wide awake & dreaming

Lancelot Lark Crane 35 ☀︎︎ He/Him Witch Siphon More

[darkesthourrpg]

❝ I’VE HAD ENOUGH HURT ALREADY IN MY LIFE. MORE THAN ENOUGH. NOW I WANT TO BE HAPPY. ❞

GENERAL INFO

NAME: Lancelot Crane GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Male, He/Him DATE OF BIRTH: March 20th, 1986 PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan OCCUPATION: Chef + Owner of Eleanor’s Bistro FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman 

SUPERNATURAL INFO

SPECIES: Siphoner COVEN POSITION: Member

BIOGRAPHY

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Alcoholism, Drugs, Criminal Activity

Born into a wealthy family in Islington, London, Lancelot never truly fit in. From the moment he was born, his father Arthur despised him, for reasons that wouldn’t become known to him until much later in life. He was always convinced he was named Lancelot out of some cruel irony and decided early on to go by Lark, his middle name which his mother Genevieve had referred to him as since he was a baby. The name just felt more true to him and eventually, most people forgot his first name entirely. But Arthur would never let him forget, refusing to ever call him Lark, the name Lancelot dripped off his tongue steeped in vitriol every time he spoke to the boy.

Life with his siblings wasn’t easy either. Family didn’t seem worthwhile to their father unless they proved useful to him and, as a result, it was a constant rat race for his favor, always leaving Lark in the dust. He became an easy target to push blame on and because he never could seem to do anything right in their father’s eyes, he often just accepted it. His father’s punishments were always severe, it’s what drove his mother to drink herself into a hollow shell, and why his siblings treated him the way they did – every man for himself. Lark’s own instincts to cope were clear in his name, when it came to fight or flight, Lark always chose flight.

He would often find solace in their house staff, who acted as more of a family to Lark than his own. One person in particular quickly became the woman Lark would come to view as a mother of sorts. Eleanor, the head cook, took Lark under her wing and taught him everything she knew about cooking and kindness. He became her little shadow and she was glad to have him around. On good days, he would help her prepare the family meals, gradually mastering his technique and becoming more experimental with recipes. On bad days, she was a shoulder to cry on. Busy as she was, she always made time for her ‘petit oiseau’ as she called him. She taught him compassion and forgiveness in the face of adversity. Without her, he couldn’t imagine how he would have survived as long as he did. But she couldn’t protect him forever.

Lark had always been a curious child and one day, while wandering their labyrinthine home, he came across a door he’d never seen before, cracked open just enough to draw him in. It led down a winding staircase into a basement he didn’t know they had. It was near the base of the stairwell, out of plain sight, that Lark realised that his father’s reasons for hating him were nowhere near his biggest secret. He was too young to understand exactly what was being said, but he heard something about a syndicate and some deal or exchange. Whatever it was sounded dark and dangerous. Then he slipped on a step and stumbled right in on his father among a group of strange men. The punishment for that mistake was the worst he’d ever faced, full of threats that if he wasn’t family, he wouldn’t be alive. After that, he was sent away to boarding school so another incident wouldn’t happen again. Despite being alone for the first time in his life, he always felt like he was being watched there.

School was miserable in its own way, he no longer had Eleanor and had a hard time fitting in. Still, at least it was some reprieve from the family. Just by his luck, once he actually got some sense of footing there, it was swiftly pulled out from under him. One winter break his mother pulled him aside and revealed the whole truth – she was a witch, he was a siphon, but most importantly, Arthur wasn’t Lark’s real father. His real father was a man named Christopher Decker, an American who lived in New York. She also revealed that he was no longer safe in London and that he needed to leave before school started up again. It was the longest, most sober conversation she ever had with him.

It was a lot of information to take in for a seventeen-year-old boy, but as mentioned before, Lark was always prone to flight. So he packed up his essentials, said his goodbyes to Eleanor, and with his mother’s help, broke into his father’s safe and stole enough money to fly himself out to New York and start a new life there. His mother put a minor cloaking spell on him so Arthur couldn’t track him down and set him free with a final kiss and a deck of enchanted tarot cards passed down from her own mother. Then he was gone, never to set foot in London again.

