she relished in his praise of her intelligence. truly, there had never been anything more that she’d wanted than to be acknowledged by her family. gavin, and now @rowan, were the only ones that she cared about anymore.

and really, now, other wants had moved into the picture. apocalyptic desires, not as wholesome, if one could ever have called her motives such considering the means at which she’d pursued them.

she took a big gulp of tequila, and nodded enthusiastically. “mm. yup. morse code,” she confirmed.

“killian figured it out first, actually. it’s a meteoroid. 99943 meteno. apparently, it’s headed straight for us.”

due to the alcohol, it slipped her mind entirely how alarming this might've been, and what a detail it had been to nearly let slip by without mention.

“right? it’s fine. it’ll be fine.” she turned to him, breaking into a sick grin. “we’ll be fine, cil. we can take it.”

Cillian Quinn

☉

what else was there to do but laugh anymore?

“oh, it's okay.” as though she weren’t the one short-circuiting at that very moment. “a year’s a lot of time.”

she shook her head, only thinking too late to tone down the look on her face. oh, she hoped it would hit. the only thing now was to race it to be sure it wasn’t just hoenn that was taken out.

it was something dark in her, pulling her to something that felt like destiny. as though she were possessed, only catching glimpses of the brother in front of her that she loved. that she’d, only months ago, sacrifice her life for without hesitation.

it was when she’d had less of a purpose.

no, he’d abandoned her in the beginning. caused her pain, and heartache—the inevitable turmoil that humanity inflicted upon one another over and over by simply being human; an evil that needed to be eradicated once and for all.

he was human, and so, he was the enemy.

the lies began with another sip of tequila.

“well for one, i think the aliens are probably full of shit, but if it is in fact headed towards us, i’ll just build a gun and shoot it out of the sky myself.” because would be easy, surely. “i’m looking into it. we need to investigate mossdeep—because those sneaky assholes would know, surely.”

Cillian Quinn

☉

her mood was soon soured by his concern, and his lack of faith in her—at least how she took it—and it was visible on her flushed face.

“but it is as simple as that,” she countered meaninglessly, but it fell under the rest of her brother’s grounded reasoning.

she sighed a breath all tequila, unabashedly irritated. the fact that Killian Decker knew, and had told gavin, and now she’d confirmed it in a slip… gavin had a job to do, and so of course, the apocalypse would evidently have to wait after all.

and really, maybe that wasn’t so bad, because that meant there would be plenty more time to torture FERNANDO SILPH .

so, what now? save the world?

stupid. stupid. she kicked herself.

“the league?” her face twisted. “the league probably knows. i’m sure the scientists at the space station know. how could they not? and of course they wouldn't tell us about it, cil. think about that.” she looked over at him again. “what about the soiree? you think it’s a coincidence all of that weird shit happened there?”

she pondered for a moment. maybe help to break the dimensional barrier wasn’t so impossible to ask for, after all.

“everything going on here lately is related, if you ask me. just look at the unown report. whoever wrote that knows what’s coming, and dr. holo has something to do with it.”

looking at him, she tilted her head and took another sip.

“you want to play hero and save the world, cil, then we need her.”

Cillian Quinn

☉

”i mean probably, you can’t trust the government…”

but that was neither here nor there, because if it wasn’t time to die, she had a solution.

at saoirse, her nose scrunched. ”lulu,” she corrected under his words, where she might not have if she hadn’t been further corrupted by tequila.

her shoes began to kick lightly on the wall again, swinging as though she had not a care in the world. the end would come soon enough, big brother’s wishes be damned. she would just have to be sneakier.

”i think the unown are a good bet. they've definitely got something to do with it.” she then took the opportunity: ”and didn't i tell you cillian? didn’t i say,  'this is not good idea', but no one listened to me, nOoOo...” she paused and fidgeted with her fingers; a glimpse of the child he'd once known that rarely surfaced anymore. ”personally, i think we should build a spaceship and focus our resources on achieving warp speed—but that’s probably not going to happen.”

she pursed her lips and then brought her drink up again to sip and ponder for a moment, before continuing.

“when those white-haired guys disappeared, something... glitched. they became like jumbled pixels. dr. holo… hologram…” she looked over at him. “i’d say she’s from some sort of technologically advanced civilization, somewhere off this planet, and maybe even outside of our universe.” which meant the multiverse existed, which was exciting as hell. “which means we’ll need to break through another dimension.”

she shrugged. “easy-peasy sitrus squeezy.”

Cillian Quinn

☉

”yes,” she responded, face falling severe for only a moment. ”saoirse is gone.”

and, truly, she was. her very nature had been destroyed by tapu fini. everything from her confidence to her eyesight had been mended. perhaps it was only the great amount of time they had spent apart that had prevented her brother from noticing how very much she’d changed.

lulu rolled her eyes, though it was likely hidden behind a curtain of dark hair in the breeze. part of her relished in the return of his accent, and it showed in the smallest smirk.

”no, i haven’t done it before,” her voice dragged, and she took a heavy sip of her tequila and looked over at him.

”it’ll be fine, cillian. panicking doesn’t make anything better.”

said the conspiracy theorist raving about the dangers of a tiny piece of technology. lulu was perhaps nothing if not a hypocrite.

Cillian Quinn

☉

her eyes glanced up at his. not panicking? she didn’t believe him. there had been a time when she had believed her brother to be unbreakable, but she was no longer under this impression. people were inherently, deeply flawed in innumerous ways—every one of them.

even the one who had taught her how to hide behind a face of steel.

all of the noxious attitude from moments before dissipated like smoke out of her ears. she was flat. shrugged. ”what’s the point in worrying? i’m working on it.” she would be.

”do you have any suggestions?” 

Cillian Quinn

☉