hands up lemonheart
[ The ball was full of people, women glittering dresses in all sorts of hues elaborate and eligant they sway through the sea of people. Men dressed in their sunday bests also adding odd additions to their suits. It was anything besides trational and the girl standing at the edge of the crowd liked it. Charcoal lavander marbled eyes to busy admiring peoples outfits to care. Soft crimson red fabric clung to her body, a long slit started at her waste revelved her fishnets. The dress at the top was side sweeped adorned with glimmering accents of gold. It always was her favorite metal. ]
[ the color of blood shinned in her eyes, pausing something it was bittersweet. The boy she loved more then the world itself loved such a hue, his eyes even a similar shade. She could not escape him, everywhere she went she mourned the loss of the only man she had ever loved. It was only fitting she adorned herself in his color every chance given. Slowly she glided into the crowd. Soft Maroon hair slicked back as a man dressed in bright oranges took her hand for a dance. They waltz like perfect clockwork, just a cog in the machine. All her eyes could see was the graveyard where her people were. The only place she felt safe in his ghostly embrace. ]
[ As the music lead her feet the womans eyes closed, humming along to the melody and its bittersweet echo in her life. Slowly her gaze returned, looking out to the crowd of men and women one stood out, body decorated in her favorite hue of teal. She had to see the outfit closer. Slipping away from her dance partner she waded through the sea of dancers to find the haunting shade. ]
  2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
The man with the teal tie and the overcoat with the teal fake-fur trim does not notice her at first, as his eyes are fixed upon a rather interesting looking statue in the corner; a woman kneeling before a man with a knife, the knife raised as if to stab, the carved faces so intense one might assume them to be real after only a few of moments of looking. A moment later, though, he notices her and turns to her, his reddish eyes impassive as he looks her up and down, in an admiring fashion if one squinted slightly, but in reality is rather cold and unimpressed. He recognized her, he did, as a lovely girl called Lucana that Tenko had a crush on when they were young, and spending time together. He's started to loath her, loath her smile, and the way that she did not seem to care what happened to Tenko in the years they'd been apart.
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ She ghosted through the sea of dancers, standing on the other side of the statue throught the gaps of the marble art her eyes ignited in pink. The echo of a fading heartbeat filled her mind, mouth half open as their gazes met. His eyes were so...cold but he looked the same but covered in the shadow of his former self. Was it possible, he came back from the dead? was he ever dead. All those years of mourning at his small gravestone leaving fleeting petals and candles into the decaying light of noon. Words refused to form, staying still she admired him, taking in every detail in studious leghts. How his hair even seemed to be the same style, the small scar on his lip matching the one on his eyes. Cheeks flushing just slightly at the teal, that was her favorite hue even since she was little. When she was little almost every outfit had the color, her shoes, bows, shirts and pants, but since the boy she loved disapeer one day she never was able to wear the tone again Its color haunted in the womans eyes. ]
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
The man notices her and affixes her pretty pink eyes with a cold stare from his red ones, raising a glass of red wine to his lips and taking a slow sip, not breaking eye contact with her. There are gloves on his hands, gloves that cover his pinky and ring finger, the material worn and battered, different from the clean lines of his suit and overcoat. Oh, he knows the girl is looking at him, thinking that he is the little boy she had known long ago, been unaware of the pain and trauma his small body had went through--the signs were obvious, and she did **nothing.** Although, he couldn't be that angry at her for that, as she was also a child, the same age as young Tenko. But Tenko is dead, no thanks to her, and the man staring at her is now Tomura Shigaraki.
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Her hands moved, to grip the fabric above where her heart should be. On her left hand was an old and tattered bracelet made of diffrent colored stings. Pink, teal, red and pastel blue. The two as children made each other matching ones and through the years she never dared to take her off, terrorfied she would loose the memories of the one person who ever made her happy. Her life as an adult she existed like a spector, never leaving long lasting memories with anyone, easily forgettable. She never knew how to cope from his loss. Taking a cautionary step her flame flickered softly as ever so slowly she started to walk around the statue to meet him. The party didnt feel crowded,it was like they only existed in the ballroom, it was only ever them that mattered in the moment. ]
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
The man turns and looks at her briefly, one last time, before stepping away and heading to a balcony outside, taking off his gloves and putting them in his pocket as he moves, his footsteps light despite the marble floor of the ballroom. He finishes his wine and sets it down on a nearby table before pushing the doors to the balcony open, using only his palms to do so, and steps out onto it, heading straight for the edge and leaning against it, looking at the stars and brushing his teal hair back from his pale face. The stars here looked so much different than the ones he would see when he was a child, these ones more bright and harsh due to the lack of pollution in the air, but much prettier, at lest to him.
2 weeks ago

