#no problem tho

Oh yeah, we lived through a decade worth of fandom drama from April to November and somehow it's still going lol sometimes I sit and contemplate life because I can't believe all that happened even tho I was watching it happen lol

I do, I’m Lunataur on deviantart. 

What was your first impression of me?

Of my gender and sexuality?

What is your current impression of me?

Damien blinked as he stared into the mirror. His eyes had dark circles underneath them, and he wasn’t sure he had ever looked so tired. His shoulders heaved as he sighed despondently, moving away from the mirror and towards the room.

It was a nice room, well furnished with a whole cot and a tiny little window. He knew that, behind the mirror that he had stared into for hours straight, she was there. After all those years of searching... searching... looking for something that didn’t exist, he found her. His sister.

She was as beautiful as the sunrise, with hair that could only be described as glowing. He wasn’t sure if it even had a color, it was luminescent in every way. Her face was soft and princess-like, of course, fitting her role. And her eyes... Even thinking about them made him falter. They were piercing, deceiving, and, yet, so innocent. Colors pooled in her irises the way paint would mix, incompletely and with constant changes. Her lips were always straight, they never moved. Her voice was nonexistent. However, her body was perfect, well built for a sport he disliked extremely. 

He knew that he faced an arena with the rising sun. A daughter conditioned from birth to be a weapon would fight till the death against a son who wanted to escape it all. He wondered if she felt the same gut-wrenching pain inside. The thought that, someone would have to die. 

“I’m going to fight for you!” He remembered saying. “One day, we’ll be brother and sister again!”

She had only stared, mocking, but distant. It was as if her mind was somewhere else, playing a game of tag with her heart. He wondered if her heart had been “it” ever since the game started, running, running, running away from her mind, the place where she had been broken, and beaten into the submissive, yet confident creature she was. It was terrifying.

He paced across the room, wondering at the cell’s lack of character. The window was fake. In the disorient state he had arrived in, he had attempted to escape through the small window, but breaking the glass with his powers. But to no avail. It only amounted to bloodied fists and an exhausted soul.

Finally, he strode back to the mirror, leaning against it and placing his hands on the glass. Cuffs wrapped around his wrists, ready to sent a pulsing wave of pain straight through his spinal column. If only she dared to press the button. 

“I can see us all, you know...” He whispered, staring at the empty place he knew that she stood. “You and I, a family... and they were there, too. Can’t you see them smiling, Amy? They would be here if Natalie hadn’t killed- ah-AH!” The pain crippled him, sending him to the floor, shaking as he tried to focus on breathing. Between gasps of pain, he screamed, “She killed our family!-- ahh --And she’ll kill you, too, once she’s through with you-ahhhhhhh!”

His voice faded to silence as the world spun into black. He crumpled over, his body still shuddering with every shock that pulsed through him. Behind the glass, she stood, staring. For all that she willed herself not to feel, tears spilled from her eyes. The momentary window into her heart was uncalled for, and she steeled herself. When the time would come, she could be strong enough. She could kill her brother if it meant that, one day, she would inherit the kingdom that was stolen from them in the first place.

me: it’s okay, we are at different universities, we have busy schedules, we have to study