@nostalgiatm asked: “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” from luca 🤙
misc prompts for your feels || ACCEPTING
“ jeez ---- c’mon luca, you don’t need to be so dramatic. “
the weak attempt at a joke fell as flat as alberto had expected it to, but it was hard to make good quality jokes when the head of a harpoon was currently stuck in your BACK. it had all happened so FAST, really. after luca had saved alberto from the net, they had been making their escape, headed for the water, when ercole had thrown his harpoon. alberto hadn’t seen it coming, all he had felt was a sharp, sudden pain in his back like a punch, and the call of ercole’s hysterical laughter ringing in his ears, followed by giulia’s own horrified cry.
they had crashed past the finish line and onto the docks, plunging into the water, and it had been then that alberto had realized that something was terribly wrong, as had luca, the moment he had seen what was still protruding from his back. it had been with great difficulty that they had made it to the island, luca carefully needing to navigate them, finally having to half drag alberto up onto the pebble beach, where he collapsed, his legs too weak to continue moving on.
that was when luca had spoken, his panic and fear evident, and alberto looked up at him, managing a half smile through the pain that was radiating through his system. “ it.. it’s probably not as bad as it looks, y’know.. ” he swallowed thickly, glancing behind him, able to see the shaft of the weapon from where it was stuck. he felt cold, and he didn’t know if that was the shock beginning to set in, but his arms trembled, and he tried to keep his breathing even.
“ i um.. i might need a little.. a little help with this, luca.. ”
for a moment, he was silent, trying to keep himself from falling apart completely, unwilling to let the panic set in. he was struggling to hold himself up by his arms, lifting his head to look at luca again, uncharacteristically serious for once as his tail moved weakly behind him. this felt important. he HAD to say this. he needed to.
“ i don’t regret coming back. i just.. i wanted to protect you. “ he let out a laugh, but there was no humour in it, bright green eyes watery, full of tears. regrets. fears. things he never got to say but wanted to. he wanted to force the bravado, to act as though it were fine.. but the words felt stuck in his throat. “ i’m SORRY, luca. ”
