Augh, I cant fucking believe their shitpost was right
For those unaware, I'm Luce, you might have seen me after i hijacked @cryogonalsmelody 's blog for a while.
I have two pokemon, Carnis and Irene, an albino Lopunny and a Shiny Buneary. Carnis is often called 'the murder lopunny' by my friends.
She/he/they rotating is prefered but she/her also works well. Always use feminine adjectives for me. Just became Were-lopunny thing, thus the username. I reverted back in the morning but im sure its not the last time.
I will be postin about my oc occasionally, my pokemon and the stupid shit i do with my friends on a daily basis.
Icon is of my oc White Rabbit, made from this picrew. Link
I'll simpify and make this shit pretty later on, i am lazy atm
Btw please block #suggestive if you dont wanna see that stuff or are under 18. Now that im more comfortable on this site theres gonna be a bit more of that.
Hiii its @lalunes-pokestory-zone again here with ANOTHER oc of mine
Luce is an old magical girl oc of mine ive adapted to be for pokemon, her oc white rabbit is the original verison of the character.
I reccomend not following if you arent fine with discussions of alcohol and smoking, or to block #cw Alcohol and #cw smoking as luce does it a lot
Luce is 22, and fine with flirting as a joke with anons, occasionally will post suggestive content which will be tagged with #suggestive and possibly a community label. She is also fine with 18+ jokes just be careful
Heavily tied to Axel @cryogonalsmelody and Riff @unovahater56 (my friends blog)!
In character hate is encouraged. No transphobia is allowed however, its a quick way to get blocked by me.
do you know Why Luce ran off into the woods, Zara?
Its her escapism. Thats really all it is.
Bit of a longer post so...
It apparently started even before i knew her. When he was a younger teen they would disappear from home and sleep wherever she could. A little mini adventure to herself. His parents never reported them missing even when she was gone for a month at a time.
It was like they expected her to do it and just come back.
And usually when she comes back, he's usually a lot better. I think somehow theyve tricked their brain at some point to treat those periods of time as a moment of respite and time to reorganize everything, even if unbelievably dangerous.
I really don't understand the process, but I can imagine what ever got her all so stressed really does make her need to think things through before she tries to proceed. Some people can manage to do that in their own home. I don't think Luce has ever felt safe enough in a home to do that.
I don't know why they feel safer in nature than having four walls but if you had a upbringing like hers, wouldn't you like to make sure you're completely alone when thinking ahead?
I'm fine i just needed. Out of the house and if i went without it i know i'd get yelled at worse.
Just. Camping yk? I need fresh air and stuff.
Oh so much. I didnt forget my meds.
The plan is currently to spend most of my time staring at the nature around me during the day. Proccess some information. And saturday i get back to the swing of things.
// TW for: unreality, references to the fourth wall, injury
Silas prowled around, looking for the boy who he scared off. One question repeating in his head over and over again.
'How could you have done that to him?'
He didn't know the campus area too well, he knew the stairs, how to get in and out. He knew which door to come in from, but Lus knew the area better than him.
'We could wait for him. He has to come back eventually.'
No, he needed to make this right now. He started exploring the general area, seeing if anyone was also exploring some sign of commotion.
'He trusted us. He trusted us and we exploded on him. What kind of man does that? We're pathetic, he didn't deserve that, he doesn't deserve ANY of this.'
Pain, Silas glanced at his fists, painfully aware how acclimated to pain they were.
'Why me. He deserves better than me. Why couldn't someone better have grown attached to Lus.'
While he was caught in his self-loathing, a voice called out from somewhere nearby.
"Ugh, go away!"
Silas jerked his head upwards, hearing the voice. He was going the right way.
"Lus- Lus! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you that way, please."
He was at least talking at him. This was a good sign.
"Can't you just leave me alone?!"
His voice was coming from some place out of the way.
And footsteps, moving further away.
Silas picked up the pace, trying to follow the footsteps.
"I will, I will, I promise- I just- I need to know that you're okay first, I didn't…" Trailing off, he did mean everything he said, and that's why he felt so much like shit.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
He continued following Lus' voice, he didn't wanna lose him.
"Bullshit! Haven't you done enough already?!"
The footsteps sped up, off the usual path.
