Thetraitordemon:

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“Yep!” He grinned as he slipped his hands into his pockets.”Same old, same old and nothing new at all learned with what I want to know.” It was a shame really, but it was nothing new for him.

“I take things have been the same for you?”

Lunarre frowned. He hated that blasé attitude. He couldn’t understand - how could a life that mattered be so careless? It occurred to Lunarre that Kimuri’s life may not even matter to him at all. Kimuri may well be another fool like him, who believed the contrary once, but now knew better.

But was it better? It couldn’t be denied. At some point or other, Kimuri’s life began to matter to Lunarre. The feeling like a cold finger slipping down his spine shook the hellion.

Did that make Kimuri the fool, and Lunarre the deceiver? As he was now, could Lunarre accept it as anything but?

Was Lunarre deceiving himself all over again?

Once again, for a moment, Lunarre cursed the day he locked eyes with the seraph he called Gramps.

“You’re basically admitting it’s pointless,” the hellion muttered. “But you still keep on going. You wanna die that badly?”

He sighed. 

“I can’t say it has,” Lunarre said, kicking a stone. “And that’s partly your fault. I oughta make you take responsibility, as my elder.” A sardonic sneer crossed his lips. “How about it, Gramps? You stop your crazy dreaming and I’ll quit the whole hellion thing. Good deal, right?”

“A werewolf’d rip yer fuckin’ head off kid! Werefoxes might take yer purse but they’d also keep ya warm at night because they’re just nice like that.”

“Werewolves might be hot, but consider this…

Werefoxes.”

“Werewolves might be hot, but consider this...

Werefoxes.”

timidplum:

Well that was a confirmation he didn’t want to hear. But that was just his luck now wasn’t it? Clenching his jaw he soon tried to relax.

Nothing to get too tensed about yet. For one thing this one wasn’t mindlessly attacking him. Though his comment on what he did wasn’t one he wanted to answer.

And yet Plum answered.

“Why should I enjoy it. For one thing I’m a merchant. I can’t sell a thing with bloodied hands….The other is that I want to try-” but wasn’t it useless? he’s already a monster. “- to maintain my humanity.”

Laughable

A merchant hellion? What a laugh. The same hellion who killed also sold trinkets to the lovely folk of Glenwood? A kid wedged between the life of a human and the life of a beast.

Lunarre shook his head. He spoke, and with each word he took a step closer to Plum.

“’That so? Well then, take some advice from a hellion who’s accepted reality. You’re wastin’ your time. Try what you want, all that ugliness inside you will eat ya up and make you what you are, whether you like it or not. The more you struggle, the worse it is. But no matter what, the end result’s the same. The pain’s less if you just let it happen.”

Now Lunarre was inches away from Plum’s face, hunched and smiling wide.

“Trust me on that.”

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