#lucco

[mikec137]

Basel, Switzerland, October 2022

[kamy-wang]

Vivi & Lucco- Character Concept

[alecgrosso]

looking for like-minded individuals who also love frogs riding beetles please

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE4qb2J3y4U

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Nada no mundo, gata, traz a paz que cê me trouxe!

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[oasis-fr]

Loretober No. 30 : Illusions

CW: blood, death, unreality/hallucinations

Lucco pressed a firm, comforting hand to Ciavana’s back, saying nothing as she fought through a piercing migraine in her skull. He knew nothing he said or did could relieve it, so he merely reminded her that he was still there, ready to hold her when she was ready.

Finally, as it passed, Ciavana collapsed into the stoney flank fo her mate. “I saw it again,” she panted. “Massive roots, cracking the world open like an egg--”

“It’s worse than before,” he murmured. She nodded, unshocked. He continued, “Do you still see the blood?”

“Always,” she whispered. The Tundra pressed her thumb into the meat of her paw and frowned. “It doesn’t wash off. I smell it, too, even when we sleep.”

“Have you asked Shimyra--”

Ciavana twisted to snarl at Lucco. “She will never understand what we’ve gone through. She enjoys the fruits of our labor and is grateful for none of it!”

The Guardian grimaced against the sudden abuse. Ciavana paused, then softened, leaning back into her beloved. “I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I still... I miss him. I miss Meir.”

“I know,” he rasped, voice cracking. As he put put his arm around his mate, his claws suddenly seemed wet with gore, and Ciavana -- beautiful, merciless Ciavana -- suddenly looked much more like his stone-faced daughter. He closed his eyes against the illusion and tried not to let his discomfort show. “I miss him, too.”