He listened to the sound of the footsteps, and treked forth. If he sprinted he might be able to catch up easier, but who knows how Lus would react.
'Fucking Spirits above Kid. We just wanna help you.'
The sound led around a corner, through an open gate.
The voice sounded more emotional, breaking.
"Why'd you have to come back? Maybe it would'a been better if you hadn't."
That one hurt.
There were times when Silas wondered that himself.
But, he continued, moving to Lus, through the open gate.
"I- I know you're hurting, I know you don't mean that. Please. I'm sorry."
His voice went quiet as Silas got closer, and the footsteps ceased.
It was more imbittered when it spoke again, just as he rounded the corner behind the building.
"I hate you."
That hurt for him to hear, a pain filled through his chest.
"I know, it's okay."
But as he approached, where he expected to find Lus—
It was empty.
He looked around, confused, maybe Lus was hiding?
'Where is there to hide. We heard him come out here.'
There was movement, slow but noticeable, behind a piece of greenery near the equipment.
"Lus? Lus, is that you? Hey buddy I'm- I'm so sorry for what I said, you can hate me you can cuss me out whatever just…"
He trailed off, worried, waiting to see if he'd come out.
But as he got closer, could see it more clearly, through the foliage, a single dark eye stared back.
"Y-You."
The stare, I, bore into him, the glint of metal through the leaves, dark burning into his vision.
Before it was gone.
Though the pressure, of eyes on his back, did not fade.
Silas spun around, he didn't know the intentions of the hunter, or if it was just the hunter.
Maybe Lus was around, maybe he could still find Lus if he hurried.
"You led me the wrong way."
When he whipped around, however.
What he was met with, across the space, was a spot of pitch black in the light.
A silhouette. That was getting closer.
Heart pounding, both of them, Silas growled and put his fists up.
"Both of you." A rush of adrenaline through his system, he had no chance, he had a decent idea how outclassed he was.
Before he even blinked it was right in front of him, inches from his face, white hair draped over too-human eyes. Out of place, incongruent.
It hurt to look at, it wasn't clear what he was even seeing, while dark-bright splotches spread across his vision.
It grinned with too-sharp teeth.
"No way out."
Silas growled again, reeling his fist back.
'Don't look at it.'
That was the reasonable thing to do, it felt wrong, being right in front of it felt wrong. So, he swung without a second thought.
His fist swept through it like smoke, as if nothing was even there, only hitting empty air. Until suddenly feeling icy breath on the back of his neck. It was gone, it was behind him, it was laughing.
A high, melodic sound, almost like a cackling animal, from nowhere in particular, everywhere or inside his own head.
He didn't look to the fox, parts of him were afraid to, reeling another fist back.
'Eheh, these… gotta land eventually… right??'
Another futile swing, all it did was hurt Silas' own body as he near threw his arm out.
No matter what he did, it didn't connect, it was there one moment and gone the next, the weight of it always on his back, but always out of reach.
Back a step, step, step.
There was some feeling in the air, something twisted and off-kilter.
And all it did was laugh.
He panted, getting increasingly frustrated.
"Mother Fucker." He pulled back and swung again behind him.
A seering pain burned up his arm, he felt his hand splinter and bones pop as his fist connected with a surface harder than his own body.
He seethed, his hand felt warm, it felt bad, it felt good. He wanted that monster dead and there was a part of him that enjoyed getting to work all those frustrations out.
He clenched his fist, and glanced behind himself.
He had hit the brick.
While his eyes were diverted—
A sudden pressure on his neck, claws nails claws, digging in, pressing him against the wall, and the cold press of sharp metal on his throat threatening to pierce—
His eyes widened, he breathing picked up as he raised his head.
This could be the end, the last thing he ever did was bring Lus to tears.
Silas waited, heartbeat pumping in his ears.
"… Why, lure me here, for this?"
It dug in, and in, against his windpipe, until it pricked blood.
And then the pressure disappeared, and he was dropped to the ground with a hard thud.
When he looked, it was like it was never there, except for the bleeding.
The air was still thick.
Silas felt at his throat, pulling his hand away and looking at the blood on it.
"… What- why?" He was easy prey then and there. He recalled what he knew about the pair and how they tormented Lus.
"Part of your game?" He inquired, looking around for the beast again.
