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vendettapandav · 6 days
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remade a tattoo ref i made back in 2020. four days worth of carefully compiling ideas to create a semi-cohesive design and it was worth it <3
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inhabitedcollective · 22 days
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Binder Lucas Kumiega Redraw
New 2024 - Old 2021
I changed his "ACAB" tattoo to the polish version
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tacticalvalor · 3 months
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«────── « HEADCANON » ──────»
MUSE'S TASTE IN MUSIC
TAGGED BY: nobody; found in recommended!
TAGGING: you!!
MUSE: VALERIYA KHORKIN
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A song your muse plays out loud:
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A song your muse plays in their headphones:
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A song your muse dances alone to:
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A song your muse dances with a partner to:
naturally thought of lucas ( @vendettavalor ) for this one :}
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A song your muse loves:
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A song your muse can't stand:
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A song your muse won't admit to liking:
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vendettavalor · 1 day
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Lucas’ Tattoos and Their Meanings
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// Since I updated his tattoo designs, it's time to update the explanation behind all the symbols!
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HEAD TATTOOS
x Psycho
A tattoo Lucas received in prison, this is a pretty accurate summation of how he is perceived by others for his actions: psychotic.
Three Dots
The three dots tattoo is a common prison tattoo that represents “mi vida loca,” or “my crazy life.” It’s not associated with any particular gang, but with the gang lifestyle itself. This tattoo is typically found on the hands or around the eyes. It can also carry some religious significance, such as representing Christianity’s holy trinity. The three dot tattoo is often created using a stick-and-poke method, requiring very rudimentary tools. For Lucas, the dots are a combination of both living a very crazy life, as well as being a representation of the Holy Trinity.
Cross
A religious symbol adopted by many prisoners. Its simple appearance makes it easy for many to receive. Much like the three dots, Lucas received it for religious purposes.
Black Tear Drops
Tear drops are a common staple in prison tattoos representing murder or attempted murder while incarcerated. A teardrop outline represents attempted murder, while a fully black teardrop represents successful murder. While incarcerated, Lucas killed two people and he wears that fact as a badge of honor.
Exodus 9:14
An altered verse from the King James Version of the Bible which reads “For I will at this time send all my plagues upon thine heart, and upon thy servants, and upon thy people; that thou mayest know that there is none like me in all the earth.” This particular verse is the word of God warning the Pharaoh of Egypt that if he does not let Moses and his people go, he will rain plagues down upon them Lucas resonates heavily with this particular text, as he views himself as a very stern, no-nonsense type of assassin. He offers little warning, and those who fail to heed it shall invoke him upon them. He, as a skilled and experienced hitman, is the ultimate plague one can have cast upon them.
Black Chin Stripe
The meaning of this tattoo varies wildly, but the general consensus is that it done in memory of someone loved and lost.
Spider Webs with Black Widow
Cobwebs typically represent a lengthy term in prison. The symbolism is associated with spiders trapping prey; or criminals trapped behind bars. This tattoo is commonly found on the elbow, signifying sitting around so long with your elbows on the table that a spider made a web on your elbow, though it can also be located on the neck. Black widows in tattoos typically mean that individual is a killer of some sort. Lucas resonates with cobweb tattoos as his sentence was very lengthy for the crimes he committed. Just as well, Lucas is an assassin and hired killer, so the Black Widow is most fitting. It is nestled solidly in its web, representing that he is active and engaged in the criminal lifestyle with no plans to leave any time soon.
ACAB
This acronym is commonly found on the bodies of British prisoners and stands for “All Cops Are Bastards.” This sentiment is very common, especially among inmates, and represents the anti-authoritarian mindset held against law enforcement officers and government offiicials, citing that their true intention is to oppress rather than protect. Given his history with cops, Lucas is less than fond of them.
Black Roses On Thorns
Black roses have multiple meanings. They often represent that someone spent their 18th birthday in prison, though the number of blooms can also correlate to a number of lives taken. For Lucas, it's both.
EWMN
These letters stand for ‘Evil, Wicked, Mean, Nasty.’ Having no particular affiliation with any gang, they simply represent the general disposition of some prison inmates.
Snake Eyes Dice
A snake eyes dice tattoo typically symbolizes bad luck or misfortune. In gambling, "snake eyes" refers to rolling a pair of ones with dice, which is the lowest possible roll in many dice games and often results in a loss. For Lucas, it's a reminder that his life has largely turned out the way it has due to perceived bad luck.