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[ Watching as he left, her eyes never left him. Slowly after a moment she followed through the sea of people. Her movements so elegant and graceful in her soft persuit of the boy. Pushing a door open the cold night are sent a chill up her wick, slowly taking a small step she stood against the door glowing pink eyes not leaving his body. Slowly a hand moved up to reach out for him, small drops of wax falling onto the floor that she couldnt help. The italians body felt so red hot with emotions, what she rehursed for years to say to the boy if she ever saw the other again didnt find itself in her mind at the moment. ]

**tenko... ive missed you so much...**
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
He finally turns and faces her, his lips contorting into a rather mocking smile as he looks at her, his red eyes now full of amusement now as he leans against the balcony railing, straightening up right afterwards and striding towards her. "Tenko is dead, Lucana, he died long ago," he whispers almost mockingly now, tracing a single finger across her cheek, the touch rather cold and icy, and a bit dry, too, as if he hadn't put lotion on. "He died the night he killed his father, and again when his sister died at the hospital due to evil men who believed they could do what they wanted with her." His voice sharpens on the last sentence, his finger pressing down a bit harder on Lucana's cheek now, leaving an indent.
2 weeks ago

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[ When he turned she sparked, so happy that he was back it didnt matter what happened or why he left he was back. But that smile faded when he spoke, her hand moved to ghost just over his hand as he touched her. It felt surreal, she wanted to hug him and laugh with him again but she couldnt help the sadness she felt inside. That couldnt be right, he was still Tenko and always would be, she didnt want to let go of him of what they use to share. When he pressed down she didnt seem to pay any mind to it, taking a step closer to him taking a short second to look at him over again to take in the smaller details. He looked so cold and tired. ]

**i visited your grave every day for years...**
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
"And yet you never checked on him when he was alive," he responds in the same soft voice, placing another finger gently on her cheek, almost threateningly now, despite the gentleness of the touch. "You never noticed how he was always in pain when he walked, or how he wouldn't want to go home, or how there would be bruises around his neck and arms. You would never ask about his sister, and how you would never be allowed into his house, and the day he died, you didn't come to his house to see if he was okay. He loved you very much, and when he died, he took all that love he had in his small, broken body with him to his grave. Oh, how I wish he was still alive, but alas, things **never** worked out for him."
2 weeks ago

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[ She wasnt scared of his touch, she could never be scared of him no matter what he did to her or others. Her body shook slightly, flame shrinking if only slightly, she was just a kid so was he. ]

**we were 8 i didnt know any better.**

[ she pleed, for years she blamed herself for his death that she didnt do anything. To hear the very boy say that it was her fault caused her heart to break, wax tears threatened to fall as she gazed back up to him the world around melting apart. She just wanted him back in her life the boy she once knew as her best and only friend. Lucana didnt want anyone else, she wanted him back more then anything. There had to be a trace of the boy still, a fragment of him somehwere hidden in teal and crimson hues. ]
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
"I know that," he replies coldly, now adding a third finger to her cheek, the touch growing colder and colder with each finger that he would place gently against her, now more threatening. "You still could have done something, Lucana, but Tenko is now dead because of your inaction. Do you want to know **exactly** what happened to him, and why he died? Or will it be too upsetting for you, to hear something horrible that happened to the boy you loved when you were a child?" He tilts his head before drawing his fingers back, caressing her cheek with the side of his hand. "My name is Tomura Shigaraki, do not get that wrong."
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Her breathing was shallow, trying her hardest not to sob out from it all. His eyes were still the same following her every small movement with such predatory attention, His face use to be so soft and kind the whisper of it was still there. While still so fimiliar he was a total stranger to her now, her heart and body ached at his touch. Her hand moved her palm touching his as her head tilted into his soft embrace. ]

