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🌙 Luxe and Lunacy - 🔞 ~ a villain's romance 💋 — 𝔏𝔬𝔲𝔵 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 aka: Sygil Loux —

Hi, yes, this was given a very needed glow up. Those dots in the moon may also be an arm of my galaxy map. :B

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Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 20: Stay

Looking for a sense of stability with him, but he seems busy with post-heist things. Mood Music ⏬ Stephen - Stay (ft. Lindsey Cook) Intro - In The End | Ch.19 - Never Done This | Ch. 20 - Stay | Ch.21 - Break The Ice

The adrenalin crash hit hard, but I still managed to dream a little. It looked like I was in a beautiful wild world where the mountains rolled with an almost magenta fog, glowing with two suns on the horizon. I focused closer to myself and clusters of what looked like fiery orange lilacs caught my eye only slightly faster than the dark indigo leaves that shimmered with the light. The clouds stretched all the way to the earth I sat upon and I moved my hands through what swirled like smoke. The soil looked black where the moss didn’t reach, rich with life. I heard running water, and moved to stand, only to awaken in my seat. ___ I stared ahead, disoriented and wondering how much time had passed. The ship was parked in what seemed to be a spaceport garage, but Vee hadn’t left yet, “You need a doctor,” I reminded him. “Good morning to you too,” he replied, while stiffly gathering up his things. The energy in the cabin was somehow excited and tense at the same time. Sure our heist was successful, but I was from a race of empaths and something about him seemed off, and not in a pained sense. “Now what?” I asked, getting up to follow with a grin, though my gaze was cautious.

“We’re in a storage rental,” He didn't look at me, choosing to give the ramp controls and his jacket all of his attention, “Once I get in contact with my buyers, we split our winnings and you find a life for yourself.” Is that what was unnerving me? I frowned, “But- we’re a good team?” He sighed, seeming annoyed he had to explain himself, though at least he looked at me this time, “You were an in. Now you're free, and will have plenty of cred to get you on your feet.” The oxygen seals hissed while I stared at him, “But...” He turned again, starting down the ramp in his bloodstained jacket, “Come on. This place is well traveled and there's lots of folks in the ship trade. We’ll find you something with a living area and you’ll be good to go.” I stared quietly at the panels in front of me, my mind spiraling for a moment before I followed him to the ledge, scowling, “No,” I stated with as much confidence as I could muster. He looked back at me, seeming taken aback by my directness, “No?” “No,” I responded, holding the confidence but letting my tone soften ever so slightly. His hand moved up to rub his forehead in frustration, “Alright, what do you think you want; you want all the goods? Is that it? To pull it out from under me?” “I want to stay... With you.” His hand left his face and he looked at me, dark eyebrows furrowing as he appeared to inspect me with his own scowl. Then he straightened and crossed his arms, “No.” My heart was in my throat, expression melting with the fantasy I’d formed around us. I couldn't respond, I had no response, but my mouth opened with the urge to. He continued to observe my reaction with a steeled expression, his head tilting ever so slightly as if subtly urging me to push. Finally, but frantically, I forced out the words, “I’ll do anything.” He pinched his lips together disapprovingly before sighing. “You need a stronger backbone,” he stated bluntly, gesturing for me to follow, ”And if you’re sticking around, you're getting a bot to keep an eye on you. No questions.” My grin came back and I blurted a “Yes sir!” as I rushed to follow him further, noticing then that the jump engine wasn't with us, “What happened to the big thing?” “Not here,” he said, of course, while heading toward the door opposite where the ship had entered. He pointed to the door to our left, “That’s a rental room. Occupy yourself with the holofeeds or something while I’m gone.” I sighed and started for the indicated door, only really realizing how much blood I’d accumulated upon catching my reflection in it. I looked for the bathroom from there, hoping it’d at least have better towels than the last place. Thankfully, these rooms were relatively clean, but not devoid of staining in the corners; and the bathroom had both clean, dry towels and tiny soaps, which I used to wash the blood from my hands first, not wanting to leave a mess while I went through the drawers and cupboards for what I had to work with. Finding nothing extra, I used the tiny shampoo that waited for me in the standing shower, and the bar of soap I took from the sink. While I washed, I tried to think of what to expect of the outside world. How different was the trade? What do normal people do with their lives? Could I learn any of that from the holofeeds? How far from Gorm’s star had we even gotten? It was only as I was lathering that I realized my collar was missing, and like missing a tooth, I kept impulsively reaching for where it should have been, anxiously drawn to the empty space. Once clean, I stepped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went directly to the screen in the main room. I was much too curious to dry off in the bathroom when I could be figuring things out. I had to at least keep up and I couldn't do that without information. I spun through channels, looking for someone facing the screen specifically; those were usually news adjacent which, theoretically, would have to say something about the location at some point. I dried myself while I listened and, frustratingly, came to the conclusion that even though they spoke in common, nothing they named sounded familiar. I was just as confused as I’d been upon entry, just cleaner. ___ I saw him enter the garage before he saw me, the window doing its job of letting guests keep an eye on their cargo. He was carrying a box that seemed to be full of some kind of techy junk so I met him at the door, opening it for him, “What’s that?” “For you, after I make sure all the bugs are squashed.” he said as he entered, going directly to the table. I peeked around him and into the box as he set it down, “A bot?” He pulled out a tech screen, “And a window to all the information you can think of. So-” He pulled it away as I’d unconsciously begun to reach for it. “After I make sure the coding is safe. You’ll have a thing to learn life shit on.” I nodded, pulling my hand back and holding it with the other, “What about your back?” He huffed, “The bullet was removed, the hole was resealed with fresh Vyta foam, and the top was covered with a Second Skin pad. You can relax.” I nodded again. The second skin meant he wouldn't need to have it looked at again for a while and time was all that was left for his healing. He looked past me to the screen, then focused back on setting out the tech, “We’re south-east of the core on a star map. Gorm is east-east. Direct to the core makes it-” “Easier to be tracked,” I finished for him, my hand drifting back to the empty space over my collar bone. “Yes. And your collar was thrown out an air lock.” he added before sitting at the table and focusing on the tech, “Watch whatever on the holo, I don't need silence to focus.” I nodded and took that as my sign to return to the couch. Besides room service bringing us food, the rest of the day was spent trying to occupy myself with shows while he did his tech thing. I may have also fallen asleep there out of a mix of boredom and wanting to stay in the same room.

