OF LIGHT.

    “ i’m not asking you to SLEEP with her,       i just want you to distract her for a little while       so i can raid the food stash without risk of       being interrogated. plus, you like kanaya anyway,       don’t you? “

luminescce.

   ❛ HEY. YOU EVER THINK about what could’ve happened if we never played this game?.   ❜

HEY!!! okay so i’ve been. absent as i’m sure u all know. BUT IM HERE NOW AND I WANNA DO SOME CRAP!!! so tl;dr, like for a starter, but if you wanna know whats up, keep reading!!!

luminescce gave a ♡

The emptiness of the city night has been greeted with no noise despite the blood splatters on the alley wall. There is no gun shot, nor is there a scream to accompany the brief moment of pain that had been felt by her victim. Lucky for him a gun to his head had been enough to get the information needed out of him. —No broken bones, bruises, nothing of interest. Only a clean hit.

She wasn’t very worried about being caught in the first place, however a look of surprise does cross her face when she notices the figure standing at the end of the alley. It’s too dark for Pakunoda to make out any prominent features, which means it must be the same for them. If they run they have no description of her to provide to police, and if they stay Pakunoda will kill them for any odd movements.

The gun in her hand twirls, now pointing down the alleyway and towards the innocent bystander. By now any surprise she had shown is gone, replaced by pursed lips and a tall posture.

❝Move and I’ll shoot.❞

     ❝ hey, be civil. we’re all friends here. ❞

              still, she doesn’t move. personally, she isn’t very afraid of               being SHOT  ( she’s self-destructive and conditionally immortal,               don’t you know ??? )  but something innately human has her               heart rate up just the slightest bit. she smiles, whether or not               the woman  ( or, perhaps, girl )  can see her, and everything about               her exudes calm, like this is the third or fourth time someone’s               THREATENED HER LIFE this week --- and perhaps it is.               cue the pop of the hip and the FAKE valley girl accent.

❛ ♚  ,  luminescce

                (  there, on the ground, a dead bird.   he looks at it briefly, considers leaving.   when had he become so cold to death? perhaps in his own.   but he thinks to his mother, and the heart she taught him to have.   crouching, he reaches to cradle its carcass.  )

      ❝ the hell are you doing ?  ❞

              she feels pity for the creature, somewhere               deep in her gut. but on a superficial level,               it’s sort of gross.