It was unnerving, he was deeply outmatched. Though he was angry, that meant very little to something he couldn't even lay a finger on. He was being toyed with, he thought, he looked further.
"You're both here. Why? Surely one of you saw I did a fine job screwing it up myself."
A chuckling laughter echoed in his ears.
"Oh, are you sorry?"
It was right there. It was huge.
The proportions didn't make sense, no matter how much he looked at it, like a tall stretched shadow. It looked out of place with the environment, the light not working right. It tipped its head.
"Is the little monster having regret?"
The pressure in the air was heavy, eyes burning into him from every angle, the second stare circling where he couldn't see, like a cat that had cornered a rat.
Nowhere to run.
His breath felt shaky, everything felt wrong with that thing standing in front of him.
He averted his gaze for a moment, then tried to focus back on the fox. He felt sick to his stomach.
"I am. I did wrong by him, that boy doesn't deserve either of us monsters."
Its ringing laughter was almost painful to listen to.
It was in front of him, it was over him, the shape didn't make sense.
"You're fascinating, you know."
"He was terrified, and you did it anyway."
It leaned down, bending in a way that would've looked painful, looking him in the eye with that sharp grin.
"Whine oh woe is me, but you know what you did."
'He needed to hear it, he'll look back on it one day and be thankful.' A part of him thought, looking at that unnerving beast in front of him. But there was still the pain of not knowing if Lus would get the chance to look back that overwhelmed Silas even now.
"I know full well what I did, and I will continue hating myself for it. Why do you do any of this? Why are they helping?" He looked around for the hunter, he couldn't know for sure if they were still here or not.
I was.
And he would know, from the gaze burning into his flesh.
The creature tipped its head, shifting in an odd blurry way, like the seams of this intrusion on reality were coming undone. The air was suffocating so close to it. Almost crackling.
"What else is this for?"
"It's part of the game. And we all have our roles to play."
Silas barked, "He's a poor mother kid, he doesn't need to be playing your stupid fucking game."
His mother.
"What's gonna happen to her if you get your way?"
Again, animal-song laughter echoed in the air, in his head.
It tipped back on its heel, crossing its feet and tapping their chin in an almost childlike way.
"Oh the mother, the poor poor mother. Her poor broken heart, losing her only son."
"You know what will happen. You've seen her poor brother."
Would that really happen to her too? Did that mean Arthur had a face before, what had been taken from that family by these monsters.
'We can't let that happen.'
'It might be out of our hands now.'
His guts twisted, as he observed the beasts playful nature, it was infuriating. He wanted to tear this monster in half.
"And you two? On to the next poor sap after you're done with him?"
Again, laughter, throwing its head back.
It was close to him now, suffocatingly close, sending a spike of pain through his skull from looking at it that intensely.
They grinned.
"We've been here long before him, we'll be here long after, and after you."
Again, gone, as if in smoke.
"There's always another, so the story goes."
Not a reassuring answer, no way to stop those things. He didn't have the means to do so and he doubted anyone like him could.
He steeled his nerves, he didn't like looking at that thing but it was better knowing where it was.
"There's another one of you freaks, the ones who speak to me, know more than they should. How are they affiliated with you." 'The Watcher' as he referred to them. He knew nothing, but that they were the one who allowed actions to happen. He theorized they were the one looking through his thoughts and unanswered asks this past year.
For a moment, silence.
It wasn't clear where it was, but its voice rang out all the same.
"You're a funny thing. You have some things twisted, don't you?"
Across the space, it wasn't clear how far away, but there it was, a blotch on reality like the spots in his vision.
"Are they one and the same?"
"The fuckers who have been harassing me and the people I give a shit about, are they your fucking boss?" His face burned, his throat hurt, he shouldn't be here. Every fiber in his body was screaming for him to run as far away as possible, but another part of him needed answers.
Only a fool would think he could run regardless.
The glint of a spear, sharp teeth, sharp claws, the reminder.
Again, it cocked its head, low giggling laughter in his ears.
It was closer, and crossed its feet, giving an almost theatrical motion into a bow. The darkness, the distortion, trailed behind it like an after-image.
"What good is a show without an audience? What point of a play in an empty theater?"
So they weren't. Or, maybe they were. Given the beast's earlier statement. It was a confusing matter, one that just reignited the fire inside of him.
