L,

⠀ I CLING TO THE STAR ⠀/ ⠀ SCORCHED HANDS IS A PRICE TOO SMALL

[L, @CHARRRADE]

I HAVE CONVINCED MYSELF THAT . . . . .

THIS IS JUST WHAT 𝘐𝘛 IS.

[L, @CHARRRADE]

He had no idea he was crying. Combined with his nonchalant demeanor, it might have looked hilarious as hell. / @lmmor_al

[L, @CHARRRADE]

A sting cut through him at the thought of his name no longer ringing a bell to the other.

“And I can’t get wasted, so I don’t party. I’ve got a job to do.”

Without him realizing it, though, a tear slipped down his cheek.

“How are you feeling? Any chance you’re hungry?”

[Ｅｉｇｈｔ @lmmor_al]

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N̷͍̋͆͝o̴͈͌̏͌͜.̸͇͙̘̲͚̳̩̓͛͐͌̓͐͐ ̴̛̮̺̐͌̄͒͑́̆̈́̕1̴̣͇̬̭͈̿̈́̃̽͂2̶̯̿͌̿
̴͙͖̭̪͊̽̾̓̄̌̂͝ͅD̴̡̬̗̞̎̊i̵̟͖͕̍͒̏̈́̾̇̓̄g̶̛̙̰̬͉̯̳̤͈̔̇̍̂͌̍͝r̶̡͇̗͉̟̰͉̀̆͜ả̶̡̠̳̼̫̳͕̻̊̾̋̌̌̚
̷̢̨̢̯̘̲̗̄̋̏͗Ȋ̴̢̝͙̬̣̹̫͈̱̕͝s̶̩̿̆͌̽̐̀͘͜ă̸̱̳̗̠̜̳̻̥̘̈́͐̋̎̍̈a̷̙̱̦͂͒ͅc̶̢͚͚͉̰̰̎̎͐̏̈̀̄

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[L, @CHARRRADE]

Lucien returned his gaze to his “patient”, and felt an instinctive urge to run his fingers through the other’s hair out of affection—like he used to do before.

“What’s your name?” / @lmmor_al

[L, @CHARRRADE]

“Well, that’s because we get foreigners coming by here first thing. Gotta have something ready in case the rest isn’t to their liking,” he said. “But I don’t think you’d find anything ‘fun’ here, though that depends on your definition.”

[L, @CHARRRADE]

@lmmor_al “This is Dolin,” he said, his voice dropping without his noticing, as if he’d just let a secret slip. “Have you ever been to this town before?” / @lmmor_al

[L, @CHARRRADE]

@lmmor_al 𝘖𝘩.

Lucien had to divert his gaze, or else the guilt would show; the guilt of not sticking by the other’s side that he still hasn’t found somewhere to call home. The guilt of unfulfilled promises.

[L, @CHARRRADE]

@lmmor_al Lucien heaved a sigh.

“I’m the guard of this area …. sort of. Someone dying here translates to my incompetence,” he said indifferently.

“Now my task is to return you to where you belong.”

Those words cut his own heart that Lucien had to pause. “So, where is it?” / @lmmor_al

[L, @CHARRRADE]

Tanda-tanda kehidupan bertambah jarang terlihat.

Lucien tidak masalah dengan hening, tetapi, bagaimana dengan teman barunya?

“Kau tidak takut, kan?” / @vulpexculla

[L, @CHARRRADE]

Tentu ia menyembunyikan detail lain.

Alas kaki bergesekan dengan permukaan tanah. Terkadang terdengar jua gemerisik daun kering atau ranting yang terinjak. Semilir angin menyapu wajah dua anak yang menyusuri malam selagi api kecil di dalam wadah penerangan meliuk-liuk.

[L, @CHARRRADE]

“Never mind that,” Lucien sighed, rising to his feet, looking as though his job was done now that @lmmor_al had regained consciousness.

“Where do you live?”

[L, @CHARRRADE]

If his entire existence had been wiped from the other’s memory, then let it stay that way.

Because it seemed even more painful to remind.

A sharp twinge pierced his heart, and though Lucien tried to ignore it, he thought: Maybe this is what I deserve.

[L, @CHARRRADE]

𝘖𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘯, Lucien pikir. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶.

Ia menengok lukamu sekali lagi, lalu berkata, “Sama-sama. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.” / @soueelan

[L, @CHARRRADE]

SCAR. / @soueelan

[L, @CHARRRADE]

“Mungkin kau memang perlu berpura-pura untuk waktu yang lama, tetapi, setidaknya ketahuilah bahwa pada dasarnya ….” Ia menjeda untuk memperkirakan apakah pilihan katanya tepat. “Pada dasarnya kau sama saja dengan yang lain.”