New York brought the promise of a whole new Lark. New opportunities, new life, even a new family. A completely fresh start. He didn’t pursue his father immediately, he was too intimidated for that. Instead, he spent his first several years in New York working his way up in the restaurant industry, eventually making his way into the kitchens of some of the most popular restaurants in town and apprenticing under a few admired chefs. He met a witch who went against his coven to help Lark learn to get a handle on siphoning and even found other witches who accepted him as one of their own. These things alone were a vast improvement from his life in England.

In time he gathered up the courage to find his father, discovering his sister Hayden in the process. They got to know each other as friends first, seeing as Lark didn’t have the courage to admit who he truly was. However, when Lark finally came clean and told Hayden and Christopher his relation to them it was like a fog had lifted. After that, it was like everything clicked into place. He had a family that actually seemed to like him. He moved into a nice apartment in Greenwich Village, and he even opened up his own French restaurant named Eleanor’s after the woman who practically raised him. Then Logan became coven supreme and Lark was finally able to actually join the coven.

Everything seems to be going so well now, but a dread has begun to slowly creep in… the fear that it’s only a matter of time until the past catches up to him.

[lance-a-lark]

When: Evening, March 20th (Lark’s Birthday)

Where: Lark and Rue’s Apartment 

Closed Starter: @ruairimcallisterx

Lark had sent Ruairi off to do grab groceries they didn’t actually need to distract his partner while he prepared the apartment for would be hopefully be the biggest moment of both of their lives. Nerves wracked every inch of his body as he decorated, practiced his speech, and played out every possible outcome in his head. He used as much magic as he could to make everything perfect, illusion magic cast aurora borealis-like tendrils across the ceiling and the candles and fireplace glowed with iridescent, technicolor flames. The smell of the meal he was making for the two of them wafted through the apartment, grounding the mystical atmosphere in all the comforts of home. While it was all coming together, Lark couldn’t help but feel the anxiety creeping in. What if Ruairi didn’t like it? What if he said no? What if something worse happened that Lark couldn’t even anticipate?

All of that anxiety flared up when he heard the key turning in the lock and the door open. However, the moment he laid eyes on Ruairi, all of those worries melted away. Though he’d spent the whole day with him, each time he looked into his partner’s eyes he became more sure of his decision that this would always be where he was meant to be. “You’re back,” he said with a warm smile, “I have to be honest, I didn’t actually need those groceries right now, but I needed a distraction to do... all of this.” He gestured around the room before approaching Ruairi and holding out a hand for him to take, “Why don’t you put those bags down, get comfortable and I can explain what this is all about.”

[lance-a-lark]

Happy Birthday, Lark.

I know you can very well make a cake of your own, but asking you to make it for me would ruin the gift. 

Can’t wait to spend the day with you. I love you.

[lance-a-lark]

# - for Athena

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

• Thenesie-Weensie 🤏

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

• Baby Shark

my muse’s last text to your muse

• “I’m planning a thing for Rue. Like a big thing. Like the biggest. So let me know when you’re free to talk.”

[lance-a-lark]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

• 💗🍀Rue🍀💗

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

• headcanon that Lark took this when they got back together:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

• Ireland - Liza Anne

my muse’s last text to your muse

• “So I was thinking I kinda want to do something just the two of us for my birthday. We can plan a little more when you get home. Have a good day at work, I love you 💕”

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[lance-a-lark]

Letting Go & Letting In // Self-Para

After all the horrors that he and Ruairi have been through together, everything has been put into very real perspective for Lark. Too long he’s been holding onto his past — pain, fears, relationships. Finally he feels ready to let go of all of that... for Rue. If Valentine’s Day made him realize anything it’s that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for him. He can’t imagine himself with anyone else for as long as he lives. Thinking back, the last time he thought he felt this way for someone, he still didn’t feel as sure as he does now.

That is how he finds himself here now, in his apartment, rummaging through old boxes to find the ring that was intended for the man responsible for so much of the hurt he once felt and caused. When he finds the small black velvet box he opens it and stares at the old ring for the last time. Once upon a time he would look at this ring and feel like his soul was caving in on him. For five plus years he could never bring himself to get rid of it, but looking at it now all he feels is an eagerness to let it go so he can truly an wholly let Ruairi in. 

With a smile on his face, he closes the box and tosses it up in the air, letting it fall naturally back in his hand before tossing it in the trash, throwing on his coat, and heading out the door.

