@osowareru // starter call
Damien was returning back to his apartment in Golden after a particularly long day when he spotted her. He was in complete disbelief at first, because there was just no way. But it was her, on the street opposite to him—pink hair, pointy ears, and a black gothic dress, just as he remembered seeing her last.
Elegant and beautiful Lucid. Also totally fucking nutters Lucid.
Was she also dead? Lotus had mentioned that a lot of the city’s residents were living when they were brought here, but given the state that he and Lotus were in, the Maple Alliance had probably got to her, too.
Honestly, Damien never knew what to feel about her. She was difficult to talk to, believing in her own delusions, but were many times when she was normal enough.
At the same time, he often cared about her against his own better judgement. He didn’t know why she made him feel that way. Was it because they had become commanders at around the same time, and he had no other peers?
Damien briefly considers going the opposite way. He doesn’t know if he wants to see her right now, not when he hadn’t sorted out his own troubles yet.
But seems like she’s already spotted him, too.
color her surprised any recognizable faces existed in a sea of isolans --
what was supposed to be an otherwise lonely eternity in the wake of her
failure is a heart-warming reunion at it’s best. previous plans to give up
her exploring for the day &. return to her home are halted dead in their
tracks at the sight of a particular halfbreed demon, mainly due to how much
she prefers the likes of him to.. say, the spider or one of the older men .
may the great one be merciful &. allow them to rot in their graves....
assuming arkarium is dead, that is .
( she never cared enough to keep tabs on his escapades;
but for peace of mind she’ll pray he stays a million miles
from this ‘paradise’ they’ve stumbled upon, for damien’s
sake if not her own . )
‘ and what a wonderful world this is if even the wolf pup exists here . surely not what we were promised , but i can’t completely say i HATE it aside from my repressed powers. still, beggars were not born to be choosers -- we’ve retained our lives , and that’s miracle enough for me . you agree , don’t you ? ’
she wastes no time to cut across &. approach all-too eager -- completely
animated in her stride as fingers lace together &. rest ever-so lightly against
her right cheek. her smile, too, is unsettling as always -- but the tag of nuts was
never far off the mark . you’d be surprised what being trapped in ice for as long
as she was can do to a person’s mental state .
‘ ---- but i digress. i rather missed your pouting face , damien . even though you’ve been freed of your chains and have matured oh-so much, i’m glad some things never change . ’