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TATTOO CLOSE UPS
Valeriya (Chest Tattoo)
Particularly found in Russian prisons, chest tattoos symbolize a ‘Prince of Thieves.’ This is the highest rank a Russian convict can achieve, and are generally worn by higher-ups in the mob. Crosses on the chest are often associated with religion as well. While Lucas was involved in organized crime during his incarceration, the purpose of the tattoo is much more personal. In addition to the religious aspect, the heart, roses, and the name tattooed over his own heart were done in memory of his first partner. He was devoted to her, as they effectively grew up on the streets together but were separated when he was arrested. He still holds a candle for her to this very day and seeks her out in hopes of reuniting.
Black Roses on Vines (Left Torso)
A continuation of his neck tattoo, Lucas continues to get roses to mark the number of people he's assassinated.
Left Sleeve Tattoo
Lucas' left sleeved tattoo has many motifs. The continuation of black roses represents the number of people he has killed. The pig head on a spear is another show of his disdain for law enforcement (pigs). Zamość is a historical city in Poland with a strong connection to farming and agriculture, especially wheat and milk - as shown by the wheat and the bull accompanying the name. This was where Lucas grew up. The cross and rosary are a symbol of his religious beliefs as a Roman Catholic. A crest of a white-tailed eagle draped in the Polish flag with the Roman numerals VI represent the 6 years he spent in service with the Polish Land Forces. Inverse of it is another white-tail eagle holding a cross - the symbol of the AW, or Polish Foreign Intelligence Agency, which he briefly served in before vanishing. The patch of the JW GROM with the Roman numerals VII represent the 7 years he served in the Polish Special Forces between his time in the Land Forces and AW. The sword on his arm represents honor, freedom, power, and strength. The cross on his arm is a memorial to his father, Emmanuel Kumiega. It features his name, his date of birth, his date of death, and the term Ojciec - the Polish word for father.
Death Before Dishonor (Right Side Chest)
A common phrase in tattoo culture. It is used to indicate that one would rather die than do something shameful or disgraceful, such as surrender. And Lucas would rather die than surrender.
Heaven Sent, Hell Bound (Right Side)
The term Heaven Sent, Hell Bound refers to the bearer being viewed as a gift from God or otherwise desired and perfect, but still unable to achieve success or otherwise doomed to fall from grace due to circumstances beyond their control. For Lucas, he was loved beyond compare by his father. But once he was gone, Lucas was pretty much doomed to fall down the wrong path and become who he is now.
Crossed Pistols (Pelvis)
A very common motif in tattoos with a variety of meanings. For Lucas, it was a simple nod to the fact that his preferred weapon of choice is a silenced M1911 pistol.
Snake Sleeve (Right arm)
Like his other sleeve, Lucas' snake-sleeve is rife with motifs. In Christianity, snakes are sly, coy, tricksters synonymous with deceit, betrayal, the fall of Adam and Eve, temptation, and the Devil. Lucas embraces the fact that he is viewed as evil and thrives off of the fact he leads other to their downfall or doom. Playing cards, or suits of the deck in general, usually indicate an inmate who likes to gamble. This applies to gambling games both within prison and without; it can also represent a person who generally views life as a gamble. Specific cards have specific meaning in organized crime, but Lucas chooses the Aces to represent himself a jack of all trades when it comes to business. The pen that transforms into a sword as its hilt is a symbolic way of translating the phrase "the pen is mightier than the sword" into art form, and betrays his secretly love for literature and calligraphy. At the tip of the pen is a semi-colon. Semi-colons are often representative of the fact that the individual has attempted suicide in the past and/or struggled with self-harm or self-destructive tendencies. Lucas will be the first to admit that he is an alcoholic using drinks and sometimes drugs to cope with his own dark thoughts. He has a history of attempting suicide and while he's somewhat better now, the thoughts still linger. Five Dots (Left hand) linger by the snake's open mouth. These dots differ greatly from the previous tattoo – five dots represents time done in prison. Also known as the quincunx, the four dots on the outside represent four walls, with the fifth on the inside representing the prisoner. This tattoo can be found internationally, among both American and European inmates. The dots are typically found on an inmate’s hand, between the thumb and forefinger.
Thorn-Bound Wings (Back)
Wings that begin in the shape of the devil but have angel feathers represent Lucas' desire to be a good person, but that his nature is inherently evil and flawed. Thorns in tattoos are typically a reference to penance and hardship as a way of redemption, as referenced in Jesus wearing a crown of thorns. In Lucas' case, these thorns binding his wings tethers him and shows that the same redemption he seeks keeps him from ever truly being free.