Ruairi may not need him to make up for anything, but Lark feels a need to do it for himself. He needs to show that he will spend the rest of his life working to be better for him. He needs to show him that every day he’s falling deeper and deeper in love and sees no end in sight to that. He needs to show that he believes in them and believes in himself enough to protect them through thick and thin. And he needs to start that journey with something perfect and exquisite. Something that shows deep thought, care, and assurance. 

His entire future banks on this. Knowing Rue, he’d be happy with anything, but Lark doesn’t want to give him just anything. He wants to give him a symbol that screams a proclamation of his love from the rooftops, that will shine through the even the furthest depths of the ocean. 

However, after going to jeweler upon jeweler upon jeweler he feels himself coming up short. Nothing sings to him. Nothing is good enough for Rue. Nothing says, “I don’t just love you. I need you. Forever.” That is until he comes across a small independent shop that he nearly passes, but something stops him and he’s indescribably drawn in. 

The shop smells of herbs and is decorated with a plethora of strange and beautiful baubles and ornaments. When he places his hand on a counter he can feel an undeniable surge of magic beneath his fingertips that greets him like a beacon. As he traverses the shop, he can feel the magic’s pulse guiding him to a lone case in the far back corner of the shop. 

And there it is, sitting alone atop a felled tree branch. An intricate gold weaving of Celtic knots, bordered by silver tree bark detailing, and accented with a small sapphire at its center. This is perfect. This is them. And the happenstance of stumbling upon this place only seems to act as further proof that he and Rue are meant to be. 

“Excuse me?” He asks the shopkeeper, “Would you mind grabbing me the ring from this case?”

The shopkeeper gives him a knowing smile and says, “It called to you didn’t it?” 

Lark nods confidently, “I believe so.”

“Well then,” the shopkeeper replies, “if that’s the case, you should be able to grab it for yourself.”

Lark gives them an inquisitive look, the ring is kept inside a locked glass case, what could they mean by that? But when he turns back to look at the ring, the glass has disappeared. Without a second thought, he grabs the ring and goes to pay for it. 

The shopkeeper places it in an ornate wooden box and says, “This ring is special, but you already know that, don’t you?” 

Lark nods again.

“Take care of the wearer’s heart and it will always shine for you,” the shopkeeper adds as they hand the box over to Lark. 

“Thank you,” Lark replies, “I will. Always.” He doesn’t know exactly what the shopkeeper means yet, but he will in time. He leaves the shop with an extra spring in his step and a confidence he hasn’t felt in a long while. 

When he’s gained some distance, he realizes he can’t recall ever seeing the name of the shop and, when he really thinks about it, he can’t quite remember where it was at all, even though he only just left it. But he checks his pocket and the ring is still there in that charming little box, sole proof that it was all real. A wide smile blooms on his face as he makes the rest of his way home. 

Now the only thing left to do is wait for the perfect time to ask the single greatest question of his life. It’s the waiting that will be the hardest part of all of this.

[lance-a-lark]

ruairimcallisterx​:

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His eyes softened, hearing Lark, and he was quickly pulled back into his arms. Honestly, it was the only place Ruairi ever wanted to be. He just didn’t want to force any affection or anything else upon the man that wasn’t wanted or mutual. Ruairi placed his hand over Lark’s as he caressed his face and he leaned into the touch. His eyes lidded for just a moment until Lark spoke up again and his full attention was on him.

It felt like it had been an eternity since he heard Lark speak like that. Lark meant everything to Ruairi and hearing him speak so openly about how he felt made his heart swell. Not that he didn’t know how Lark felt before their breakup but who knows what could have changed? He didn’t want to assume things. But he was incredibly happy to hear those words come from Lark. They were exactly what he needed. What they needed.

He never really thought that he would find someone again after Charlotte had passed. Ruairi thought that was it for him. But when he met Lark, all that changed. He was perfect in every way to Ruairi, even when he made foolish, life altering decisions. It truly felt like his heart was going to burst and Ruairi couldn’t contain himself anymore, “Oh, Lark.” He spoke quietly, his hazel eyes searching the others. The moment Lark casted his eyes to floor, Ruairi placed his hands on both side of the man’s face and kissed him deeply.

It was a kiss filled with so many emotions and longing. When Ruairi read the flood of text messages from Lark after he woke up, being back with him was the only thing that Ruairi wanted. He genuinely hated that he put so much worry on him (not that it was really his choice to). He didn’t want to do that again. They were stronger together. He was just happy that they both knew it now.