**i still love him, i never stopped. He...you..**

[ a small was tear fell down her drying quickly when it reached her chin, She refused to pull away. Refused to show the same weakness that she did alone when memories of them haunted her dreams. ]
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
"I know you did," he says with a small sigh, stroking her tears away from her cheek with two fingers, deciding that, maybe, despite her previous inaction and how much that hurt him, she wasn't a bad person, just a bit stupid and dense, nothing much wrong with that, he supposes quietly as he watches her. "You made it incredibly obvious all those times you came go visit his gravestone, sitting there, leaving pretty little things for him. It was a kind thing for you to do for him, and I am sure that he would have loved them if he could see them today." After that, he moves his hand away, putting those strange gloves of his back on.
2 weeks ago

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**stop talking like that please Tenko**

[ she begged, taking his hand before he could slip the other glove on. She connected their fingers each but one, she wasnt scared of him in the slightest. Lucana knew with devine assurance he would never hurt her in such a way. The spark that use to shine through his crimson eyes may have faded but their spirit held tight, she couldnt dare to think of him as any other way it was impossible for her. ]

**You use to be so happy and smile all the time. Please, i just want to see you happy again...**
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
"Tenko is **dead,"** he hisses at her, his voice still soft and gentle, yanking his hand out of her grip quite roughly and putting his other glove on, pulling it down to his wrist now before taking a few steps back. "He died a long time ago, Lucana, after getting sick and tired of being **pimped out** to men as old as his father, because his father was too much of a bastard to protect his family and get a job. Tenko's sister died of injuries due to these men--they beat her so badly she went into a coma and **died."**
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ When he pulled away sadness washed over her, flame dimming to the point the smallest breeze could blow it out. After so many years this wasnt how invisined meeting the boy again. She always thought they would hold each other close, impossibe the words they wanted to say they would spend the silence in each others embrace that they missed for what felt like eons. She had never felt so lonely in the mans presence as she did now. Her eyes moved to the ground inbetween them as more tears fell. She was a terrible friend, a terrible person for not doing anything, for being to blind to see the pain hge was in. ]
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
After a few moments of silently watching the grieving girl, he says quietly, "Tenko died knowing that you loved him still, even though that love may have been misguided, considering that you did not help him." With that, he walks away from her, the heels of his shiny black shoes clicking on the marble floor. Although he feels bad for hurting her feelings, for making her feel sad and guilty, he brushes it off soon, heading back into the crowd of partiers, snatching himself another glass of wine and taking a sip, going over to a different statue this time, this one of a woman crying, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Whoever owned this place has an odd obsession with seeing women in pain.
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ His words didnt make him feel any better. As he walked away she fell onto her knees crying, she couldnt help it. Lucana never let herself have the time to cry, always to preocupied in her art. That was what the party was really displaying all of her work before it would be sent off to a musuem. There were 7 big statues all arranged carefully around the dance floor. A man with deep almost swirling dark purple eyes stood next to the man looking at the statue, his outfit was odd, a suit top with the bottom of an elaborate dress of hues of bright fushia and charcoal lavander. ]

***isnt it amazing, the artist is amazing. No?***
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
"They're lovely, although quite macabre, the artist must have liked to see women in pain, or thought it was interesting to them, at the very least. Perhaps there are some deeper seated reasons why he would make these," he replies with a small smile, taking another sip of his wine before turning and facing the man properly. "And who might you be? I'm Tomura Shigaraki." Tomura's quite interested in the man, with the dress and all (not that he disliked the dress, he thought it was quite lovely, in fact, and a nice set of colors).
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hands up lemonheart
[ Huming slightly in response the mans dark purple hair only seemed to match the pallette of his atire. Smiling a little the man kept his eyes on the sculpture }

