“who did this?”

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

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ky didn’t think that it was important. having a busted lip as well as a few broken bones was the usual these days. sometimes, he didn’t want to fight, and let himself get beat up to a bloody pulp — it gave some a slight amount of over confidence that they could win. it was a false victory… right before he moved in for the kill.

“one’s dead,” it was a close call, but he was able to actually kill one. the other… well, he wasn’t so lucky, “couldn’t get the other. i feel like a truck hit me.”

❝ Keep my name out your mouth. ❞

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there was a pause, one that honestly was done for effect
than anything else, but all the same, ky’lar wanted to make
a point of this. after-all, most of what he did was for show
— if he actually wanted to do something drastic, it took
time, and right now, he was willing to put an a performance
for caleb. 

it first started with a blank stare; one that resembled confusion.
then he leaned forward… just inches away from the other as he
spoke, “if i want to say your name, i’ll say it. if i want to put you
in chains, i’ll keep you there until the end of days are upon us,
and if you don’t watch your tongue… i’ll rip it out.”

“Who did this?” (jess)

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

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he shouldn’t have even been in this situation, but low, and behold… he had a busted lip… as well as a black eye. usually, he would have been able to heal, but all the same, he just wasn’t healing fast enough. plus, the facts of the matter was simple; don’t take on someone in a red suit in the middle of the night.

“do you really want to know?” he asked with a grunt, “i’m fine. give me a few hours an’ i’ll be as good as new.”

“This was my plan all along.” // luci

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betrayal was like air to the both of them. they pushed, they pulled, and they made sure that everything good between them was destroyed. somedays, they were content… they had a fake sense of decency between them.

then, there were day’s like this. each word was meant to dig deeper into the other; tearing everything apart until there were only shards. ky’lar was bullet proof to most things lucifer had said in the past – fighting was commonplace. he knew it better than anything these days and it was a reason to why his only response was confusion. 

ky’lar tried everything to make things work. to give up what he wanted… just to be with HIS archangel and now this? if it was anyone else, he would have ended them a long time ago or even left, but… it wasn’t. 

no, it was lucifer and there was no escaping… not even if he wanted to, “you could have fooled me.” the words were stated bluntly as he leaned his head back, “end it then. ‘cause, i have nothing else left… besides you.” 

// @sorrowsfate

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.”

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of course it didn’t look like a scratch, but it wasn’t like ky was actually going to admit he was hurt. not when all it would do would cause more problems: he didn’t need anyone fussing over him. he wasn’t a child and he didn’t need anyone treating him like one. he could take care of himself.

it was why he attempted to bite back the rude remark, but in the end, he didn’t feel it was worth it, “Doesn’t matter anyways.” He said bluntly, “Why do you even care?” He may have been bleeding out, but he still couldn’t grasp why anyone – in their right mind – would actually take the time out of their day to worry about him.