Thetraitordemon:

thetraitordemon:

He actually felt a mix between feeling like things were tearing apart as well as an almost….wild adrenaline rush. No…something was definitely not right. There was a bloodlust in him. Something he shouldn’t ever feel but, it felt oh so familiar at the same time. An old corruption starting to burn further and further.

But a concerned voice did catch the his ears. A smile forming on his face.

“No...I’m not there yet, don’t worry about it,” he added, trying to add innocence into his lying tone.

Lunarre knew a liar when he saw one. There was a serpent under the rose, and he was baring his fangs. Malevolence was thick in the air, and Lunarre knew it was only a matter of time until...

Lunarre knew he could leave the seraph behind, let the darkness consume him. At one time that would have been a spectacle he would have been happily privy to, but not now. The hellion clenched his fists.

“Shit.”

With Kimuri like this it was unlikely he would let himself be led anywhere.

“Sorry, Gramps. Wherever ‘there’ is, I’m not lettin’ you go!”

Before Kimuri could answer, Lunarre delivered a swift uppercut to the seraph’s jaw. The seraph was out before he even hit the ground.

Gazing down at Kimuri’s unconscious body, Lunarre sighed before picking the seraph up and slinging him over his shoulder. Without further delay, Lunarre raced into the woods. 

He wouldn’t stop until the air had cleared of malevolence.

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You can delete this if it's too strange, but I suffer from depression and recently thoughts of suicide have made a nasty come back, I've been crying for 3 days and while I won't act on the thoughts they are there. I know Lunarre isn't exactly known for kindness, but could I have some encouraging words from him? I love him and it would make my day. I'm sorry if this is weird and dumb please delete it if you don't like it.

“The mind’s a wicked thing, isn’t it? It plays tricks, twists things, makes you see the world as a dark and evil place. A bit of good old anger, sadness and so on is good - healthy, but take it from me that if you keep it in, it grows and does more harm than good. 

That’s when you need others to help you see things as they are, not what the bad thoughts say they are. It’s tough, and more often than not you might think it’s better keepin’ it all in, but take it from me in the end even the people you wanted to protect by keeping quiet get hurt, because they love you and want more than anything for you to be happy. Family and friends would happily take on your troubles to help you see ‘em packing. When you all pull together, that’s when the magic happens. Corny, yes, but true. 

I was all alone, I only had pain and anger for comfort at night. I thought it made me stronger, I thought that’s what I really wanted from my life. But it was only after gaining that power that I realised I’d robbed myself of the thing that gave my soul peace - a family. I was so afraid of screwing up and lettin’ the boss and the others down, I kept it all to myself, and when it all got too much, I... well, I let the feelings consume me. 

All that time I could have talked to somebody, told ‘em how I felt, got them to understand, but I didn’t. I shut myself away, and then I ran away. For a time I thought I was satisfied with the power I got, but as I said the feelings that had caused me to become that creature did nothing to heal the pain. Being apart from others and stewing on them, finding crazy ways to forget it, only increased the ache of the loss of the thing I wanted most.

I got that back from other people - watching them all struggle against the odds, all bandin’ together, helpin’ one another, I felt hope I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt I could still kick the asses of the demons that I thought had beaten me. They helped me realise what I was missing - companionship and purpose. Helpin’ Sorey and the others gave me purpose, and being around them made me remember how good it felt to be around other people. It’s wonderful to know there are others who are there for you and who’d do anything for you.

That’s why you can’t hide yourself away with those thoughts and those feelings. It’s times like these where the people you love need you just as much as you need them. You can band together and kick the butt of those thoughts. They can give you perspectives and options you might not have even thought were available to you. That way, no matter how many talks or tears it takes, you can breathe easier, you can feel a little lighter each time, and get back the strength you need to give those thoughts the what-for.

Because if I’m anything to go by, anybody can do it. The strength’s inside you, and no matter what life throws your way, you can throw everything you’ve got right back at it. Visualising that helps some - visualize kickin’ the shit out the depressive thoughts, crumpling them all up like pieces of paper and throwing them in the garbage. It helps get the confidence going, and that’s just one step you can take. One of many. You can do it!

Sometimes you need the help and support of others, and there’s never any shame in that. As long as you are happier for it, it was all worthwhile.

That’s all from me for now - hope I’ve said some things and given you some peace of mind. Don’t worry, and don’t be afraid to ask for help - be that from me or others. Your happiness matters - your life too.”

Anon or not, send my muse any question you want! Funny, sad, angsty and fluffy are all fair game!

thetraitordemon:

Seemed like his reassurance wasn’t enough for Lunarre. With the other’s comment a frown did appear on his face before he was given a good hit to the jaw, causing everything to go dark for him before hitting the ground.

Everything was a haze after that. But one thing was certain, he was being moved to a different location. Over the course of time Kimuri struggled to regain consciousness, letting a low groan leave him as he tried to make out just what was going on now.

“….what….?”

Lunarre heard the seraph’s groggy mutter and cursed. They weren’t out of the woods yet - figuratively and literally. Malevolence still clogged the air, though the heaviness had lessened considerably. Lunarre couldn’t take a chance. Further. Just a bit further.

He had a hill beyond the woods in his sights. Perhaps there they could breathe easier.

“We’re almost there, gramps,” he said. “Don’t do anything stupid.”