@dragonfire_ruin lucanis’ head twitches , like he fights* the urge to flinch away . he is not going to corrupt them . . . he is not some monster .
nodding . “ i trust you .”
@dragonfire_ruin “ i cannot risk whatever he might say . you — there is too much to lose if he hurts you .”
eyes linger on the floor . his hands . anywhere safe to look , anywhere predictable* .
@ExcelWhiteLight “ it should not be you he finds reason with . not your burden .”
arms cross at his front , fingers mindlessly picking or pinching at the skin inside his elbows .
“ he is mine .”
@ExcelWhiteLight spite retreats , the pulsing violet in dark eyes fading as lucanis takes hold again . lips downturned , it takes him a moment to realize the weight and warmth on his shoulder is not from burden .
a flinch , a tension as he +
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᪥ sokkar // again, if you have a blue checkmark, you're giving your money to a man who gives those funds to the genocide of my home countries. I will block you. he blatantly said that the money from that subscription goes there.
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@ExcelWhiteLight 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 ? 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 ⵑ
lucanis’ hand is colder , though it lacks the familiar tremble . his body is — overall more relaxed now that he is not withholding spite .
@rookpieced “ very rich . good if you like a deep roast .”
he trails over the options . fingers unsteady where he skims pages .
“ they do also have tea* .”
@rookpieced “ you’re in the land of spices , my dear . anywhere you look , take your pick .”
he turns , a half - dramatic flare of arms . his cape giving the illusion of wings in the shadows .
“ but for now . . . take your pick in coffee .”
@dragonfire_ruin + to talk to you . i tell him no .”
a hand gripping the marble for any kind of purchase . any kind of grounding .
“ he has been relentless lately .”
@dragonfire_ruin 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 . 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 . 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ⵑ
lucanis winces , both hands covering his ears — it’s useless , really . how does one stop the screaming when it’s within his own mind ?
but he hears harlow , and nods .
“ he wants +
@dragonfire_ruin + breath .
but he cannot stall time . he cannot stay in the warmth , for the curling in his stomach as spite retaliates . for the touch* he does not deserve .
harlow’s trick is almost missed , as the crow’s mind swarms . +