"Infuriating, just a show. Like I don't care about him with all my fucking heart." Pain, a longing for who would soon be gone, who was still gaining distance from him right now more than likely.
"What a shitty fighter, can't even put down a mutt without losing an eye." He was losing his cool, clenching his fists again, body shaking with rage.
"Why the fuck did you two draw me out here?"
Its eyes followed movement away from him, circling in tighter, as the tension grew heavier.
It cocked its head, and the air was difficult to breathe, chilled more than it should.
With too-human-too-sharp teeth, it smiled.
"To play the game."
"And for that poor, poor boy, all alone now."
It was leaning down, icy breath close to his face, and tipped up to look him in the eye through its long hair.
"You wouldn't trust a monster alone with him, would you?"
"It takes one to know one!" He cried out at the beast, reaching the end of his rope, fists shaking.
"You don't protect anyone, you're the entire reason he's hurting the way he is, that he's being tormented with that shit eating away at him, that he can't look his own Uncle in the eyes!" He pulled at his hair again.
"I might be a monster, but you're worse, you're far worse than I will ever be."
Its grin simply got wider.
And it laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
They didn't care, not one bit. Not about Lus, not about him, not even about the hunter they were paired with. It infuriated Silas.
His fists were shaking, he was panting as he stared at the beast.
'You're a demon. You deserve worse than death.'
He reared his fist back, and threw his entire weight into a punch straight in the fox's direction.
All the force.
Stopped in an instant, halfway.
By an impossible grip.
The momentum carried, knocking him off his feet, hanging by the hand, wrapped in the fox's claws.
Looming large, it stared down at him, the light and heat sucked away. Its face sliced into a smile, voice almost hissed in his ear.
"Awfully cocky, aren't we?"
It leaned closer to his face.
"I thought you would've learned this lesson by now."
He stared, angrily at the fox, breath picking up as he was lifted off of his feet. He couldn't pull away, he couldn't bare the suspense. All he could do was squirm in a futile attempt for freedom.
It seemed to take delight in it.
"All this bark, but it looks like the poor little wolf lost its teeth."
Darkness bled in around them like oil on water, but its unreal eyes still pierced into his soul. A low, chuckling laughter filled the air.
"I shouldn't be able to touch you. But your god has a very cruel sense of humour."
Its grip tightened around his hand, constricting the muscles, popping the bones, spiking pain.
It grinned.
"So listen well."
Feeling his bones pop and snap, it seered up Silas' arm, a screaming pain that he could barely begin to express through the wail of his own. His hand felt like putty as it was deformed by the fox's impossibly tight grasp, accompanied by the sound of bone being crunched like a bag of crackers.
An awful, disgusting noise.
Its face distorted into a a slow, sharp smile while he screamed.
A terrible rush of adrenaline washed through his system, a sickly concoction of chemicals that only added to the mix of emotions Silas felt, staring back at that monster's smile.
"Ghhhh- you. . . you Are a sick fuck."
Its head slowly tipped to the side with that too-sharp grin, practically in mockery.
And in a single swift motion, crushed his hand the rest of the way.
"G-GhhhaaAHHHHGHHHHHH!"
By that broken limb, he was lifted up, to meet their eyes.
He was shaking, body tense, eyes clenched as he collected his words. Mind muddied by broken bone and crushed sinew.
"What the fuck are you?"
That haunting face contorted into a sinister, delighted expression, eyes glinting.
Its voice was almost soft.
"Call me the Devil, if you like."
He was left hanging, staring into those horrible eyes, while the darkness distorted the world around him, suffocating, cold.
Until it all disappeared in a veil of echoed laughter.
Dropping him unceremoniously to the ground.
Silas fell to his knees, clenching his arm with the broken hand, seething he sat there, left to reflect on the fox's words, left to reflect on his mistakes today.
After.. everything that happened, it had gone basically the same. Who knows how long just spent staring at nothing, alone. While the others just made it worse.
So why should he even bother?
Either people were.. a lie, or proved him right.
Sinking deeper into the couch, he propped his laptop on his knees, trying to ignore the static that clogged his thoughts.
Even Jaxs— when he could dare to look at the guy.