Pulling back from Lark’s lips, Ruairi placed his forehead against the man’s, still cupping his face in his hands, “I love you.” He spoke, first and foremost, “I’ve wanted you back since t'e day we broke up.” Ruairi’s thumbs rubbed the man’s cheeks softly, “We’re much better toget'er t'en we are apart.” Truly though, Ruairi was happy that Lark hadn’t been in the castle. He didn’t need that trauma on top of everything else. That wouldn’t have been fair, “You’re t'e only one I want to be with.”

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Lark didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Or maybe it was, but he was just doing everything in his power to avoid having expectations that would never come to fruition. But this exceeded anything he could have hoped for. When Ruairi kissed him it was like the pallid world filled with color and life again. Lark threw his arms around him and pulled him as close as he possibly could, kissing back with such a passion poets could only hope to capture. Tangled up with Ruairi he knew this was where he was meant to be, who he was meant to be with. The only thing that made sense in on this wretched earth was them together.

His lips trailed after Rue’s for a moment when the other pulled out of the kiss, not quite ready to stop. But the dryad’s words were everything he needed to hear. Smiling through the tears as Ruairi holds his face in his hands he nods in agreement. “You’re right, you always were,” he affirms, “We’re better together, don’t ever let me forget that.” He peppers Ruairi’s face with kisses before, pressing another deep kiss against his lips, whispering into the kiss, “You are everything to me.” 

He pauses for a moment to look Rue in the eyes, a bashful glow to him, “Just to be clear, this is you saying yes, right? You’ll take me back? I don’t want to assume.”

[lance-a-lark]

kenxmatsui​:

for: OPEN ( @darkesthourstarters​ ) when: after final release location: rosefell castle

Reunions and sentiments. He’d scoff at the silliness of it had it not been for the shit storm they had to face. It was beyond sick, this battle. The reasoning still hadn’t made sense to Ken but who had time to think on such things when the doors finally opened and reinforcement stepped in. A little too late, but at least there was only one death. 

Blinking to adjust to the light outside, Ken, using his final dregs of strength, carried a bloodied and badly injured Ruairi out and placed him gently on the stretcher and hoped the man would be alright. Swatting away the medics that began checking him, Ken staggered out of their reach with a scowl. Idiots. There were others that needed help more. He’d been fine. He was fine. He crashed into a tree and fell down. Laughter broke through in bubbles of relief, of disbelief, of finally being released from what honestly was a nightmare scene. But as a shadow moved around him, Ken shot up immediately, senses on alert as if it wasn’t over, only to fall back down at a similar speed a second later clutching his side, “Fuckk.”

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By the time Lark and the others had disarmed the barrier the damage had already been done. He watched in horror as Ken carried out the bloodied mess that was his ex. All his worst fears come true and his whole reason for leaving Ruairi in the first place rendered moot. “No... Rue!” Lark rushed over to the stretcher wanting desperately to pull the man into his arms, but the paramedics held him back. They explained that he needed to be rushed to urgent care immediately and that Lark should stay behind. He could have fought them in that moment, but then he remembered the vampire on the ground not ten feet away. 

He collected himself and walked over to the tree to sit beside Ken, “You saved Ruairi. I suppose I should thank you. Even if you didn’t know he was the one I’ve been moping over all this time.” He looked down at the mess Ken was in, then over to the castle entrance where more people were coming out battered and wounded. “You look like proper shit. What the hell happened in there?”

[lance-a-lark]

swearonstars​:

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“I’m actually not? All too concerned that is? I know how powerful rage can be and I know what it’s like to be ready to do anything it takes for those you love. It’s a powerful motivator.” Reina may have been taught at a young age how to compartmentalize her emotions, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t know how strong they could be. “I’m not here to hold you back. I’m here, because, well, because I love him too and want the same things as you. But, I also know that emotions, as powerful as they can be, can affect and disrupt our magic. So, if you need me, I’ll be here and if you don’t? All the better. But, as for being one of the first people in the castle, that would be Logan’s final call in the end of who stays out and who goes in. I only give her my recommendations. So, how about we get this barrier down and then we’ll see what she says, alright Crane?”