***Monger, a pleasure to meet you***

[ he spoke so elequenly, he was the host of this party, Anyone was allowed in but had to dress the odd part. It was by Lucana's request to embrace the fluitity of art in all its forms. Shifting to the side all around the bottom of the statues base was sculpted candles. That aside from the clear theme was the only repeating constant. ]

***have you met the artist yet? Shes ghosting about somewhere here. Her names Lucana.***
2 weeks ago

zero telepathphobia
He blinks a bit, surprised, before nodding with a warm smile, not expecting **Lucana** of all people to have made such macabre artworks like this--but they were obviously crafted by a skilled hand, and he's aware that she has always loved creating things with her hands. "Yes, I believe I have spoken to her before, she's a little dense, but she's otherwise an overall decent person." After a moment, his eyes drift up to look up at some other artwork on the walls, scenes of blood and gore painted in a remarkably realistic fashion. "And what about those ones, Monger?"
2 weeks ago

hands up lemonheart
[ He scoffed a little at that dense comment, rolling his eyes playfully though ]

***dense? it appers we havent met the same person then, she is beyond thoughful but only ever talks about death. All of her works she says is made since she cant stop the mourn of an old friend and her mother. Poor girl...But i suppose we all have our napalm to set off that creative spark***

[ he trailed off over to the gorey scene, a small smile graced his face. The man was clearly interested in the more unconventional 'beauties' of reality as he always called it. ]

***ah an artist Eden, a favorite of mine. The two artists just go together so well dont you think?***
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"They do," he replies, pondering the new information about Lucana, and her mother, who he never met but assumed to be a kind person, when Tenko was still alive and happy, walking with his friend and holding her little hand gently. Lucana hadn't spoken much about her mother back then, but from what little she said he assumed that she was a kind person. "I quite like both of them, actually, but I would prefer to look at the sculptures. They just seem so lifelike, like the people are actually there and with us and not just trapped in stone."
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Monger smiled at his collection, a part of him sad to see it all go off but he had them for to long, others deserved to see their beauty aswell and learn from the pain humans can inflict on each other. When the man spoke he nodded a little, the italian wasnt that popular few ever knew of her works and fewer knew her name as many were left un-credited and un named. ]

***yes i suppose they do. I was there when she started to make this one. Each scultpture has a bead inside of it from a coral necklace. Thats were it all starts, she says each peice must have a part of her mourning. I suppose thats how she makes them feel so alive. But ill leave you to enjoy your night.***

[ With that he left into the sea of dancers and people admiring his collections all the while Lucana finally re-entered. Her long crimson dress had small drips of wax running down it and it was torn at the bottom as if she had ripped parts off herself. At the edge of the entire large ballroom was a huge set of stairs where Lucana had (1
1 week ago