Trying to do Inktober this year!🌙 Drawings so far based on Luxe and Lunacy.

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Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 9: Drive

He takes her on a mission, they talk, and she says too much. Mood music ⏬ Halsey - Drive Intro - In The End | Ch.8 - Angel Eyes | Ch.9 - Drive | Ch.10 - How Do You Like It

After a quick exchange at the front desk, where he picked up another package - that looked suspiciously like the cooler from the day before - we headed out of the building; his pace quickening to his vehicle to the point I found myself needing to hold his arm to keep up. I couldn't tell if he expected to be shot or was just in a hurry, and his driving didn't clear it up either. He wasn't a careless driver per-se but jerked the vehicle around traffic in a way that made me assume he only drove alone. “Are we late fer somethin?” I asked, holding tight to the door. He glanced at me, then back out the windshield, evaluating the question and the movement of the vehicle before smoothing his driving out, “Right, passengers.” he said in a playful tone, “Not late, but on a schedule.” I nodded at the same time my stomach decided to growl, then shrunk in my seat, blushing.

“Yea, yea, food first.” he said with a light chuckle, pulling up to a microphone on a window and giving it his attention, “Spiced Kine, just brown it, a 2, Citrus juice and Dark Caffe.” he said before using his Comcard to pay the bot. It responded with a chime before the meal was passed out in a basket by a mechanical arm. He took the food bag and passed it to me, “Hold this a sec,” he said before retrieving the cups to put them in holders so we could pull away from the window. Once he found a space out of the way, in a nearby motel lot, he parked, did something with his Comcard, and took the fiber bag back to pull out a wrapped chunk of meat. He passed everything else back, “the rest is yours.” he said, taking the paper off the top of his to eat it like a candy bar, careful not to mess up his suit. Accepting the package back, I took my turn to look inside, pulling out a box of some sort of fried prawn and yam chips; way more flavor than I was used to, “This smells amazing,” I marveled, picking at the chips first; they would cushion anything in the frying mix. “Don’t get too excited. It’s cheap.” he said, starting on his own meal while pulling back into traffic, heading directly toward the big highway. “So. I see you’ve been climbing.” he said, trailing off with a quick glance in my direction, seeming to expect an explanation. I tucked the chip in my cheek to answer quickly, “Not intentionally.” He hummed, ruminating on the response till I was done chewing and reaching for another chip, “Explain.” I hesitated, nibbling on the edge of the chip nervously while I tried to find an angle to explain it from, “He wants me to keep the spirits in his throne room up. Or people distracted. Cause I’m less obvious or something.” He nodded, going quiet while he ate. Recalling the delivery he made the day before, I stopped eating and frowned, “About the hands...” He stopped chewing to glance toward my face, probably trying to get a feel for my thoughts on the matter, “Right, you saw that.” He stated as he looked away, “They’re in the back seat.” I twisted to look at the cooler before turning back to him, “Why?” He shrugged, weaving around a bit of traffic, “Urgu said hands, I brought hands.” My eyebrows furrowed at him and I grazed on more chips while psyching myself up to ask more; eventually repeating him with, “Explain?” He gave a smirk, “It’ll be a message to the mine’s old owner. A bouquet of his Right-hand’s right hands. Your master is trying to move up in his own world.” he explained. I sat quietly, taking the thought in while I ate, pausing to ask, “Any ideas on the burnt one?” He shook his head, “Some of the miners got free. I assume it’s related.” I nodded and we both fell silent, picking at our food. He finished first, crumpling the paper and dropping it in the vehicle’s garbage processor before drinking from his Caffe, “What do you think of it?” he asked, before clarifying, “The burnt one.” After a slight apprehensive whine I responded, “Seen it before.” I replied between fried prawns. “Oh?” he asked, sounding genuinely caught off guard but keeping his eyes on the vehicles around us, “Where? How?” I gave a bit of a wince at the original memory before deciding to skip those details, “Looked like an Umbra burn. Power source woulda been another person.” He went silent, dark eyebrows pinching together as he nursed his Caffe. Worried he might start thinking I was trying to fool him, I added softly, “I know people don't always believe it's a thing, but I have seen it.” He shook his