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Lark nodded calmly. He’d had his fill of emotions for perhaps the whole month. Fully aware he could easily become volatile at any moment, he appreciated the sentiment. “Thank you. I feel like there’s so many people doubting me all the time. Everyone handles me with kid gloves and it makes me feel like I’m helpless and powerless, but... I’m not, am I?” He straightened up and looked at her with a confidence he perhaps had never displayed in his life, “Right. Let’s take down that barrier.”

[metamorphesque]

— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[lance-a-lark]

@ruairimcallisterx

[lance-a-lark]

ruairimcallisterx​:

Special Delivery for: @lance-a-lark

One by one, it seemed like every holiday was going to be ruined by some unfortunate...force of nature or something. Halloween has been tainted by the memory of Lark almost turning inside out and now Valentine's Day was tainted by the fact that Ruairi got mauled by a werewolf in some bizarre 'fight for your freedom' situation. Ruairi supposed he couldn't complain all too much. Almost everyone always made it out alive. That was about all he could ask for. Well...and to stop having these strange situations. That would be nice too. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he woke up in the hospital, but it wasn't Lark sitting there beside him. It was a bit funny how the roles were reversed now. Ruairi was in much better shape than Lark was however. He was lucky, honestly. It could have been much worse. And luckily for him, he was released out of the hospital after a couple of days and was sent home on bed rest until he was back to one hundred percent. And with the help from Lark, they were headed back to his apartment. The man insisted on helping him, which was very sweet. But Ruairi wasn't sure if it was the best idea. Their feelings for one another hadn't changed whatsoever since their breakup and if Lark still wanted to separated, nursing him back to health didn't seem like a great idea. As they entered his apartment, Ruairi managed to pull himself from Lark's hold and he leaned into the nearest wall for support, "T'ank you." He said with the utmost honesty, "But if you don't want to be here, you really don't have to, Lark. I'll be okay." The Irishman nodded, beginning to slowly move through the space. Luckily, the vegetation has cleared up since the last time Lark was there. It would have been quite embarrassing if it hadn't, "I don't want you to waste your free time on taking care of me."

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After Ruairi was released from the hospital Lark insisted on looking after him. That nightmare of a Valentine’s Day event had only solidified in his mind that he would never be so stupid again as to let him go. If anything, it made Lark realise how much they need each other, how much better they are together. That day, Lark would have set the world ablaze if it meant getting Rue back and that feeling, the utter dread and desperation, was impossible to ignore. So when Ruairi suggested that this was a waste of his time it felt like a punch to the gut. There was too much he wanted to say, too much he felt, a waste of his time right now would be being anywhere but here.

“Waste my time? No.” Lark shook his head vigorously, pulling Ruairi back into his arms. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he stated definitively, lifting a hand to caress Ruairi’s face where a large bandage currently concealed a large claw wound, “I’ve been such a fool. Everyone’s been saying it, anyone who hasn’t has certainly been thinking it, and they couldn’t have been more right. Rue, I don’t care if it’s selfish, I don’t care if it’s dangerous, I never want to be apart from you again.” He closed his eyes tight and let out a shaky sigh, still beating himself up for being so wrong. “If this horrible ordeal has taught me anything, it’s that danger will come when it pleases and, if I’m not with you, I can’t protect you. I didn’t want to overwhelm you while you were in hospital, but…”

His eyes fluttered open again to meet Ruairi’s, containing all the comforts of a true home within their complex patterns. It made Lark tear up to think he could have ever brought him pain, “Rue, I love you so much. I love you the way the ocean loves the moon and fertile soil loves the rain. I love you in such big, life changing ways and that’s never going to change. I couldn’t possibly will it to.” He could feel a knot in his throat begin to restrict his already tenuous breaths, “Look, I know I’ve hurt you and you’ll probably need time to think about this, but… I want you back.” His gaze cast down to the floor as Lark prepared for the soft rejection that should be coupled with anger but wouldn’t be, because Rue was kind and gentle and too perfect for him to ever deserve. “…If you’ll have me.”

[lance-a-lark]

swearonstars​:

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If there was anyone who knew how to keep a party going it was the St. Claires and, in the Anything But Clothes Room, Kai fit right in, seemingly right at home as he wandered around the room, keeping the liveliness up with a carefree grin, a tray of shots in hand and flirty comment or two. He was just about to make his way back to the bar to refill the tray that couldn’t seem to stay full for more than a passing minute or two, when he felt a hand hook around his arm, sending goosebumps trailing up his skin. His muscles tensed underneath the other’s grasp and he was more than ready to rip his arm away the moment he turned around. Only, as he did, he realized the person in question was none other than Lark of all people. “Shit Lark,” Kai cussed out as he took in the all too inebriated sight of his exe. “How much have you had to fucking drink? And okay. Sure, Crane, just first things first, let’s get you some water and maybe then we can find you someone to take you back to your room. Did you come in here with anyone? What about that boyfriend of yours?”