Today, even, he'd left at some point that morning, and taken the pokemon, said something like, 'they need fresh air, they can't just wither in here like you'.
He'd.. even taken Dusky.
So Lus was alone.
It was all the same, every damn time.
And now he didn't even know what day it was anymore.
..When was the last time he even talked to his mother?
Suddenly, a knock at his door, a deviation from the routine he'd been used to.
"Hey, I need you to sign this package." A voice yelled out, Silas' voice. In his arms he coincidentally did have a package for Lus.
The noise nearly made him jump out of his own skin, and the voice, arc why did it have to be him? Of all the times.
With a heavy groan he shut his laptop, put it off to the side, and went to the door. Peeking through the window, it was him. Of fucking course. He didn't open the door, but spoke through it, "The fuck do you want? And why should I let you in?"
A pause for a moment, Silas holding up a plush of a sandile to the window.
"I'm here on family business, your family specifically, your Ma wanted you to have this guy." He stood there, halfway expecting to be turned away like Luce.
That made Lus pause. Shit, that was one he'd left at home, but he'd been obsessed with it as a kid. After stalling for a minute, looking between Silas and the sandile, he moved away from the window and opened the door.
Stepping aside, he kept his arms close when he let him in.
"Thanks for the invite. Oh yeah, she also brought me some food for you, was concerned you weren't eatin'." Sure enough he had a container in a plastic bag currently held in his other arm. As he walked in he looked for a countertop to place the bag, and turned to hand deliver the sandile to Lus.
"She's worried about you by the way."
He didn't really want to get too close to Silas, but Lus slowly reached out and snatched the sandile from him anyway. Holding it close to his chest, he tried to remember, fuck what was its name? Dune, that was it.
He had to look back up at Silas eventually, and kept huddled in on himself. "So she sent you of all people to play errand boy?"
"Yeah, she sent me of all people, cause someone ain't doing too dandy of a job communicatin' with her." There was an air of iritation in his voice, as subdued as he tried to keep it looking at Lus carrying that memento.
Holding Dune closer, he rolled his eyes a bit, looking at the floor. "Like that's any of your business." It wasn't quite a snap, but he didn't hide his own hostility. What, was he gonna get another lecture today?
He tried to move away, wandering closer to the counter, maybe change the subject. "What's in the bag?"
"Some grub. Again, from your Ma, so you can thank her that I didn't make you something cause you'd be faring even worse then." Silas gritted his teeth, his fingers twitching as he directed his focus to Lus'.
"She knows you well enough to know you ain't takin' care of yourself." Silas turned his stare away from Lus. Jaxs wasn't here? He hoped he wasn't already run off.
For a long second, Lus didn't say anything, just kept his eyes at the ground. Instead, he moved further away, looking in the bag to have an excuse. Combusken and pasta, yeah that tracked. Picking it up to put it in the fridge, he kept his back to Silas.
"That's not somethin' for her to worry about. I'm handlin' myself." A snip, short and sharp.
"Yeah, handling yourself. She's got eyes Lus, you're wastin' away and your body's screamin at you to take care of it." He scoffed, seeing Lus keep his back to him, not even gonna look the old man in the eyes as you're lying to him.
Lus's grip tightened on the handle, and he shoved his hand into his pocket, keeping his eyes averted. "I'm fine and it ain't any of your damn business. Why the fuck should you care anyway?" He could keep lying to his mother, she didn't need that. This was just insulting.
"Dumbass, you made it my business when your Ma got me to come over because you're avoiding her, it became my business when my friend- someone I give a shit about, started pushing us away." A slip of the tongue, one he might not have made if he was less agitated.
That made Lus snap back around to him, "Is that what you're fuckin' callin' me now?!" Really? He reflexibly held the sandile closer, getting nearer to him and snapping at the offense. "Can you fuckin' blame me?! When— ugh."
What, had he really just come here to lecture him?
"When what? When we were concerned about you? When we started taking you out for food and taking care of your pokemon?" Silas' words were getting a little more heated, even his quesions held animosity.
Lus just shook his head at that, glaring at him. "What, are you tryin'a make me feel guilty? This is what I'm fuckin' talkin' about!" Gesturing toward him with a forceful hand, Lus scowled. "The talkin' down to me, the never fuckin' seein' me unless someone else makes you!"
