he didn't mean to... he killed him. there had been so much rage in him after hearing the way that sika madu so calmly talked about their stance on the matter. the horrid, ugly, disgusting truth that they told everyone. a truth that lavi couldn't truly find words to counter or find fault with. ( perspective. meanings read between the lines. ) he hates it. they (who?) spoke like that to.
cruel promises made to desperate people. a family that wished to only protect their own. he hates it all. every where he goes it's the same. blood, death elan, pain, sorrow...the numbness that it created inside of him. he hates it. but there were ones who were touch him elan. apple. louis. dehya.—allowed him to feel something. people amethyst who made him realize that his smiles weren't painted on his face.
lavi was never supposed to care; lavi was taught that he was supposed to live lightly, but lavi ended up caring too much and he has been punished for it. in his arms is a body and his hands are covered in the blood of—elan. who? elan. important. elan. partner. elan. friend? elan. elan. elan. there would be no way that he could have. he wouldn't have...never. he would have torn someone else apart in order to protect him. ( he wasn't supposed to care. they weren't supposed to matter. )
elan ceres.
the exact moment that lavi remembers who—where—he is, he sinks back into the ground as a shadow momentarily as he holds his head. he feels the heart he no longer has racing in his chest and the lungs that don't exist demanding air... yeah, he'll have to platform his way back, and he will, but if sika madu thinks that this would have changed lavi's feelings towards sika madu in their favor—it didn't. he clenches the jaw he no longer has and grinds the teeth that he has no need for as the loathing burns deep into his very soul.
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he didn't mean to... he killed him. there had been so much rage in him after hearing the way that sika madu so calmly talked about their stance on the matter. the horrid, ugly, disgusting truth that they told everyone. a truth that lavi couldn't truly find words to counter or find fault with. ( perspective. meanings read between the lines. ) he hates it. they (who?) spoke like that to.
cruel promises made to desperate people. a family that wished to only protect their own. he hates it all. every where he goes it's the same. blood, death elan, pain, sorrow...the numbness that it created inside of him. he hates it. but there were ones who were touch him elan. apple. louis. dehya.—allowed him to feel something. people amethyst who made him realize that his smiles weren't painted on his face.
lavi was never supposed to care; lavi was taught that he was supposed to live lightly, but lavi ended up caring too much and he has been punished for it. in his arms is a body and his hands are covered in the blood of—elan. who? elan. important. elan. partner. elan. friend? elan. elan. elan. there would be no way that he could have. he wouldn't have...never. he would have torn someone else apart in order to protect him. ( he wasn't supposed to care. they weren't supposed to matter. )
elan ceres.
the exact moment that lavi remembers who—where—he is, he sinks back into the ground as a shadow momentarily as he holds his head. he feels the heart he no longer has racing in his chest and the lungs that don't exist demanding air... yeah, he'll have to platform his way back, and he will, but if sika madu thinks that this would have changed lavi's feelings towards sika madu in their favor—it didn't. he clenches the jaw he no longer has and grinds the teeth that he has no need for as the loathing burns deep into his very soul.
lavi will remember this. ]