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Lark shook his head vigorously, “I haven’t even drank that much, bruv. And no, I didn’t come here with anyone. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He tugs at Kai’s arm to sit beside him, he’s got a lot to say, but he’s not sober enough to gauge how much he may overwhelm his ex with his rantings, “Listen. I have made so many massive mistakes in my life. I have so many regrets about so many things. I know you say I never hurt you, but I just want you to know that I’m so sorry about how I handled things between us. And I just hope that hasn’t lead you to be closed off from other chances at love, because you deserve it. I truly mean it. If anyone isn’t deserving, it’s me, innit? I fucked things up with you, I fucked things up with Rue, I just keep fucking things up. So, I suppose that’s what I’m trying to say. Just don’t make my mistakes of getting in the way of your own happiness, because it’s miserable and you deserve to be happy, you deserve to love and be with someone who loves you. Please don’t shut people out. I’m not asking you this for my sake, but because if you close off that opportunity you could end up regretting it forever. Am I making sense?”

[lance-a-lark]

ruairimcallisterx​:

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Ruairi honestly wasn’t sure if Lark would join him or not. It was truly fifty-fifty. He hoped that he would but he wouldn’t blame the other one bit if he didn’t want to. Spending time with your ex on the weekend of Valentine’s Day was a lot of anyone to handle. But Ruairi, genuinely, just wanted to see Lark and spend some time with him. Even though they weren’t together anymore, he did want to still be friends with him, when the time came. Maybe this would be the first step. Maybe they would be able to be around each other without longing for another all the time. Ruairi knew it would be difficult, considering it was all he ever felt when the other was there, but they could try, right?

A genuine smile crossed Ruairi’s features as Lark finally sat down and dug into the ice cream. He watched the other intently for a few moments before his gaze shifted away, snuggling down a bit deeper into the bean bag chair he was sitting in. Ruairi’s eyes moved back towards Lark as he spoke and he nodded his head, “Yeah. Of course.” Not like giving him some ice cream was much to be thanked for him. Another soft smile came across his lips, reading Lark’s shirt, “So.” He said, “You’re sad, huh?” He asked, more or less rhetorically. Ruairi twirled the spoon he was holding in his hands and he sighed, “Me too.” He admitted, his gaze not leaving the spoon, “I hope everyone has been kind to you.” Ruairi spoke, “I don’t want t'e blame to be put on you. T'at’s not fair.”

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He blushed at Ruairi’s question, ashamed to be displaying his little dramatics in front of him, “Oh, this? Yeah... Well, yeah, I’m a bit embarrassed about you seeing me like this, but... yeah, I’m sad. I’m sorry you are too, I hope you know there’s nothing I want more than for you to be happy.” He sighs deeply. People hadn’t exactly been easy on him, but he also didn’t want them to be. He knew better than anyone how much of a fool he must look like from the outside. Of course he should be blamed for this, it was his choice. “Don’t worry about how people are treating me, luv. It is my fault. If anyone says as much, it’s only them stating the obvious.”

He looks around the room somberly. In some alternate universe they’d be hosting a room together. They should be hosting a room together, not this pathetic nonsense. Inching closer, he curled up in the beanbag chair and turned his body to face Rauiri completely as he passed the ice cream back to him, “So how’d you end up agreeing to this? Did you want to do it?”

[lance-a-lark]

athena-decker​:

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As soon as Lark spoke in a raised voice Athena knew her brother was a mess. Lark really lived up to his name, a gentle song bird who wasn’t much of a fighter. She knew she should listen to his little rant but it was hard to take anything he said seriously. Like he couldn’t be the biggest peacock around when he wanted too. Athena just let out a heavy sigh before taking her brother’s hand and leading him away to a more quiet spot. She found a bench for them to sit on and she took both of his hands, giving them a squeeze. “Lark, I love you, you’re the most gentle person in our family with is sorely needed. So know I say this because I think you need to hear it…” She made sure he was looking right in her eyes. “You’re reason for breaking up with Ruairi is bullshit.” She saw the tears in his eyes and pulled out some tissues, “I figured there would be a few broken hearts tonight,” she explained. 

