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Scarriden

Villains are not the most frightening thing in the shadows here.

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Character Portrait: Lucian Mitchell Character Portrait: Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco
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LUCIAN MITCHELL
the villain - 2d2a2f - outfit
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xxi throw my head back, heart under attack
xxstraight through the chest like a thunderclap
xxyou can burn too bright, burn too bright to see
xxwith the lights out, a shadow of a doubt
Lucian raised an eyebrow in amusement as Markus yawned, before practically shaking himself awake. The hero looked exhausted, and Luc couldn't blame him for that. They both were running practically on empty, and he just wished they had enough time to recover so they could be at their best. But it was time he wasn't sure they had, so they'd just have to manage.

Markus had a point about quitting his job. It was much, much easier for Luc to just vanish and leave no trace. His entire life had been set up to allow him to do just that. Lucian just shrugged as Markus asked if he thought they'd go after her. They'd entered an entirely new phase now, and it was hard to know how they were going to react. If Lucian was being honest, he thought it was not only possible, but likely. They weren't going to be happy about the two of them practically vanishing in to thin air. But Markus didn't seem to want to dwell on it, so he stashed the thought away for when they were both a little sharper. Lucian could feel the exhaustion and the pain beginning to tug on his own mind. He nodded as Markus offered to make them food. "Well, if you're offering, darling, that sounds great." He stood up and followed Markus out to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and topping up both their glasses.

"I probably have mixers somewhere here if you want to be a little more classy," he mused, before discovering he had left a bottle of Coke in the fridge. "Fuck yeah." He topped up his own glass with some and climbed on to the counter a little bit away from where Markus would be cooking, cradling his glass. "So. What do you want to talk about that doesn't involve this crazy... thing we're trying to do? Because we're practically living together and I know next to nothing about you other than a suitably tragic heroic backstory."