[He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to do any of the things she's asked of him, and yet he doesn't know what to do if he doesn't. What this impostor will do to Lumine if he doesn't.
He yanks his head away from her, not wanting to hear it, her voice whispering into his ear. It makes him long for her, for her to be free and back safely in his arms, but instead he sits on this cold concrete seat in front of the spookiest mirror he's ever seen in his life, not knowing what's coming next. The kiss on his cheek is gross. He hates it, and he's never hated anything more in his life.
The poisonous look she shoots at her should have killed. It doesn't, of course.]
Fuck off.
[He closes his eyes, but he can't relax, even if he wanted. Pray for them to be together? Is she serious? He's not doing that. He's going to pray for an answer to this situation.]
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He yanks his head away from her, not wanting to hear it, her voice whispering into his ear. It makes him long for her, for her to be free and back safely in his arms, but instead he sits on this cold concrete seat in front of the spookiest mirror he's ever seen in his life, not knowing what's coming next. The kiss on his cheek is gross. He hates it, and he's never hated anything more in his life.
The poisonous look she shoots at her should have killed. It doesn't, of course.]
Fuck off.
[He closes his eyes, but he can't relax, even if he wanted. Pray for them to be together? Is she serious? He's not doing that. He's going to pray for an answer to this situation.]