#nclled

❝ Well, it’s fine. No croissant crisis to be had. ❞

“Don’t come any closer... who the hell are you?”

❛ never had an easy time of it. ❜ it’s true that a good night’s sleep is a rarity in hellhound’s world. doubly so if there’s another person nearby, even in the same building – like every alarm bell is going off at once. it’s ... different if she’s near sanya, but they’re so far away that hellhound feels ... terrifyingly unsafe. she relaxes the muscles she didn’t realize were coiled and tense, forcing out an exhale as her exhausted brain slowly processes lionel’s presence. what has it been, two days, three days without much sleep?  it’s an unfortunate necessity that she’s here with him, and so hellhound doesn’t fault lionel for coming near her. no biting remark, like there usually is. she reaches over in the darkness to grab her flask instead.  ❛ you? ❜ she’d wager he’s up late working, but – hey. who knows. maybe he’s just as much an insomniac as she is.

𝐀  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  ,  liquid  forged  with  a  look  that  lacked  contempt  in  his  eyes  as  he  stands  tall  ,  curved  to  a  slight  slouch  as  if  to  make  himself  seem  smaller  to  any  onlooker  .  an  odd  thing  ,  non  -  boisterous  as  it  may  be  ,  but  there  is  something  devious  in  the  stance  as  his  words  create  a  different  pull  ,  ❛    go  on  ---    ❜  his  hand  waves  ,  the  phrase  comes  off  so  simple  ,  as  if  a  mere  dare  to  the  other  ,  a  challenge  ,  by  all  means      ❛    do  it  again      ❜        

   ❝ because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it, never not chasing a million things I want. ❞

     ❝ I don't have the time to tell you why I do the things that I do. ❞  as if he’d EVER have the time to explain something like that to another. It was plenty easy to just accept whatever moral status he was labeled as instead of trying to explain away or justify his life choices.

a heavy sigh cuts the air as hellhound snaps her journal shut. it’s perched, along with her, atop a high shelf in a rather gravity-defying manner. ‘i just like being up high,’ she’d respond if asked. ‘better vantage point.’ in truth, it makes her feel safer. not safe – never, really – but safer. easier to see someone sneaking up on you if you’re above them. easier to fight back. it also helps people forget she’s there. usually. lionel seems absolutely intent on not forgetting, though, as is evident by his misguided plea. if you’re looking for someone to give you attention, you’ve come barking up the wrong tree.  but – fine. alright. she’ll try, if only because of the small but unwelcome soft spot for this man that has wormed its way into her heart. it’s dangerous. she knows that. but – it is incredibly difficult to make that go away, and the fact that he doesn’t outright hate her isn’t helping. if only he could just see her the way the rest of the goddamn world does. the way leto does. ❛ ... hmm. ❜ her voice is accompanied with a very soft thud as she hops down from her perch, slinking over to crouch beside his desk. ❛ a ‘hellhound, go kill this person’ kind of bad day? ❜