"You didn't even come here 'cause you wanted to, my mom told you to! It's all just big talk and callin' me shit behind my back, and then actin' like I'm the crazy one." He tipped his head to emphasize the point.
"What I'm trying to do is to stop you from making things worse for yourself. Your Ma wouldn't have even asked me to if you weren't being such a jackass to everyone." Silas met Lus gaze, getting increasingly irritated.
"What would you do if I visited more, treat me like Luce? What the fuck have you been calling her behind his back? You're an asshole to us Lus." Silas pinched his brow in frustation.
He was and he knew it.
Not like he was going to admit that to Silas.
"Why do you keep havin' to do this?!" His heart was in his ears, voice cracking. He dropped his hand to his side before cocking his head, but his desperation was clear through the snark. "And you're definitely helpin' your case, here, totally. Givin' me loads of reasons to trust you!"
Fuck, he wanted out of this. "Is this all you're gonna fuckin' do, every damn time?! Just talk my ear off like I'm seven?" Quickly looking around, he started trying to move towards the bedroom.
"I don't need you to fucking trust me, but I know a thing or two about throwing away everyone who cares about you and I don't want you to do the same stupid thing." It hurt, hurt a lot, Silas had seen Lus direct this anger to Axel to Luce, but it hurt feeling it towards himself for once.
Lus threw his head back, turning to him while he tried to get around Silas to hug the wall. What tauroshit."Yeah, 'cause you clearly fuckin' care about me, with how you treat me!" Just talking like he knew everything. "Just a fuckin' inconvenience, somethin' for you to put back in its place."
His hands balled into fists, the nails of his free hand digging into his palm, the frustration and desperation overtaking him. He couldn't fucking stand this. Hands shaking with emotion, he snarled up at Silas as he moved past.
"If I wanted to be fuckin' lectured by someone who thinks I'm a burden, I'd just go find the dick who abandoned us."
Storming to his room, he tried to slam the door behind him, to finally fucking leave and be alone.
A thud was heard, right behind Lus. It did not shut. Standing right there was Silas, having caught the door.
"You- dont know what the fuck you're talking about." Silas was seething, and he pulled himself through the doorway, staring Lus down, an intense anger in his voice and eyes.
"That fucker didn't give the smallest shit about any of you. You're the only one saying you're a burden here, not me."
It made Lus nearly jump, startled and left staring, backing several steps away. Shit he looked pissed. It took a second for him to speak, his throat clamping up when Silas had shoved through the door. "I I think I know what I'm fuckin' talkin' about– !" He was shaking, holding Dune tightly to his chest. "I can fuckin' see how you act– I'm not blind!"
"How the fuck am I acting? Am I telling my friends to fuck off when they come see me? Am I the one acting like a fucking kid?" He was burning up, nearly red in the face as he hollared at Lus. Staring down at the boy.
"You're the scared little boy running away from everyone who gives a shit about you. I didn't make any of those choices for you." He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, eyes clenching, throat burning as he retorted.
Any words Lus had died in his throat, left blinking and his breath quickening, a sting in his chest. He'd been right, of course he fucking was, just a kid, really–?
Certainly showing how mature you are, look at you.
He looked down at what he was holding, and what took over him was almost desperate, quickly moving two steps back and throwing the sandile away, it landing on his bed, and his heart was pounding. Looking back up at Silas, he struggled for words, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, and just choked out, "Just shut up!"
"Would your Ma be happy with how you're fucking acting? Everyone's gonna treat you like your sibling does at this rate." Silas growled out.
"SHUT UP!" Lus shouted, though it was more of a cry, "Just- go away!"
He gestured aggressively but his voice faltered, "And– and leave my mom outta this! She– she doesn't need this!" He kept backing away, as if that would help.
"She doesn't. So what the fuck are you gonna do about it, or are you satisfied being a little shit to us?" He snapped back, hands shaking from frustration. Stepping forward towards Lus.
No way out.
His breath choked in his throat. He didn't wanna hurt her, that was the last thing in the world Lus wanted to do. And any idea of a retort died, and he just stared up at Silas while his chest heaved, starting to shake and unable to fight those tears. Taking another step back, he didn't take his eyes away, but that wouldn't save him.