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OVERALL TATTOO MAP
Lucas' tattoos are localized to his upper body. His legs remain unmarked to try and help him stay somewhat able to blend in. Eventually, he plans to continue trailing the black roses across his body in order to keep track of his kill count. And as life goes on, he hopes to find other motifs to add to his story.
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vendettamuses · 10 months
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@maximuses SAID: after all this time, you still give me butterflies -> valeriya and lucas
⚔️ Prompts for Lots of Yearning // CLOSED ⚔️
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"Then I must be doing something right." Lucas chuckled, flashing a grin toward his girlfriend as she came over and sat beside him. The motion was smooth. Effortless even. She strode over and planted herself right down onto the couch beside him, her arm draping itself across his chest and her head finding its familiar place at his shoulder. Her cheek nuzzled into the soft silk fabric of his shirt, breathing in the familiar scents of his musk and wine.
It was a rare moment of calm for them. No jobs, no work, no danger. Just them and their apartment in the heart of the city. The warm scent of each other so close. The soft chatter of the television before them. The heat of each other's bodies pressed so closely together. It was wonderful. Heavenly even.
"I missed that. That feeling like I was going to melt every time you looked at me." She whispered, nuzzling further into him as his arm wrapped around her waist.
"I missed making you melt." He chuckled again, kissing the top of her head. "I wondered if I'd ever get to see you blush and smile at me. Or hear you giggle when I said something cheesy. I wondered if I would ever know what you looked like well and truly happy with me."
"I was always happy with you." She looked up at him.
"Happy under the circumstances," he corrected. "But I mean... Happy with all your needs met. Happy without having to worry about going hungry, or staying up to watch for danger, or having fleas in our hair because the river wasn't warm enough to bathe in yet. Happy with me and just me. Happy without any worries."
A moment of silence and she hummed. "I was still happy with you. Even with all that we went through. I was happy because, with you, it didn't feel so much like suffering. It felt like an adventure. You made me forget that we were surviving. It felt almost like a normal, domestic life. It wasn't perfect... but it gave me hope. It made me think of what our life would be like together when we escaped that hell. We would be a family, living in a nice place, cooking together, bathing together, cleaning together. No worries or fear. I was always happy with you, Lucas. Right from the start."
Beneath her hand, his breath shuddered, and moved to rest his cheek against the top of her head in the vain hope that she wouldn't notice the tears. She did. But she said nothing. Instead, she shut her eyes and let the emotions wash over both of them, trying to steady her own breathing.
"I always loved you." She breathed, and that seemed to be what broke him. He stifled a choked sound and moved to wipe his eyes, breathing shakily as he squeezed her against him.
"And I always loved you," he murmured, kissing the top of her head once more. "And I always will, my Valeriya."
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vendettacanons · 2 years
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⚔️ WHAT COLOUR DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE ?  ⚔️
LUCAS KUMIEGA
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deep staining red
Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.
TAGGED BY: @scumbcgs​ (thank youuu!!)
TAGGING: @romancemoon​ @maximuses​ @ineffablemuses​ @audaciious​ and anyone else who wants to try it!
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xellnikov · 2 years
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i ALWAYS choose the unknown fictional men. there is no fanfiction/very little for either of them and i can’t do it myself because i can’t get their character right and and *cries*
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Inhabited Selfshipper's Promo!
Hi, I'm Jack! Your local old man lover. I'm a 19 year old nonbinary who uses It/They pronouns. I have some questionable F/Os but I love them all the same.
My main F/O's are: Larry, Captain Price, Gaz, Miguel O'Hara, Lucas Kumiega, Octane, Bloodhound, and Catalyst
Please read my Dni <3
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mainsalpha · 2 years
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However, if the door is locked Lucas will instead begin picking the door's lock yielding a faint cue that warns he is attempting to break in. If the door is not locked when Lucas visits he will instantly kill you. When Lucas becomes active they will regularly visit the player's apartment. You do not have to see the keys for the game to count them, you only have to enter the site in which they are hidden. Lucas Kumiega or The Hitman is a threat that stays inactive for most of the game and usually activates when the player has encountered 3 keys. In 1337 mode the Noir will always be at maximum aggression and are able to perform their instant kill immediately.The Noir check these conditions every 120 second, and when they are met the player will be killed the next time they stand up from their computer. These conditions include the player being roughly halfway through the game, having more than a single a light turned off in the apartment, and no other threat being active. The Noir will instantly kill the player if a couple conditions are met.The Noir can also appear alongside Lucas Kumiega.The Noir can show up out of nowhere in the hallway when you are placing things like motion sensors.If you are impatient and tend to sprint through doorways they can easily kill you when this happens. The Noir have the ability to spawn behind the doors to and from the stairwell.While this description may make the Noir appear as an easy threat, there are a couple dangerous aspects you must keep in mind. Additionally, as the game progresses the Noir will become more agitated and they will slowly begin to appear more regularly especially when the power is out or you have lights turned off. They will kill you if you either fail to notice them or if you run into the Noir when they appear. If you are not vigilant the Noir can easily kill you. If you see them you just have to turn around and count to 10 to make them leave. Throughout the game, the Noir will occasionally spawn in the vicinity of the player. The Noir are another quite easy threat to beat, but they can be quite dangerous if you get careless to their presence. If this is about to happen, simply disconnect from your current Wi-Fi network. If you hear any of the cues below, they are about to find you and jump you in your apartment. In addition to this, you can also purchase the Police Scanner from the Shadow Market to determine if the police are closing in on your location.
