#lancedalot

…………would any of the pieces help?

“ …I’ve seen many legs in this time but not so many as pretty as yours– ” She winks. “ Unless you meant ’ battlewise ’ — in that case I think the report is too great to deliver in spoken words. ” A chuckle.

Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word (Angst Edition).

“When I was younger... well, more specifically, when I left the bunker-” Kira’s hands wring together under the table, her fingertips aching to pick at the loose threads on her clothes as she thought on it. The first memory that came to her when the word ‘panic’ was mentioned.

“The alarms were going off, the power was out besides the emergency generators. Red lights flashing, the loudest blaring you can imagine. I hadn’t planned it no, but I knew that that was my chance. That was my only chance to get out. It hit me like a ton of bricks, and as I grabbed my emergency bag... it felt like my legs were made of steel. As if I were trying to move in power armor that had locked up. That was when the panic first set in.” Her eyes wander, not wanting to look to anyone, pretend that she was just speaking aloud to herself.

“My heart was racing, I gathered my clothes, and scrambled for my books across the bunker. Hardly anyone noticed me, all too focused on what was happening towards the front door. So when I slipped into that dark storage room... all I could hear was my heart in my ears and the siren blaring... I- I heard my name. Someone called to me as I shoved my bag in the air vent. Confused, angry, desperate. Clara she- she asked me what I was doing. And I couldn’t bring myself to answer her. My silence was more than enough of a answer for her. She begged me not to go, she tried to reason with me even though I told her she was just stalling the inevitable. I turned to go- she was yelling at me- grabbed me by the shoulder-.... Something about it doesn’t seem real.” Despite her saying so, Kira sniffled quietly, wiping her eyes as they threatened to stream.

“I knew she wasn’t gonna let me go. Not without a fight. A fight I couldn’t have right at that moment. My window was so small, and- and who knew just how long it would take for my next chance?! Would I ever get another one? I panicked... The laser pistol in my hand went off. In a flash, she’d been reduced to ash. A pile of her in my own hands. She wouldn’t have hurt me, I don’t think she would’ve even told anyone that I tried to leave. She was a good person- she was...

She was trying to protect me, saying I wasn’t thinking straight. That they’d catch me. But I couldn’t accept it. I wouldn’t accept it.

I murdered one of my classmates for hardly any reason besides one word.

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

((Kira’s sleeping schedule is pretty erratic most days. She tends to wake up in the afternoon. 11am at the earliest. Usually around noon or 1pm. Usually going to bed kinda late. Earliest she goes to bed is midnight. Usually sleeping for roughly 9-12 hours at a time.

She is a very sound sleeper and hard to wake before she wants to.

(( lance worries about him but would try to shield him from being witnessed in times of weakness lmao ))

“I’ve no instrument on hand but my voice,” she answers, before teasing: “But I’d almost not want to use it next to yours.”

Send me “You should have seen the other guy.” for my muse to patch yours up after a fight(OPEN)

The swordswoman nodded as she tightened Lance’s bandages. No doubt the fight had been something fierce, leaving behind jagged scars and an arrangement of bruises.  “Was it some moodge that attacked you? Or a beast? Even with that lovely armor of yours, you were still hurt. Must have been something strong…”