Post by oxfordcommasupporter on Feb 7, 2021 10:29:35 GMT -5
It shouldn't have mattered. The sound of Lux's laugh filled the room, his ears, his mind. It shouldn't have mattered. He had wished her well and then his foolish mouth had kept moving. I do hope that he treats you well and doesn't abandon you. Nobody deserves that sort of treatment from a person they care for. And she had laughed. And it shouldn't have mattered.
But it did.
He moved back to the main floor. Elysium seemed crowded tonight, as if the walls were closing in. Though the movement was unnecessary, brought no relief, Luca still felt as if he couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes, drawing in a chestfull of unneeded air. She was laughing at you. The voice was icy cold, mocking, and something he always thought he'd left behind when he'd been embraced. If it was here, Luca's mind had slipped, pulled him back into the darkness of his nightmares. Was he really awake? Was he sleeping? Had he slept?
Nobody deserved to be abandoned by those that were supposed to care. To be thrown into a dark cell, alone and chained in the name of "good health." Luca's family had turned their backs on him, ignored any time he didn't behave as the perfect genius son. His sire had written a letter and sent him on his way, too preoccupied with her own madness to accept his help. And now, he was being laughed at for caring.
His skin prickled, too tight. Every part of him ached. And the laughter still echoed, backed by that cold, uncaring voice. You actually thought things had changed. That you could belong here. They don't care, you little fool. A hand touched his shoulder.
Luca snapped.
He felt muscle give beneath his fangs, heard Alessandro swear, and acted to protect himself. Hide. Run. Cloaking himself in a shroud of power, Luca pushed more blood into his limbs and willed every bit of speed to carry him away. His body acted of its own accord, half blind with madness as his ghouls ushered him out the door. All the while, Luca curled up in the dark sucking whirlpool of his own mind as the cold voice mocked him. The laughter echoed on.
But it did.
He moved back to the main floor. Elysium seemed crowded tonight, as if the walls were closing in. Though the movement was unnecessary, brought no relief, Luca still felt as if he couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes, drawing in a chestfull of unneeded air. She was laughing at you. The voice was icy cold, mocking, and something he always thought he'd left behind when he'd been embraced. If it was here, Luca's mind had slipped, pulled him back into the darkness of his nightmares. Was he really awake? Was he sleeping? Had he slept?
Nobody deserved to be abandoned by those that were supposed to care. To be thrown into a dark cell, alone and chained in the name of "good health." Luca's family had turned their backs on him, ignored any time he didn't behave as the perfect genius son. His sire had written a letter and sent him on his way, too preoccupied with her own madness to accept his help. And now, he was being laughed at for caring.
His skin prickled, too tight. Every part of him ached. And the laughter still echoed, backed by that cold, uncaring voice. You actually thought things had changed. That you could belong here. They don't care, you little fool. A hand touched his shoulder.
Luca snapped.
He felt muscle give beneath his fangs, heard Alessandro swear, and acted to protect himself. Hide. Run. Cloaking himself in a shroud of power, Luca pushed more blood into his limbs and willed every bit of speed to carry him away. His body acted of its own accord, half blind with madness as his ghouls ushered him out the door. All the while, Luca curled up in the dark sucking whirlpool of his own mind as the cold voice mocked him. The laughter echoed on.