#fl.irted.

[lukaxradcliffe]

It had been a while since he had been in such rough shape (an understatement), and he wondered if it had ever been this bad before. He was too tired, too much in pain to care about the impression he made on his roommate now, and only set the basket of clean laundry at the foot of his bed before promptly falling face-first on top of the mattress which was, apparently, not a good idea. "Do we have ice?" he asked, voice muffled by the sheets.

Lukas looks up from his composition sheet as Steven stumbles into the room. Fencing must have been rough because, ouch, haven’t seen the guy like this before (or this roughed up in general). He places his pencil on his desk and silently watches as the latter falls onto his bed with a muffled thud. It must have been really bad. He flinches at the sound of Steven’s voice-- tired and drained. Damn, it really was bad. “Uh,” he pushes himself up and looks around the room, opening their fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. “We have… a cold water bottle?” He hands it to the poor boy. “It’s half frozen? That count as ice?” 

He rubs the nape of his neck, unsure of what to say or how to coax his roommate. “Er, was today’s practice really that bad?” He kneels to the ground and props his chin on top of the mattress. “You’ve never... really come back this... bad?”

[lukaxradcliffe]

“This isn’t a fairytale.”

send a sentence for my muse’s reaction.

He pauses mid-song and looks up at the girl. Serenade attempt number twelve is a failure it seems, he’s never been serious about it anyways. “Of course it isn’t a fairytale,” he smiles, “nothing is a fairytale.” Never has he believed in them, fairytales are lies. Lies people use to delude themselves to believe in happy endings, filling the heads of children with fantasies and wonder. 

“I’m assuming you didn’t like my song, though.” He laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck. “That’s cool, not many do anyways.”

[lukaxradcliffe]

“I saw you with her.”

send a sentence for my muse’s reaction.

It’s not unusual for the two of them to sit in the courtyard as Lukas plays soft tunes on his guitar. It’s a comfortable silence that he needs often. He’s a loud and talkative person, but sometimes he just needs that silence. 

However, he hadn’t expected it to be broken in such a way. 

He stares at Alexa wide eyed, coughing and wheezing (he choked on his own spit, why must this happen). This is honestly not something he expected to come up between the two of them, he doesn’t even know who she was referring to. “Who are you referring to?” he asks once his coughs subsides. “There’s plenty of girls I’m around, like Lili, you, Steven’s sister, the ones I try to win with my amazing singing.” He pauses, trying to shift through the many faces of girls he’s interacted with recently. Oh, there’s her. “Wait, a-are you talking about my ex? She just came to visit, I think.”

[lukaxradcliffe]

loaded question

put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox

9. can we talk?

There’s a grim expression of her face and he can’t help but to frown slightly. What was there to talk about? Had he done something wrong again? Surely he hasn’t, it’s been a week since his last fuck-up. A smile easily forms on his face-- it doesn’t reach his eyes (it never has). He nods, “sure! Watcha wanna talk about with me?”

[lukaxradcliffe]

loaded question

put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox

38. What do you think about my parents?

“Have I ever met your parents?” He asks, blinking slightly and briefly confused. It’s an odd question to be asked by a girl (a rather pretty one too!) and he isn’t sure how to take it. However, the baffled expression is replaced with a lopsided grin. “Is this some sort of proposal? Or are you asking me to meet your mum and dad?” He laughs. “A bit silly, but I believe that’s impossible~ I’d probably get killed by your dad, maybe?”

[lukaxradcliffe]

loaded question

put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox 

23. have you stopped cheating? 

He scrunches his nose and looks at the boy curiously. He doesn’t ever recall cheating, or even being in a relationship (he really should know that). “What’re you talking about, Em? Cheating, I’ve never-- oh.” He’s talking about that cheating. He gives a hearty laugh and pats Emrys’ back, ignoring the small frown given upon contact. “You kiddin’ me? I’d never cheat off your assignments, yeah sure, other classes, but not advanced writing.” He grins, seemingly proud of who knows what. “I’m actually passing that class.”

[lukaxradcliffe]

Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?

(` he blinks at the boy, opens mouth then closes. what the fuck ) Are we talking about  pictures or is this...? Why are you-- (` pauses and pouts, ponders on what he’s-- fuck, that’s what he meant  ) Wait a minute-- are you bloody shitting me? That’s... that’s... are you a cannibal? 

[lukaxradcliffe]

☯ :Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?

in depth headcanon prompts.

Lukas doesn’t believe in that simply because he thinks that notion is silly and that the world can’t be dictated by something like that. For every good there’s an evil, for every darkness there’s a light-- he doesn’t believe in any of that. He believes that there’s more than dark and light, evil and good, there’s more than two sides to everything.