luckymcnamara
Adroit. He’d always had a knack for manipulating people since he’d been a child, a quirk in his lips easy to sway candies out of the hands of other children and coin from the wallets of relatives. However, it hadn’t been enough for him, never had. Soon enough, he had people ripping their own hearts out for him and he knew an adoration that made him shiver with pleasure. Bodies opened to him, allowing him to climb inside and build a home, to ravage and ravage and ravage until he left nothing but dust.
Naivety something dangerous with him, and she had it. He loved that about Lucky, if he loved anything at all, and relished in her flushed cheeks and stammered speech. Orion saw a home in her, if home was a place you destroyed from the inside out, and maybe that was wrong, but he didn’t have the capacity to care. Calloused hands smoothed over his hair as he stood amongst a busied crowd which swarmed around him with weekend buzz, the dark brown hues of his eyes scrutinizing the faces past for one. Lucky.