angst marzio even if he gone,,,, ,, and dell 2'plz
▲ My muse’s dying words as yours holds them
True to form, it was even in death that Lacuna could bring herself to worry about those around her. The look on Marzio’s face was heartbreaking; she wanted nothing more than to give him a reason not to blame himself for the accident that would claim her life. Groping about the weapon protruding from her side, it didn’t help that it was his sword. With half-lidded eyes Lacuna gently placed her pale, delicate hands over his much larger ones reassuringly.
“This isn’t your fault… okay? Please.. don’t blame yourself..” Not even this could change the fact that he’d protected her for so long.
♥ My muse fatally injures yours
She’d never meant to take a life. The smoking gun in her hands suggested otherwise. It’d been only in a moment of intense desperation that Lacuna had even considered using it. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she had to act fast lest she never see Violet again save for behind bars. Unfortunately, Dell just so happened to be the only obstacle standing in her way.
“I don’t want to hurt you! Please, let her go!”
As an officer of the law he wasn’t about to take that threat sitting down. Breaking into a running tackle, it was by sheer chance that the moment they collided the dancer pulled the trigger. Struggling to break free of his weight, it didn’t take long for Lacuna to realize that she faced little opposition but gravity itself. No hands reached to pin down her arms, nor legs her waist. Gently nudging the man, she flipped Dell over to find the telltale stain that would haunt her for the rest of her life.