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As you earn enough DosCoin you can also eventually purchase the WPA2 library for SkyBREAK and begin to crack WPA2 networks.
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Since you start the game with only a selection of free network it is recommended to purchase SkyBREAK and begin cracking WEP networks as soon as possible. They track most free networks you are given quite fast, followed by WEP networks, then WPA, and finally WPA2 networks. (You can check the Wi-Fi section below for more information) As you progress through the game you can also crack higher security networks which tend to give you more safe time before the police can find you. However, this can be stopped simply by switching to different networks before you exceed the track rate of the Wi-Fi networks you are using. The police attempt to find the player by tracing their Wi-Fi connection. The Police are the easiest threat you will have to understand to survive the game, though they can be quite hard to remember if you aren't paying attention. There are total of five threats in this game, in addition to an optional threat called The Doll Maker. 9 Websites that are only available at a certain time.8 Websites that are available at all times.
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archived-zombbean · 4 years
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Some Tanner doodles, and a cute Lucas and OC doodle.
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vendettapandav · 10 hours
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“To będzie bezbolesne.” (This will be painless.)
Lucas Kumiega - Dead Signal (2023) by Reflect Studios
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deepweboutlxws · 5 years
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// A suspicious dumpster man and his hitman friend
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tacticalvalor · 7 months
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«────── « ASK » ──────»
@vendettavalor SAID:
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Lucas wordlessly hands this in.
Valeriya can't help the small smile that graces her features, try as she might. The way her lips twitch and curl upward. The way her cheeks become rosy. The faint, youthful glimmer in her deep, dark eyes.
She looks to Lucas, and only smiles more.
"About time you admitted enjoying my cuddles," she teases, tossing the paper aside to instead drape her arms around the hitman. She nuzzles her face into his shirt, sighing softly.
When she speaks again, her voice is quieter. Soft. "My sweetheart... I adore you."
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vendettavalor · 5 months
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@tacticalvalor said: [WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard. -> Val and Lucas
⚔️ Reasons to Cup a Face Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️
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The effect is immediately. The second her hands find his cheeks, he is silent. His own hands abandon their task and his gaze is locked on hers. She has his full undivided attention, captured snugly between her fingers. Willing and docile and fixated entirely on her. Her warm brown eyes. Her beautiful plush lips. The part of her hair. The angles of her cheeks. If ever she needed his attention, she would only ever need to take it with the gentlest touch of her palms against his jaw and she would have it in an instant.
"My love," he whispers in quiet Polish. Whatever you need. Anything. Anything at all. His eyes speak for him before Valeriya can even ask him the question. This man would drop to his knees before her, offer her the world on a platter and deliver it in an instant, revere her and worship her like the sun and the sea. This she knows well.
Lucas is entirely devoted to her.
"I'm on leave from mission." She speaks softly, coming to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes widen slightly, but before he can ask she answers him. "Mikhail is in the process of drafting up a contract with someone. Someone new. Someone looking for a more... permanent position from me."
"He's selling you off." The words are clipped and she feels his grip on her waist tighten the slightest fraction. Protective. Possessive.
"No," she assures, caressing his cheek. It does little quell the cold fury behind his eyes. "No. It is a partnership. A temporary one, but it still has a contract attached. I'm not leaving you. Not ever. But the contract would be longer than most."
She would never leave him. After all the time they'd spent apart, desperately searching for one another, she would never let them be torn apart like that again. Never. He stares hard at her, saying nothing. But still she knows that look in his eyes. Wary. Almost afraid. Worried for her and what she'll be doing. Fighting the urge to tremble at the thought of potentially losing her a second time. He looks at her and her heart twists at how he silently pleads with her.