head, “No, I know. Kindred are a nuisance. It’s probably how some of the miners got out too.” he said, going quiet again. I found myself staring out the window at passing lights, we were quite a ways in the air. The silence gave me long enough to finish what I could of my food before setting the leftovers in the bag on the floor and giving my own drink some attention. “Hey,” he said, tossing a fuzzy blanket at my head, “Slide down your seat a bit. You’ll be a good alibi so we can’t have you seen here.” I nodded and put my cup in the holder so I could curl into the floor space without spilling, pulling the blanket over my head so I could still see him. I could feel us starting to descend and weave around build-mounds, probably approaching his destination and needing cover which was found when we turned into a tunnel. He spun the vehicle in place to settle into park facing the exit, wasting no time in pushing his seat back to reach into the storage for what ended up being a long black fur vest with a hood, a black skull mask detailed in red, and leather gloves. He shrugged the vest over his clothes and pulled the gloves on; the hood, once up, distorted the appearance of his horns. He flashed me that smirk before putting the mask on and reaching back for the cooler, pausing to look at me as he rested it in his lap, “Wanna see before I go?” he asked, patting the cooler; I could hear his grin. I stared at him, it was definitely not a question I expected to get, but, “I uh… Sure?” I was curious! I could feel his amusement second hand as he wordlessly popped the lid open. I don't know what I expected, but it definitely wasn't five-hands-tied-at-the-pinky surrounded with actual carnivorous flowers, even if he did call it a bouquet. My eyebrows came together as I realized what I was looking at and couldn't help but give a soft snort of laughter, “It’s a hand-off.” He busted out laughing, clearly caught off guard by my joke, and I took to grinning ear-to-ear at the accomplishment. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” he said playfully after settling down, as if he wasn’t the one delivering body parts. “Wait here,” he added before climbing out of the vehicle to take the cooler somewhere. I stayed there, on the floor, in the blanket, with nothing but my thoughts and my juice, so naturally my mind wandered; Why hasn’t he made a move on me? Am I not good enough? What if I made the first move? Why does he keep me around if not for… the more time passed, the more my thoughts spiraled into, What if he doesn’t come back? As if on cue, the vehicle chimed, started up, and began driving itself, prompting me to peek out of the blanket. My heart was racing, I didn’t know where I was or where this vehicle was taking me but after making its way around what felt like a rather sharp turn, Vee climbed in. “That went well,” he said in a jokey tone as he closed the door. He wrestled himself free of his disguise as we sped off. “Oh?” I asked. “It went as expected, left the package at the drop point, no fireworks.” he said with that confident smirk. All these red flags and I still found myself saying, “We could kiss.” That smirk faltered as he looked at me, clearly unsure of how he wanted to respond, “You don't get that enough?” he finally asked as he took the wheel and turned the autopilot off. I looked down at my drink, not sure how to respond to his counter, so I sipped at the juice sheepishly. His emotions had muted so I couldn't really sense enough to guess the thought processes behind his rebuttal. I didn't know what to do with these emotions, let alone communicate them. “Well?” he pushed. I panicked and pulled the blanket over my head, “Not from anyone I like,” I squeaked. He was quiet and I felt the vehicle turn, prompting me to peek out again. His jaw appeared to clench and relax as he considered the revelation, his uncertainty palpable. An e-cig was pulled from his jacket pocket so he could take a long drag before finally speaking again, making the cabin smell of Bakko and cotton candy? “I show you severed hands and you’re still interested,” he seemed to be talking to himself, no doubt taken aback by my lack of sensible priorities. He glanced to me and I pulled the blanket back over my face in time to feel the vehicle come to a stop and settle into park, “You can stop hiding, we’re here.” “Here?” I asked, emerging from the blanket again and moving to look outside; we were at the motel we’d parked at earlier, “Is this-?” “Don’t get excited. It was the most obvious place to take you on record. We’re already signed in. Bring the garbage; gotta make it look like we’ve been here a while.” he said before getting out and heading for the room. I nodded, grabbed up the bag and empty cups, and followed.