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another dress to change into. Tears wiped away she ghosted among the crowds of people speaking of her sculptures, no one knew the name of the artist though she didnt care. It never mattered to her the fame of it all. Just the act of carring on a legacy that didnt want to be upheld. Slowly she made her way to the ivory stairs starting to climb up to go change, there was no point holding the flag of a man who refused to come home. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura just watches her quietly go, his eyes a little somber now, before deciding to finish his wine and look at more of her sculptures, as he found them to be quite beautiful, although they sent small pangs throughout his chest whenever he looked at them, knowing why she made them and how she felt. As his eyes gaze over the rest of his sculptures, he suddenly sees one that nearly makes his heart stop in his chest; a sculpture of a small boy with long hair, kneeling down, and holding a small candle in his hands, almost cradling it in a way, protecting the tiny flame from anything that might hurt it. Tears form briefly in his eyes before he quickly wipes them away.
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ When she was at the top her dull charcoal lavander eyes gazed out over the ballroom seeing her large statues surrounded by people in adoration of her work. For a small moment she wanted to look for him in the chaos, but there was no point. He didnt care why should she cling onto this pain, slowly disapeering into a large room she changed quickly. A long black dress with lacey hot pink sleeves that looked like flames licking up her arms. The bottom of the dress was in tatters, dragging along black graveyard dirt with her. Stitched carefully over the entire dress in hot pink thread was the apperance of cracks through the dress. Replacing her shoes with knee high black platform boots the bottom of also had dirt. Slowly she left the room, stepping down one at a time the stairs her gaze was cold, empty of its once beautiful glowing pink. Flame a deep somber amber, body cold covered in small cracks she didnt care to mend. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura heads to the graveyard, too, after a few moments, heading over to Hana-chan's grave, which was right next to Tenko's grave, the stones very simple, the spaces they were in tiny, as child-sized coffins were buried there, while no one came to cry for them, only their mother, who was never there. He notices her, after a few moments, but turns back to Hana's chan's grave, starting to sing something softly, kneeling in the dirt, his overcoat draped over his shoulders like the cape of a careless king, one that only cared for the small stone he was now looking at.
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ She mingled with the crowd, clear she didnt want to be there any longer but she refused to leave the place where her people were, the stones she used to hide her pain in did little but act as becons to it now. Draped over the small boys gravestone was flowers that were long dead, it seemed there was one for every day of the week in diffrent colors and arrangments. Little toys and the like, one thing was left there this morning and now what seemed to be the last thing that ever would be. Half of a string of coral beads, bright pink in color there was only 7 on the line. On the little girls grave was flowers too, not as many though as well she had a peice of the necklace, only 3 though. Sighing Lucana looked for Monger to ask when the party would end and her works gone from his tender care to that of a musuems. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura is still quietly sitting by the grave, slightly grateful for the flowers and trinkets that were left on Tenko's small grave, lightly touching the top with his knuckles, smiling very softly. Lucana hadn't forgotten him, she still cared, and he felt like a fool, a complete and utter fool, for having hurt her before, told her all of those cruel things when he shouldn't have at all. He decides, after a few moments, that he'd sit and wait for her here, as she appeared to have usually came here often.
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Eventually she couldnt take it anymore being reminded of all of the pain she went through. Sighing she left, the cold night air on her wax skin caused her to shutter and sigh. Her appartment building was a block away from the graveyard. She couldnt tell if she wanted to be mad at the man he became or the child he left behind. Grabbing a bunch of red spider lillies, she held them close to her chest as she walked through the empty street, her flame like a launtern as she slowly walked. Slowly she sang to herself the only song she seemed to fit as she finally stepped into the cemetery. ]

**Alas my love you do me wrong**
**To cast me off discourteously;**
**And I have loved you oh so long**
**Delighting in your company.**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura hears her singing, perking up slightly, but not that visibly, as he's still in front of the small gravestone. He resolves, that when she approaches him, he'd apologize for the cruel words that he said to her, all the negative things and telling her that she did horrible things, and didn't help him. If she even wanted to listen to what he had to say, anyway, at this point. She'd changed out of her dress after talking to him, to a pink one, and, while he thought it looked lovely on her, knew the reason she changed it.
1 week ago

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**Greensleeves was my delight,**
**Greensleeves my heart of gold**
**Greensleeves was my heart of joy**
**And who but my lady Greensleeves.**

[ her voice echoed softly as she walked, knowing the way to his grave even with his eyes closed she always went the same way. Not seeing the man untill she drew closer her body froze, she stopped singing. Holding the flowers still her eyes were dull as she looked away from him. She couldnt escape the man it seemed, it hurt to look at him now more then before. Taking a small breath she tried to find the words, voice now cold and dull. ]

**what are you doing her?**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"I'm visiting Hana-chan's grave," he replies after a few moments, standing up now and facing her, a little bit taller than her, but not towering over her, and not scary. He, infact, looks more harmless now, more calm, more like a version of his younger self, albeit older and more serious, his hands folded in front of him and his feet shifting so they're standing shoulder-width apart, a more comfortable stance. "i would like to apologize for my harsh words earlier, Lucana, they were rather unprompted and cruel of me to do so. I know that you most likely will not accept my apology, considering what you did afterwards."
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Looking down at the spider lillys she sighed softly, knowing the man before her wouldnt care about the small offering. Her face was unmoving, cold and so very sad his words did little. Her head shook slightly trying to string words together before finally speaking. ]