"...I want you to come with me." She whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against his. He pauses, watching her. Her eyes are soft, wanting. Needing. Her hold on him has grown desperate as she watches him with such hope, desperate for his answer. He cannot help himself and how pure she appears. He desperately moves to kiss her with a loely growled "gladly" tangled in between their embraces.
"Anywhere you go, I will follow without question."
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vendettamuses · 11 months
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@maximuses SAID: i had a dream about you last night. what did i do to deserve you?-> valeriya and lucas
⚔️ Prompts for Lots and Lots of Flirting // CLOSED ⚔️
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"I dream about you every night, my dear." The assassin's hand rises to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking over the apple of it with such love, and care, and delicacy. Two decades and the softness of his touch has not waned. He still knows how to caress her as though she is fine art. Glasswork, delicate but beautiful, valued and treasured. In his eyes, she is. She is an invaluable, irreplaceable piece of himself incarnated into physical form. A part of his soul is with her wherever she goes. Loved. Cherished. Safe in her embrace. Just like his heart.
Just the way hers is safe with him.
"I've dreamt about you every night for the last twenty years. You have haunted me every moment I have closed my eyes. I remember your smell and the feeling of your hands in mind, and I have wept upon waking and realizing you were not there." Time had hardened his exterior, but the distance had only made his heart grow fonder. As he grew older and wiser, apparently, he had grown more romantic. More soft only for her. A poet and a soldier. A wordsmith and a killer. A monster by all means.
But he was her monster.
"I never want to be apart from you again, my love..." His hold on her waist is tight, protective. He draws her into his body in a desperate grip, yearning to feel her against him without a single inch of space between them. He never wants to let go again, and as his voice trembles, she knows exactly why. He is afraid to lose her. All this time spent searching, it would kill him to lose her again. Knowing she was still alive kept him going. To lose her again would kill him once and for all. And for once, he doesn't want to die.
He wants to live for her.
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vendettacanons · 2 years
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@scumbcgs SAID: “ it’s been a long day. why don’t you stay here tonight? i can take the sofa. “ (Can be from Rechemay to Lucas, or it can be from any other scumbag to anyone else that you might be vibing with at the moment ... really, I'm just happy to be here. 🥺.)
⚔️ Reassurance Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️
Spending the night wasn’t usually his style. He was never one to spend the night at anybody’s place unless he knew them particularly well. Picky bastard. It was raining out, and while ordinarily that wouldn’t dissuade him from making his usual long trek a few blocks down to get his bike and drive out in the pouring cold to his house out in the suburbs beyond the city, he felt a strange inclination to just… not do that. Not this time. Maybe it was intuition, some kind of foresight telling him it was a bad idea. But that didn’t really matter - everything Lucas did was a bad idea so that sentiment hardly mattered when it came to his decision-making and general judgment capabilities.
“Alright. Just for tonight.” He gave in for once. And with surprisingly little resistance this time around. Seemed he was warming up to her finally. “Thank you. But it would be impolite of me to take your bed. Please, I will take the sofa.” He spoke softly. Ever so polite. It was something his father had taught him- being a polite guest was a pivotal part of his childhood. Family was always there for one another, but even in accepting help, one needed to remain humble. Guests were not afforded every luxury- they were to accept the role of being grateful and offering as little burden as possible. He was already thinking of ways to help her in exchange for his spot on the couch. Perhaps a bit of sweeping and mopping? Maybe cooking her a meal? Taking over dish duty?
“You’re very kind, Rechemay.” He made sure to remove his shoes and leave them by the door, not wanting to track dirt or debris into her home. “I find it difficult to believe you live alone. I’d think someone as compassionate as you would have some type of family about.” A partner? Kids even? Or at the very least, her parents or a sibling? He didn’t doubt her ability- maybe he was projecting. For someone like him, operating alone was a necessity and just a given card in the hand life had dealt him. A sad reality he could not and should not change. But for someone like her? He found it a little shocking she was alone like this. He thought she deserved better. Company. Companionship. She certainly seemed to have the heart for it. “I don’t doubt your abilities of course. I simply thought that someone was wonderful as you would have someone to share the peace with.”
Though he supposed perhaps he was being a little presumptuous. He’d met the asshole back in her clinic. The rats hounding her for her money and intimidating her with lips curled back to reveal toothless gums. How much peace did she truly have? He certainly hoped she wasn’t being badgered as much now that he was here trying to help her handle things. He moved to sit down slowly on the couch. “A lovely woman like yourself deserves some loyal company.” He chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and looking up at her with a jesting little smirk. Smug bastard. If only he wasn’t so charming to boot.
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