Aug 8
damn. he wants to marry @sangsorrow so bad.
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damn. he wants to marry @sangsorrow so bad.
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an abundance of plots have hit the dash
and i aim to capitalize on them >:) (making this plot call for Yelan and Seele simultaneously)
don't mind her, she's reading a book. do not disturb.
!! @teenagedbullshit !!
“ ---- you’re a demon. ”
leans in from behind and bites down on @sangsorrow's shoulder.
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“ 🎵~ ” don’t mind him, he’s just passing through. :) carry on.
❝ what're you whistling at, jackass? ❞
it comes out before he can think to stop himself — and as he turns around to glare at the perpetrator, his blood runs cold as he realizes who it is. if till's old man hears about him mouthing off a high-ranking officer, he's gonna get his shit kicked in. he can almost imagine what it would be like if he were in the hallway with them, a broad hand squeezing his shoulder hard enough to make his thin bones creak.
whatever. he's endured enough of that shit not to let it stop him from speaking his mind. as his irritation spikes, the lights above their heads flicker. till didn't even realize he'd put his hand out and touched his fingertips to the wall, feeling the building's electrical currents hum beneath the plaster. what's he gonna do, fry the guy? dumbass. it's not worth it. he pulls his hand back to his side, clenches his fingers into a fist, and whirls on his heel to stalk down the hallway toward his destination.
"how do you deal with having no purpose at all?" (andddd one [1] post-canon luka for thee)
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT DUMBASS? is scribbled across a new page of till's signature notebook and held up in front of luka's face. coming face-to-face with the alien stage champion was an important part of today's plan, but till didn't anticipate how difficult it would be to look into the eyes of someone who was so merciless to him onstage. someone whose face is plastered across every billboard in the city. someone who represents the system the revolutionaries have dedicated their lives to fighting against.
yet, he has to remind himself that luka is just as trapped as the rest of them. from what his companions were told back when hyuna was alive, heperu is a nasty piece of work. nastier than urak, even. which is saying something.
it's important to remember that luka didn't turn out this way in a vacuum. the words bounce around in his head, the mental image of a terrified child trying to reconcile itself with the dead-eyed man before him. how many years did it take for luka to lose his empathy? did he have any to begin with, or did they clone it out of him?
❝ ... ❞ he hesitates, biting down hard on his lip, before scribbling another message into the bottom of the page. COME WITH ME. I'LL SHOW YOU MY PURPOSE.