#deixphiloctetes

“Damien, my man!” She calls with a swing of her arm over his shoulder in a casual greeting, appearing from behind him with a grin. It slipped her mind that that would be the first time he’d see her in such form and didn’t thought of it as a big deal. “That’s how guys greet each other right? Or at least that’s how my brother greets his friends.. Anyway, sup?”

She nods meekly, bringing out her own notebook along with a couple of pens. “It’s...nice to meet you,” She manages to say, a small shy smile playing on her lips.  

Gulping she turned to face the male, looking up as her eyes refused to look at him directly. “…I’m Luna-” 

Because of her line of work and who her family is, she has experience when it comes to running into the law. Most of the time, she has slipped past crucial crimes that she herself has committed back in the day. It only takes a simple mention of her father’s name; Wilson Fisk for her to be innocent.

there's a darkness that is in her shadow that keeps track of her and reports back to her father.

But sissy-

Damien. You should be joining me. Bros stick together. Come on. It's easy. Just stick your butt out and do the thing. 

The night’s Cordelia does manage to get a little sleep; it is often the images of heavy waves which are sent crashing over her, pulling the girl further into the depths of the sea. It’s a terrible fate, and within only a matter of minutes, water slowly begins to fill her lungs. The subtle burning sensation which overcomes her body and the vivid color of blue that burns deep within her memories, it’s all so odd to the girl. In each dream she’s trying to swim away— however, the current is still no match for her.  Feeling the panic which takes over her limbs, it’s becoming a little harder to breath. Her heart beating furiously against her ribs—it too, is in search of an escape as each gasp for air seems to kill her a little faster, and without much she can do, she watches her hands grasp desperately toward the ocean’s surface. She can feel herself scramble for the tiny slivers of light; the golden flakes of sunlight scattered throughout the water. And, into the ocean she sinks, slipping further and further away as the seconds go by. No longer knowing how to think, she hears the sound of her muffled scream only before her lungs give out. tragically. everything’s calm once again, and in that moment, there’s nothing but silence. The arms which had desperately been trying to move are floating lifeless before her and Cordelia usually wakes up by now, only to suffer the few next days, until she’s able to fall asleep again.