#lenscaught

It hadn’t been a busy day of work but it certainly hadn’t been a slow one. Itsuki was thankful for the break in his stream of customers. However, just as he began trying to figure out if he could just close early or if he should wait out the remaining 30 minutes a decent-sized man, who was was maybe just a little bit taller than him.

His height wasn’t what caught his eyes though, it was the man’s bright blue hair. He wouldn’t raise any complaints about this stranger coming in his story, but he had to fight the rising urge to tell the man that his hair was clashing with the scene of his cafe.

❝—Code Red. We have a Code Red, V!❞ Seven is barking into his phone at a volume all too INAPPROPRIATE considering the muted atmosphere— what was supposed to be a peaceful late night opportune for slumber; he’s home alone. His computers are shut down. The digital clock on his nightstand bleeds ‘ 3:25 am in an unsightly red font. Still, he’s a wreck, pacing his room in a flourish. ❝God! It’s a war zone, I’m telling you!❞ Distinct crunch noises emit from his hasty footfalls. ❝I spilled half a box of Honey Buddha Chips all over the place! Vanderwood just got finished with carpet duty, too—❞ By this point, panicked guilt has effectively tinged the hacker’s pseudo cheerful tone. He continues pacing.

❝—You know the agency’s put me through hell and back, but...I was never conditioned into handling this kind of emotional stress.❞ His free hand flies up in exasperation. ❝This is a whole new b a l l p a r k! X Games mode, if you will!❞

Send one for my muse’s reaction

Things took a little extra effort for the painter/photographer now that his sight was back. It was going to take some time for him to be able to see without any issues, but util then his eye often got tired when he focused for too long. With that in mind, it come to no surprise when she felt him fall over onto her while they were watching the tv. 

She blushes softly, seeing those beautiful features tat she admired so much up close. It was impossible to keep herself from sneaking a kiss to his lips before carefully adjusting him so he was laying on her lap, gently petting his head.

“Sweet dreams, my sunshine prince.”

@lenscaught

❝——And mark!❞

Luciel’s voice bubbles with enthusiasm as he retracts his hands from the keyboard, allowing them to rest g r a c i o u s l y on his lap. He begins skimming over his work with a similar DELIGHT, column upon column of letters and numbers now a blessing to behold rather than sight for sore eyes.

Another commission done meant another reason to keep striving.

The sake of his ( and Saeran’s ) future depended on it—on him—after all.

With a flourish, Luciel swivels his chair around, now face-to-face with the man who he deemed responsible for his newfound HOPE. ❝You were right. Practice does make perfect—❞ He’s bright and beaming, unable to help the grin that seizes his lips, the sparkle illuminating once dim eyes. It’s as if he could take on the entire world with a computer alone...was this what it meant to be self-confident? 

Not that he’d question it any further; what a glorious feeling it was! ❝—But you know what? I think I’m ready to try something h a r d e r.❞

Aesthetic for @lenscaught ;3