Letting him take a second she continued. “Look– I can’t say I get it at all Lark. I can just say that the whole ‘I have to be away from you to protect you’ thing doesn’t make any sense. If someone wanted to hurt you they could still do it through Ruairi. That jerk Crane knows you’re a softie,” she didn’t like saying his name. “So just… get back together,” she said as if it were that simple.

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Lark loved Athena so much and a part of him did relax when she tried to calm him down. Even when she said the breakup was bullshit, a part of him agreed with it and she did have a point. As long as he still loved Ruairi he would always be at risk of being hurt through him. And the problem was that he couldn’t imagine himself ever not loving him anymore. Athena’s argument was convincing. However, when she says that they should simply just get back together, he can feel the frustration start to boil over. 

“Lord, Thenes, you say that like it’s so easy. You seriously can’t see why it’s not? Has being in your perfect new relationship really blinded you so much?” His breaths get shaky again as the conflicting feelings clash inside him, “I still don’t know what’s best for him. A huge part of me feels like I still don’t deserve him or that he at least deserves something better than what my life entails. Anyway, even if I did try to get back with him, how could he trust me anymore? I’ve hurt him so badly and I-- I just don’t know how he could possibly want me back after that.”

[lance-a-lark]

kenxmatsui​:

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“It’s a breakup,” Ken emphasized, “It’s inevitable, nothing lasts forever.” Ken wanted to take a moment to think why he cared enough to engage in a conversation with his again, first time could be excused as having some fun and it had been, but now? Nothing solid came to mind, seeing Lark still hung up made him more annoyed than anything and his miserableness brought Ken’s own mood down. Brow quirking up at his question, “Where’s the accent, your highness?” he laughed, to be fair it was still there, but not in the pronounced way that made it fun. not in a way that Ken could make fun off, “Or does it only come out when your drunk? But yes, you should consider yourself extremely lucky. Do you have any other plans that don’t include moping these three days?”

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“Yeah maybe to you. It wasn’t just a breakup to me though. Clearly you wouldn’t understand.” Lark curled away from the man. “I believe it would last forever if my life was any different,” he mumbled resentfully, “the cards just have never been in my favor.” Ken made Lark wonder what it was about vampires that made them all so insufferable. He got along with most people, but so many vampires he knew seemed to make it their life’s mission to get under his skin. Maybe with Ken things would have been different if they’d met when Lark wasn’t at his lowest. “What are you on about? Is my accent that much thicker when I’m plastered?” He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well, forgive me if I don’t feel particularly lucky. And no. Seeing as I hardly want to be here, no I don’t have any other plans.”

[lance-a-lark]

swearonstars​:

@lance-a-lark​ 

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Reina could only imagine what Lark must be going through. Her own heart practically a mess too at the thought of Ruairi being trapped in there. It had barely been a day since she had convinced him to leave the SAD Room and go dancing with her in attempt to help him smile or have some fun since the break up and yet it felt an eternity given what they had all just endured. But, as much as she wanted to give the siphoner space to ride out of the wave of emotions that were clearly taken him through the ringer right now, she knew that they needed him. So, Reina did what she did best. She shoved her own feelings of pain and anguish down as she cautiously approached the man’s side. “Hey Lark?” She offered up. Her voice no more than a soft and calming murmur as she spoke. “You ready? Because I know we could really use your help right about now.”

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Today had been turbulent waves of emotions, mostly overcast by sheer panic and regret. But Lark had let the waves wash over him and pass and now the only remaining emotion was rage as he was prepared to burn this whole island down to get to Ruairi if he had to. Luckily enough, siphoning the barrier would probably be the more successful way get that done. Never again did he ever want to feel this helpless, too weak protect the people he loved, always needing to be protected by them instead. Now he was ready to fight. Sniffing up any leftover sorrow as Reina approached him, he cleared his throat and straightened up. “I’ve never been more ready for anything. We’re getting our people out of that castle alive. I’m know you’re likely concerned I’m not ready for this, but I need to be one of the first people in that castle. That barrier spell is incredibly powerful, if I help siphon it, I’m certain I’ll be able to hold my own.”