**you dont care, Tenko didnt die in his own accord you killed him. It was all your fault you took away the only person that ever loved me. I will never forgive you Tomura...**

[ Walking over to the litte grave she fell to her knees uncaring as she carefully placed each flower in a small arrangement, saving one to leave on Hana's grave. Her cracked wax hands softly touched the stone, tracing over the carved in lettering. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura doesn't say anything for a few moments, leaning over and plucking the last lily out of her hand, gently placing it on Hana's grave and putting a little rock on the stem to weight it down, kneeling down beside ht right afterwards and looking down at his hands, which are now folded lightly on his lap. "I didn't kill Tenko, nor did I ever want to," he replies after a few moments of silence, starting to silently cry, his tearstained cheeks hidden from view due to his long hair. "He killed himself that day, he didn't want to live anymore, after what he did. He thought that no one could love him again, and someone unloved didn't deserve to live."
1 week ago

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[ looking down at his grave she knew almost every little detail about it she was there so often. Somedays she stayd hours sobbing, others only minutes to drop off some flowers then quickly leave unable to stand it. She offered the man no comfort, she didnt care about him. He was cruel and mean, the boy he once was was sweet and loving who always smiled no matter what. ]

**no matter what he would have done i still love him. He could have killed me and i still would have. Its my fault he didnt feel loved... it was all my fault**

[ no matter how badly she wanted to cry she couldnt, rising from her spot she didnt bother to dust the dirt off of her dress. She wanted to leave the man like he left her to her tears. He was just a stranger with a fimilar face. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"It is not your fault for what happened," he says quietly after a few moments, lightly touching Hana's gravestone, the touch so gentle, as if he was touching a sacred object, one that should be left untouched. "He died knowing that you still loved him, albeit he thought it was a foolish love, as he believed that he wouldn't be loved by you anymore. If he had only known then, I believe that he would have come to you, as you were his only friend save for his sister." He then looks up at her, his own cheeks tearstained slightly, and says quietly, "I miss him, I miss him so much....."
1 week ago

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[ when he added the last part her flame brightened as she turned around suddently, she was so angry she couldnt help it. Years of bottled up emotions set to burst her art was no therapy just napalm for her isolation. ]

**You have no right to say you miss him, you caused this all you care the reason he died your the reason im alone! Is all your fault! Why didnt you let me help him?**

[ She spoke as if he was there with Tenko, that he stopped him from letting him know thr reality. She wanted nothing more then to hug the boy again and be kids again with him to. Tears started to form as she turned her back to him, body shaking softly as the anger disipated and her flame grew painfully dim. ]

**i just want him back...**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Now, now, after so many years of holding things back, he finally breaks down, starting to sob now, pressing his face into his knees and curling up, his shoulders shaking as he legs out small, pained noises, of someone who'd been holding back grief for so long, bottling it up, until it exploded in his face one day like a package bomb. Words seem to attempt to escape his lips, but none come out, only being let out as small, muffled noises, each one more pained than the last. He **was** the reason that Tenko wasn't there anymore, the reason that the kind, sweet boy wasn't here anymore.
1 week ago

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[ Her back to the man for a long moment, his sobs cut through her he almost sounded like a child she couldnt take it anymore. Turning around she walked over to him, falling to her knees her arms wrapped around him. His face hiding in her shoulder the same way he use to when they were kids and she would hug him close. Hands rubbing her back she sighed softly as she silently comforted the man pretending he was the little boy. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
He just cries into her shoulder, curling up slightly against her but not wrapping his arms around her, as they did when they were young together, as when he was a child he didn't want to touch her, fearing that she would be angry, but she never was angry with him. After a while of crying into her shoulder, he pulls back, wiping his tears away with a single hand, smiling very weakly at her. "Lucana, I'm so, so sorry, I should have told you, I should have...."
1 week ago

