Lucks sat in an empty waiting room. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back against the wall and breathed in the nearly chill air.
It'd been a while since things were so peaceful. Especially for such an extended period. It was normal for him personally to be almost inhumanly calm, but typically, everything around him would be on fire.
But now? Everything had finally ceased for once.
He was glad. It was a familiar, somewhat unfamiliar, nice feeling. But things- were never as it seemed.
As the seconds ticked, he became more anxious. She awaited him.
It was a secret nobody really knew, but...
He'd grown to be a somewhat unsure person. Dread had almost worn away at him. It seemed like ever since that day, for ages he'd been fighting every day, for every stranger, and for every purpose.
He was free once. He himself would describe himself as pitiful, but not even he could deny his... oddly free nature. Swarmed by challengers, he met them all with grace and destroyed everything in his path. Yet now, he found himself willingly or unwillingly bound by those he found fond. Back then, he'd stand, allowing every strand of fate to pass by without a care in the world. He was, in a way, stronger, wholly unbound. But that didn't last very long after meeting her. As time went on, he could feel himself changing. In a way, he grew weaker, yet obscenely stronger.
To be young, he supposed. As he changed. As he burned away. As every chain and string slipped, he followed each and every one to its conclusion.
Had he gone soft? Regardless, he was feeling a bit paranoid, and he also wanted to puke a little. It was a bad feeling worrying so much.
"Sup brat." A cheery, feminine voice awoke him from his thoughts.
Opening his eyes, he met the eyes of a lady looking down at him. Every negative thought was blasted away. The angel had flowing white, nearly glowing hair. Her eyes were a ghastly silver, soul-piercing, nearly all-seeing, like the terrifying eyes of an inhuman deity. Upon her face was an irradiant smile. Her eyes and lips seemed radioactive. As if their light could slowly and insidiously shred every cell in his body apart, melting him into a puddle.
"What's with that face? You look like you've just seen a ghost." She grinned a mocking smile, drawing a grin from his own face.
"How is it?" His voice was soft, his eyes softer.
"Hah. Well, bad news for you, I'm alive." She couldn't help but smirk further.
He gave an exaggerated sigh, "I'll be sure to complain to the doctors."
Her smirk widened, "How cruel. Is this any way to treat the love of your life?"
"Well." He stood up and kissed her. "I've died before, so it's lives not life.
"Watch what ya say then, I might end up causing a death just for that."
Lucks smiled as he walked past her and to the door, his voice overly polite and kind, "Alright then. Shall we go now, my love?"
Her lips curved slightly less into a softer smile as her face became a slight shade redder. So slight it was nearly imperceptible. Slowly and calmly, she walked towards the exit, stopping at the door. Refusing to betray her emotions so easily, she looked up at him coyly, "I guess you survive this time."
"I'm honored."