poison poison | lucky & rita (day 3)
Mar 8, 2024 17:06:14 GMT -5
Post by LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio on Mar 8, 2024 17:06:14 GMT -5
Why?
Lucky tended to his wounds in the corner of their chamber, surrounded by citrine gemstones. He was healthy for the most part. Nothing a few rolls of bandages and some threading could not fix. He laid his medical supplies out over his cloak. The faint expressions on the pressed-up faces dimmed, wide eyes staring outward into the arena now shut and at peace. He stuffed the cloak into his satchel. He had enough layers already, and he certainly did not need to trip over his footsteps like he did in the mines.
The angel wings attached to his harness fluttered freely against Lucky's back. It was ironic how he wore the wings yet couldn't feel any less like the bad guy tonight. He was surrounded by four people who probably hated him for acting so foolishly. He called Rita just a friend, pushed Gunner away, couldn't spill a thank you to Xylia for saving his head, and Harley, well, she always hated him.
Lucky felt intolerable, perhaps because he was, but Xylia and Gunner hadn't seen him at his worst toward them. Balancing relationships like a checkbook, hoping by the end he might cover his back enough to make it out above the water. The boy rolled up his medical supplies and sunk deeper against the stable peridot and citrine walls.
His head rolled against his bag to rest, his companion pacing in front of him. "Life is so much easier when you know nothing." He was happy until Gunner kissed him. Now, Lucky did not know what to feel. "All this drama… it's too complicated." The familiar's complexion soured into a frozen blue, matching Lucky's emotion.
"It's hard when everyone likes you…" Even Lucky heard the ridiculousness in the words he spoke, burying his head into the canvas of his bag.
It was difficult to admit that Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, was the bad guy all along.
Lucky tended to his wounds in the corner of their chamber, surrounded by citrine gemstones. He was healthy for the most part. Nothing a few rolls of bandages and some threading could not fix. He laid his medical supplies out over his cloak. The faint expressions on the pressed-up faces dimmed, wide eyes staring outward into the arena now shut and at peace. He stuffed the cloak into his satchel. He had enough layers already, and he certainly did not need to trip over his footsteps like he did in the mines.
The angel wings attached to his harness fluttered freely against Lucky's back. It was ironic how he wore the wings yet couldn't feel any less like the bad guy tonight. He was surrounded by four people who probably hated him for acting so foolishly. He called Rita just a friend, pushed Gunner away, couldn't spill a thank you to Xylia for saving his head, and Harley, well, she always hated him.
Lucky felt intolerable, perhaps because he was, but Xylia and Gunner hadn't seen him at his worst toward them. Balancing relationships like a checkbook, hoping by the end he might cover his back enough to make it out above the water. The boy rolled up his medical supplies and sunk deeper against the stable peridot and citrine walls.
His head rolled against his bag to rest, his companion pacing in front of him. "Life is so much easier when you know nothing." He was happy until Gunner kissed him. Now, Lucky did not know what to feel. "All this drama… it's too complicated." The familiar's complexion soured into a frozen blue, matching Lucky's emotion.
"It's hard when everyone likes you…" Even Lucky heard the ridiculousness in the words he spoke, burying his head into the canvas of his bag.
It was difficult to admit that Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, was the bad guy all along.
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