#lucas 01.

[cicran]

Person: @howlinglucas Location: Near the statues of the 6

He knows exactly who it is before he gets a good look at his face. It’s all said in the way his head is bowed, shoulders slumped as he stands before Marisol’s statue. He’s there for the same reason, to see her. “You don’t ever really expect it to happen.” Ciaran says almost absently to the wolf as they stand there, his hands clasped behind his back. The likeness on the statue to Marisol Velasco is perfect and there’s this pang in his chest upon seeing it every time. “It happens to everyone and yet we’re never really ready.” They never had enough time, he figured the son of the reaper he’d held in high esteem agreed with the sentiment.

[aureamoretti]

Person: @howlinglucas Location: Girl the city ruins, the ruins She moves through the city quickly, helping those she can here and there and trying to lead survivors to either higher ground or one of the many base camps. Her tone is sharp and commanding, there's a lot of gesturing involved, but it's out of urgency. The city is burning, this is what she actually imagines hell to look like. And yet for all the people she saves, she thinks about the wolves left in Rome, the Lupo pack that she'd listened for on her walks near the forest, so she's not surprised to find one. She is surprised to find him covered in blood from finger to elbow, completely feral. This is not one she wants to stumble upon and yet she's only a few feet from them, eyes wide and muscles tense as they make eye contact.