not here now,   so perhaps she could indulge in a few.

meme   ;   closed   //   @sunbirthed​

❛ some people don’t know they’re hungry until they eat ❜

it’s a metaphor she hears time and time again.   she supposes it’s supposed to be relieving to hear that:   sometimes you forget to enjoy the simple,   basic things in life.   but reality isn’t so simple for the young mage.   she knows it isn’t meant to be,   but in some aspects,   such a thing is quite terrifying for lux.

you have to worry about the inherent greed of people,   always hungry,   always ravenous for their next meal   ------   attacking the nearest creature,   jaws at their throat,   blood pouring from sunken teeth.   some people know their limits,   or they can limit their inhibitions.   but what of others who desire war and bloodshed   ?   or desire wealth so badly that they’ll stop at nothing to achieve it   ?   carnivores are a part of nature;   those,   a disastrous mix between human and monster,   are more terrifying than that.

❛   ------   then when do you know it’s enough   ?   when do you know you are full   ?   ❜   if she sounds scared,   she’s trying not to be.   she’s mustering every ounce of courage to ask questions she knows khalid doesn’t have the answers to.   but if she can’t voice her thoughts out now,   then when   ?   and to whom   ?   ❛   what if some people are never full   ?   are you supposed to let them eat forever   ?   ❜

she thinks of her homeland.   she thinks of the mageseekers who barge into homes,   dragging innocent civilians by their hair in the best case scenario   ------   she does not dare to imagine the worst scenarios.   even in her memories can she see their vividly stern eyes,   justice barely veiling the depraved heart underneath.   it is terrifying times they live in,   she thinks,   and no longer is she the naive little girl who would turn a blind eye to it.   she wants to help.

but she can’t from here.   all she can do is sigh tenderly,   a half-hearted attempt of a smile at khalid,   and muse cautiously.

@lightcomplex··

     ❝ Take a look at this! ❞ with ears wiggling at the thrill of discovery, Jubei hurries up to Lux after a clumsy fall from the living room couch. Her new friend has been kind enough to invite her to relax at her apartment room … even if C2 wasn’t that far from C4 to begin with. Still, her tail stood as if it were on high alert, the hairs on her neck standing as she waves her cell phone wildly in front of her blonde friend. 

     ❝ According to this … phone news, there seems to be a pattern of citizens disappearing near the east entrance of Terra. ❞ Her lips thin into a flat line, indicative of her penchant for contemplation. How could she not, when everything about this place since their arrival has been bizarre, with the people ( and their enigmatic princess ) trying to bury an uncanny suspicion that is otherwise palpably felt. The fog that is supposingly surrounding these guarded wells seem to serve as a perfect visual representation of their predicament: everything unclear, shrouded in a darkness with no visible opening to cleave through. What worried Jubei more, however, is the strict plight to stay home once curfew hits. What lies past the late hours of the night; what peril awaited them? 

Collapsing onto the floor, her elbows move to rest atop the coffee table, shrugging her shoulders as she continues to scroll curiously through her phone.

     ❝ Maybe it’s not our place … but I can’t help but feel we should go there and see for ourselves. Would that I have my proper weapons with me, I’d already be heading there than sitting here twiddling my thumbs. ❞

lux peeks her head from the kitchen wall to see jubei rushing towards with her phone,   and the tea plate in lux’s hands is carefully placed on the kitchen counter.   she feels a bit guilty inviting jubei over without the consent of her roommate,   but given as she hasn’t   ...   really seen him around,   perhaps he wouldn’t mind   ?   nonetheless,   lux peers at the phone in jubei’s hands,   eyes squinting as she reads the report listed on the screen.

jubei’s contemplation is mirrored by lux,   gaze drifting towards the ceiling as she attempts to recollect her memories of the recent days.   ❛   didn’t the princess warn that people would die if we went there   ?   ❜   she recalls hearing some sort of announcement like that,   and though there’s clearly something afoot regarding the east entrance,   lux knows better than to charge foolishly into the neck of the unknown.   there should be more preparation of what they could encounter there than just a vague notion of danger.