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Offline elysian.

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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #60 on: July 20, 2019, 11:06:23 AM »
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a can of cider lobbed at him. he should’ve seen that coming. it fell short by a ways, the blonde left to stare at it before looking over towards the dumbass stretched out across the sofa. there was that cocky grin and amusement tracing easily around his words. a perfect picture of what luka had had to put up with for the last couple of months. then there was the mention of deran benson. another thing he should’ve seen coming. he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in response to a wagging of brows, and for a moment, he was tempted to swat the tossed phone mid-air. perhaps watch it fall to the ground. instead, though, he lazily caught it, wandering closer towards the couch. it’d take too much effort to have to pick it up, and he’d never hear the end of it.

“move,” was the only real warning he gave before sitting on the couch, namely where silas’s legs had been - and probably still were. “i did it for like a whole hour yesterday, you lazy shit.” his mind flickered to the other day, contemplating if it had really been an entire hour. it was hard to believe silas about most things, but he had a fair point that now it was his turn. luka didn’t have much to say in his own defense, instead simply responding as he lazily played around on silas’s phone, “unlike you, i had better things to do.” most of that was nodding on and off on the sofa while silas texted away, fingertips just barely touching silas’s thigh for the smallest ounce of human connection.

they had been sitting there for a while, luka texting their song request over and over and over. it was only after his hand started to cramp a bit from it that he sighed, leaning his head back against the sofa to stare up at the ceiling. this was useless, he was never going to play the damn song--

“next up-- a song we’ve been requested many times these last few shows. might as well play it.”

he perked up slightly at the announcement, turning to stare over at the radio.

“here it is, by popular demand, twisted nerve.”

for a moment, luka couldn’t believe that it had actually worked. such a long time spent messaging this man to play this haunting melody, a melody luka had whistled many times in his life-- and the tune was playing on the radio. on deran benson’s show. he stared at the radio for a moment before looking over at silas, unsure how to even react. brows raised expectantly, he waited for a response from silas that would express enough about how to feel for the both of them.

 tonight was the night.

//wow sorry for this post wtf

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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #61 on: October 14, 2019, 02:35:13 PM »
      A small smile lingered on, Silas' hand resting on the steering wheel as the car blended into the darkness. Tonight was the night. What night was it, one would wonder? Well, it was the night where two wrongs could make a right. The controversial slash wicked Deran Benson had to pay for all of the things he'd done - that was the way of the modern world - and Silas would so happily be the one restore order once more.

The lights switched off and the house was left dark, hidden from the world; the perfect crime scene right in front of Silas' eyes. He sucked in a deep breath of anticipation before turning his head to look over towards his pretty-but-very-infuriating accomplice. ❝ Lets get this over and done with. ❞ Silas was no longer painfully pedantic about the logistics of a crime. Sure, it made him twitch with uncertainty - he liked knowing what to expect - and so instead this... winging it method of Luka's was truly fuckin' terrifying to say the least.

If Luka was relying on his wits to help keep the two of them out of the law's way, then he and Silas were pretty damn fucked, weren't they?

But, Silas couldn't pin the blame on Luka, no matter how content he felt to do so. A part of it made him feel uneasy about the idea. See, Luka was weirdly endearing - emphasis on the weird part - and a part of Silas didn't really want to see this end. They worked together well as this unconventional tag team, it almost made him sick... What Silas was tryna say was... He liked Luka. Admittedly. It was painful to admit but there it was - he liked the bastard's company sometimes. Most times.

Except for that one time where Luka swung a bat right into his belly. He was such a dickhead.

❝ Now, keep the noise to a minimum, all right? I don't want the neighbours waking up. ❞ Silas whispered as he strolled right to the front door, a hammer in hand, and tried the handle. Oh. That was easy. The door swung open effortlessly, a huge mistake on Deran's part. Never leave your doors unlocked, people! That's how the monsters get in.

He sauntered in, inquisitive eyes flitting about the dark hallway as he allowed for Luka to wander in behind, Silas pursing his lips mindlessly before looking over his shoulder. Slowly, he nudged the door shut, twisting the key in the door before pulling it out and pocketing it.

Never leave your doors unlocked, because those scary monsters have hands to sneak in and lock themselves in the house with you.

Silas looked to Luka. ❝ We've gone through this already- ❞ He whispered softly, intense gaze searching Luka's eyes. ❝ Have fun, and don't fuck this up. ❞ He swung the hammer lightly, testing out his weapon of choice before turning and walking in one direction for Luka to walk in the other. He sighed gently, tipping his head to the side as he navigated through the dark, eyes finally following a glimmer of light.

Slowly approaching, he realised that it'd been a very antique looking vase on the shelving unit, Silas looking around as if the zero people in the room with him were watching, before he suddenly nudged the vase off the shelf, smiling at the satisfying sound of a crash. That ought to have woken the shithead radio jockey up.

And now, it was game time.

// AND SHE'S BACK
HERE I AM. NOT QUITE DYING.