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[ Holding him close to her body it pained her to do such a thing but she couldnt deny him comfort like he denied her, she wasnt that cruel. When he pulled away her touch lingered for a momebt before her hands moved to her lap dull lavander eyes gazing down at her black and pink dress, regrettting that she changed out. ]

**you should have what? you never knew me before today, you arent the boy i care about, you said it yourself... hes long dead...**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"I--Tenko--should have told you what happened," he says quietly, hugging his knees against his chest now in a moment of weakness. "I just feel so....lost, now, I don't know how I should go on now, with you knowing me from Tenko.......in all terms of legality, Tenko is dead, but he lives here." With that, he taps his chest gently, right over his heart. "I was him, long ago, and I can never go back. I'm sorry, Lucana, I know that it hurts you, and has hurt you for a long time."
1 week ago

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[ Sighing softly she didnt know how to feel, she wanted nothing more for him to come back but that seemed impossible. He had no idea what shes been though, he would never understand her pain. She wanted to be so angry but she was just tired of everything, she just wanted someone, anyone but at this point it seemed impossible ]

**what do you think this will make me feel better? Id rather think he was actually dead, why were you even there at the party? What do you want to hurt me? Was that your goal? Why do you hate me?**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"I didn't know you would be here," he replies after a few moments, crossing his legs now and sitting up a bit straighter, looking into her eyes with calm red ones. "I came here because of my adoptive father, he told me it would do me well to be here and to socialize with the people here--I never expected you to be here, I never thought you would go to parties and the likes--but things change, don't they?" He lets out a small, weak chuckle. "And no, I don't hate you, I was just.....angry. Emotions bottled up soon explode, and they did when I saw you."
1 week ago

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**i dont party, i live alone, i work alone, i only came because monger thought it would be good for me but i never spoke to anyone. I just say at home and sculpt but now theres no point to now. Why bother carrying on his memory**

[ tears fell onto her dress as her eyes dull and full of sadness looked up to him. She just wanted to sleep this nightmare away and not have to deal with it at all but she couldnt escape such a thing now. Her body moved on its own, she leaned against him, head on his shoulder she didnt know how to feel. ]

** i suppose.. *
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
He hugs her gently, holding her close, and not speaking, just enjoying how he's holding her, finally, after so many years. After a few minutes of quietly sitting like this, he says softly, "Tenko has never stopped loving you, and, since I was him, I have never stopped caring for you, Lucana." His voice is soft when he speaks, as he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ The embrace didnt feel like how she always imagined it would, but this in a ways was better. Hiding her face from him she didnt know what to do with her hands, hugging herself as he held her. The man smelt like wine and decay, in a way she liked it. When he spoke her eyes were half lidded as her gaze moved to the little tombstone bringing her close to tears once again. She didnt know how to respond, shifting slightly in his arms she softly kissed his cheek pausing once she realized what she did. ]
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
Tomura just smiles softly again, tears starting to form in his eyes, then he hesitantly leans forward and kisses her cheek too, in the same spot she did with him. "Thank you, Lucana, for at least slightly forgiving me. What I did was wrong, and I am truly sorry, I should not have been hidden away for all these years, I should have gone and spoke to you, at least said I was okay..."
1 week ago

hands up lemonheart
[ Tensing up a little when he kissed her she didnt seem to entirly mind, nodding slightly she probably would never fully let go of it but this was a start atleast. ]

**yeah you should have...**

[ she muttered, looking down at her own hands and how many cracks were formed in the cold wax. It didnt hurt though they spidered out from one point at the side of her hand threatening to crack worse at the smallest touch. Then she realized something, quickly looking up to him her voice was full of sadness. ]

**are, are you going to disapeer again?**
1 week ago

zero telepathphobia
"I may," he replies quietly, moving away and sitting beside her now, one of his hands on top of hers gently, a finger reaching out to lightly stroke over her knuckles. "I will have no other choice in that matter, but I can at least give you my contact information if you so desire it." His voice is softer and gentler now than it was before, and kind, too.