towards instead of away. there’s no answer that makes it better. still, she tries again. firmer, sharper now, as if authority alone would be enough to decipher. “ survival— (!?) lumi. 𝗵𝗲𝘆. what’s going on? ”
here, now, beneath the weight of crushed bronze and the metallic reek of something too warm, too real— she is no more than a statue herself. isabel has known blood before. but never this lumi. his ₊
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crimson countess’ statue lay defaced , half—embedded into the third floor of the performing arts building …
lumi stood tall atop the crumpled heap of her bronze visage .
silence followed , you could hear a penny drop . the air hung thick with iron , that sour metallic ⤸
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isa going against them, pushing through with a desperation that suits a girl built for the cameras. “ lumi? ” of course the first word out of her mouth is his name and the first instinct is to run ₊
https://t.co/DPB3n3DcdN doing an au / one shot / event … for the sillies . cipher’d lumi is the main vessel for the culling , everyone will be tested . pass or die .
LIKE for a starter . expect themes of wasted potential , violence , gore , and your usual gen v themes : )