2 ☭ VIDEO & TEXT | SPECIAL LOCKS FOR SEELIE AND UNSEELIE

[marred]

( SEELIE LOCKED )

[ luke's exhausted, and it's clear in his expression, of how gaunt his face is beginning to look. if he had a mirror, he'd be frightened by what he saw — he looks as though he's travelled back in time to be beneath the thumb of kronos, skin splotchy and patchy, the light dulling behind his eyes, and purple almost blossoming beneath his them due to his refusal to sleep. nightmares don't plague luke, not as he had witnessed them grab nico tightly when he had gone camping with the boys, but he doesn't want to risk succumbing to them with clarisse about. it's already awkward enough between the two of them — he doesn't want to make himself even more vulnerable to her. but the dara is sheathed at his waist, backbiter in his hands, as he glances at it idly, as though he's not interested in the question he poses to those of his court, but more in the blade that makes him feel a little more balanced than anything else in the drabwurld. ]

Anyone else stuck out near Caer Scima? Maybe we could have a playdate. Go bowling. [ translation to words he can't form his lips into the shape of: is everyone okay? ]

[ and with a little camera work, he reveals the dara to be sheathed at his waist. ] The Dara's with me, just a note to self.

( UNSEELIE LOCKED )

[ if he's going to be stuck in unseelie territory for the time being, slowly making his way back to caer glaem, he figures he might as well make the most of it — meet the natives, set up a few dates, perhaps even end up going steady with a few of them. ]

Anyone up for a game of two truths and a lie? Pick the lie and you win the prize of feeling good about yourself after such a hard few weeks.

I'll start!

1. I'm Unseelie.
2. I'm a big fan of Nike.
3. My father's the inventor of toaster strudel.

[ so, maybe, that's a lie and a half. hermes totally could've invented mean girls, right? ]