"Me? Like that scumbag? You're as bad as your Aunt, you're as bad as that fucking Cocksucker that broke your ma and Sibling's hearts all those years ago, way to make everyone proud!" Another step forward, as he grilled harder into Lus.
Lus's chest ached, his hands shaking, and those words hit like a dagger to the heart. Shaking his head, he managed to get enough words to snap back, "No! That's not– QUIT IT!" But his voice broke.
He stepped back further, away, back and back, staring up at Silas with wide eyes until– his back hit the wall. And fear struck through him like a lightning bolt, seizing his muscles and shutting his throat. Glancing around quickly, it made his heart drop. He was trapped.
Frozen, panic rising, his breathing quickening and heartrate spiked, he was cornered, and Silas was very angry.
"You don't know what it's like to lose everything you fucking care about, all you do is think about yourself, you could have gotten Axel a card, you could have asked for Luce to come by another day, you could have stayed with your sibling all those years ago on your journey but you didn't. You made the choice to be this fucking Selfish." Silas snarled out at Lus, consumed in his rage he failed to see Lus panicking there against the wall.
Another step forward, and nowhere for Lus to go.
He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, truth knows he couldn't speak, no matter how much he might've tried to say something, anything— to defend himself, Lus's throat clamped up as he pressed harder against the wall. "I– I–" was all he could mutter, cut off with a choke.
He couldn't control how much he was shaking, or stop the crying, just staring up at those angry eyes. There was no getting away nothing he could do but oh fuck what if— Silas was violent he knew this he'd seen it oh twin spirits bless his soul—
He slid down, to the floor, to try to look smaller, in some attempt to not get hurt.
But though he stared down at Lus, Silas was blinded by rage.
"So- Grow The Fuck Up!" Silas howled at Lus. Voice echoing in the small room from the sheer volume.
The words left to hang in the empty air.
Pressed hard against the wall, flinching violently and trying to shield from the anger, Lus just stared up at him with nothing but fear. His chest heaved with panicked breaths, tears streaming down his face.
Finally, as silence filled the room, Silas finally saw Lus's face, and he stepped back.
And felt an icy breath at his ear, words from nowhere in particular, spoken with a grin.
"Look what you've done. He's terrified. You're a monster."
All that anger in a moments notice just dissipated and replaced with a typhoon of other emotions: regret, sorrow, fear.
'You Moron, how could you have treated him this way?'
'Learn to laugh it off Kid! You get used to it!'
'He won't ever forget this. We went too far.'
Pain gripped his chest, he took a step back. How could he have done such a thing.
He looked up at the boy, he could hear his breath, see the pain on his face. Silas grabbed at his own hair and pulled, hard.
A monster, always a monster. He growled and turned away "Ffffuckk!" He shouted at himself.
The moment there was enough space, Lus clambered to his feet, visibly shaking, eyes wide with terror. His movements were frantic, face red with tears, and he darted out of the nearest opening away from Silas.
Briefly he stared back at him, breathing heavily.
Silas barely even processed Lus run past him before Lus was looking at him, he turned his head to him, wrecked with grief.
"Im- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Lus."
The words fell on empty ears, and empty air, as Lus barely lingered before bolting for the front door.
Silas stumbled towards the door, cursing and apologizing over and over again.
"Im- Such- He didn't deserve That."
By the time he reached the outside, Lus was already gone.
Silas looked around, trying to see if he could find any sign of Lus. He needed to make this up, any way he could.
'Where would he even go, how many people does he trust at this point?'
Another pang of pain in his chest. Certainly one less.
Despite that, he would walk, hoping he could find Lus.
[[Luce stared at the ceiling, the woman who had worn plague doctor mask snores next to her.]]
((CW alcohol use, and the aftermath of sex))
[[He had taken to the bottle, and they had went with the woman home after a fun and flirty discussion.]]
[[Among items and weapons she could not see, his thoughts floated in the dark. Of her friend, who she was hurt by that day. Of the woman they had just slept with...]]
[[And their friend, the Loner all the way in Anville town. Who she could not help but feel guilty with how often they came up in her thoughts while sleeping with the woman beside them.]]
[[A guilt sets in her heart as they roll over to avoid looking at the one she shared a bed with.]]
[[Why did the thought of Nick have to bring a blush to their face now?]]
