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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.

shepherdiing:

❛ There, look, that cloud looks just like a pork bun! ❜

[Takes calming breaths like Lailah taught him to]

“...Huh. So it does.”

He really is an innocent kid - carefree as those damn clouds.

Lunarre lifts his eyes to the sky, using a hand to shield them from the sun’s glare. He never had time for such happy-go-lucky activities, so it takes a few minutes for his imagination to kick in. He points at a misshapen cloud.

“Hey - that one looks like a sweetfish. A damn fat one.”

shepherdiing:

Sorey’s gaze swings to where Lunarre points, having to squint and tilt his head a bit. ❛ A very fat one, ❜ he agrees after a moment of consideration before looking about at the rest of the puffy shapes in the sky. Nudging Lunarre he gestures to another one ( tickled that the hellion was playing along ).

❛ That one’s a pie! I wonder what flavor? Man… why do the clouds have to look like food it’s making me hungry. ❜

Lunarre can’t help but chuckle. He could have told the kid the cloud looked like Heldalf’s arse and Sorey would have agreed with him in his good-natured way.

“Same here. Ya know, I used to get into these crazy eating competitions with Boss - I mean, Rose - a few years back. I’d take her on again if... you know, we’re ever at an inn or...”

The hellion finds himself getting almost sheepish as he trails off. He isn’t comfortable talking about future days with the group so casually, not least because of how tenuous his position within it is. He’s grateful he’s lasted this long, all things considered. 

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“...That was some fucking evil ‘energy’, Gramps. Cut the crap - what happened back there?”

@snickering-kitsune -> X

“Probably…? I mean sometimes you just gotta let some energy go, you know what I’m saying?”

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Kimuri fills the void of a father figure Lunarre has been missing in his life - well, more grandfather, but it’s practically the same thing to him. Of course, this only applies to the verses in which Lunarre walks the path of redemption. If he loses his humanity and is consumed with darkness, he turns on Kimuri and eats him - as in the drabble I wrote - the BAD END.

Lunarre is secretly impressed by Kimuri and admires the seraph’s latent strength, especially as he covets such power for himself. Depending on the verse, this can go very well or very badly. In my SERAPH. verse, Kimuri would become a very valued teacher for the inexperienced Lunarre.

Thanks to Kimuri, Lunarre now has a plethora of old fart jokes stored in his memory bank. He is desperate to use them.

Kimuri’s stubbornness pisses him off, but Lunarre also realises (in good verses anyway) that this is the pot calling the kettle black. They’re both bull-minded - though Lunarre will draw the line at blatant acts of self-harm (like going near dragons). He is not afraid of breaking the old man’s legs to stop him doing it.

Lunarre is hesitant to challenge Kimuri to an eating contest, as he’s proud of his record and doesn’t want to be beaten by an old fart.