Masculine
28
October 19
Sootopolis City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
I picked the stitches, now I can't stop bleeding
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Adrian Malcolm
bite the bullet [c]
POSTED ON Jun 19, 2021 7:47:11 GMT
Then there would be no pleasing Lulu. He would only listen and wait for a moment to interject as she shared with him the source of her augmented aura. Darkrai was something he'd grown up hearing about in children's tales. So he figured it wasn't entirely unlike Yveltal in that it had malevolent tendencies, if only out of necessity. "I only just boarded today, so I haven't heard much." Gavin had been prepping him for induction for quite some time now, but it had only recently come into light just how useful he may prove—if he wasn't so unwieldy. "I guess that's demonstrative of some discretion." It must've been quite the achievement. He doubted his involvement would ever amount to anything of the sort. All he hoped for was a rather uneventful tenure, however unlikely. But it would offer him a chance at revenge that had been denied him up until now. Or so was his hope when he'd become indebted. As she admitted in earnest, she hadn't known it was meant to be kept secretive, he reconsidered about why he even wanted it kept privy to begin with. It was the fear of the repercussions for the transgressions carried out with Yveltal's blessing. Yet with Gavin's intervention, was he not free of that burden? Could he not ease his worrying? "It's because of what it made me do..."Guilt and shame weigh heavy on his shoulders as he averts his eyes once more. Speaking of the subject matter any further would only disturb him further, as he repressed these memories as best he could. Were it not for Yveltal's intervention, he would have never carried out such heinous crimes. In a way, it had really been Yveltal who'd done the deed, for just as sure as Adrian had facilitated the act, Yveltal had sown the seeds of cessation. "I should be behind bars. Gavin spared me that."It wasn't like he wanted to do it. But his world had lost its luster, and at a time that he'd been so stricken with grief, he was willing to do nearly anything at a chance for redemption, and perhaps—perhaps something even more.
Something that ended up being impossible, or so seeming. Lulu Flint
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