I MADE A THING [also put it on redbubble cause I CAN]

the eye is funny, you’ll find out why later

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Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 24: Come For Me

Fight AND flight. Mood music ⏬ Halsey - Ghost Intro - In The End | Ch. 23 - Ghost | Ch. 24 - Come For Me | Ch. 25 - Guest Room

He was really gone. I was really alone. The deepest sadness washed over me and the laughing around me stopped. They would have felt something akin to a heavy dread in the pits of their stomachs.

“You feel that?” they asked each other in uneasy tones.

There was a hesitation as they checked the surroundings, “Something’s up, let's jet.”

There was a unanimous agreement and I was dropped in a heap with the trash before they started toward the street. Tears streaked my face as I pushed through the fog, clinging to the emotion with clenched teeth. A spark to the flame of a lifetime of buried rage lit in my belly and somehow burned through the last of the drug’s effects. I’d make them regret targeting me.

I grabbed something solid from the trash beside me, a plank, and left my slip-ons behind in favor of a more silent step. They didn't get to the street before I had begun my retaliation.

Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 23: Ghost

Left alone in a strange place, she panics and finds herself somewhere she doesn't want to be. 🚨 TW: Drugging and almost SA 🚨 Not graphic but also it was hard to write so giving heads up in case it's hard to read. Take care of yourselves <3 Mood music ⏬ Halsey - Ghost Intro - In The End | Ch. 22 - Queen Of Nothing | Ch. 23 - Ghost | Ch. 24 - Come For Me

I stared at the door as the idea that he might not return began to sink in, time slowed to a crawl around me. How long were cycles here anyway? What do free people even do? I tore myself away from the door to investigate the fridge; surely he’d be back if it wasn’t empty, right?

I crossed the kitchen and pulled it open, tentatively relieved to see several cuts of different meats - bloody but contained, with a jug whose label claimed it held blood on the top shelf; I’d seen worse around Gorm. Besides that, there were several meal boxes with Faezic on the labels, and citrus cartons, clearly for me. He’ll be back - I reassured myself - meat doesn't keep forever.

Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 22 - Queen Of Nothing

They stop off at a place that could be "home," her bot is set up, and a fear becomes real. Mood Music ⏬ Elliot Lee - Queen of Nothing Intro - In The End | Ch. 21 - Break The Ice | Ch. 22 - Queen Of Nothing | Ch. 23 - Ghost

Once we’d pulled into a port and parked, he put his jacket on my shoulders and took the box, before having me follow him out. I fidgeted my arms through the sleeves and hooked my arm with his the moment I had the space, using him as a lead so I could relax my eyes enough to focus on my peripherals. I felt observed but was able to keep calm so long as I felt alert and prepared. I listened to Vee talk with the garage guy and reflexively produced appeasement scents.

They talked like there was familiarity but they seemed to speak in code, “There's more where that comes from if you can get that shit buried,” Vee stated, “Oh, and might want to sell the ship in parts,” he added before we headed out of the room.

“Is that-” I heard the man start to ask before Vee interrupted.

He simply said, “Blight,” and the man dropped the topic. The bot chirped.

I wondered quietly what the bot could do that shut the guy up so fast, but no matter how much I wanted to ask, I suspected that anything could be bugged and held the question in. I wasn’t given a reason to believe otherwise either, so instead of asking, I found myself eyeing the bot more as we made our way to the ground floor.