lucien goes stock still as he moves in closer again, as if he's deciding if he's going to run the complete opposite direction or not. but instead he just ... gives in. dropping his head too, hair falling in his face, glowering at him at the same time as he tries to lean his forehead against viktor's - or where it would be, if it were tangible.
he can't forget about anyone. especially not this. he can bury the memory, he can damn the past, he can forbid the names be spoken aloud, but he's never been able to simply forget. it'd be easier if he could, if he could allow time to heal the scars instead of feeding the rot, slipping the skin looser. he (flurry voice) sniffs, reaching a hand up to push roughly across his eye, playing it off like he's seeing things. ]
Don't you dare fucking leave right now.
[ without moving, he glances over to amalthea - gritting his teeth, addressing them. ]
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lucien goes stock still as he moves in closer again, as if he's deciding if he's going to run the complete opposite direction or not. but instead he just ... gives in. dropping his head too, hair falling in his face, glowering at him at the same time as he tries to lean his forehead against viktor's - or where it would be, if it were tangible.
he can't forget about anyone. especially not this. he can bury the memory, he can damn the past, he can forbid the names be spoken aloud, but he's never been able to simply forget. it'd be easier if he could, if he could allow time to heal the scars instead of feeding the rot, slipping the skin looser. he (flurry voice) sniffs, reaching a hand up to push roughly across his eye, playing it off like he's seeing things. ]
Don't you dare fucking leave right now.
[ without moving, he glances over to amalthea - gritting his teeth, addressing them. ]
I'm not going to sever it.
[ we're gonna do some mad ghost science. ]