𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.

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My Self-Summary

Am I really supposed to fill all this out? It's so long...

There's not much to tell. Name's Lighter. When I'm not too busy being kidnapped, you can find me in the Outer Ring. As the undefeated Champion, I defend the honor of the Sons of Calydon.

    My Future Plans

Here? Just playing the game.

    My Talents

Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.

    Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Caesar's more of the reader between us, but she never lets me touch the books I pick up for her. Movies... disaster? Romance is alright too. Music is whatever's playing in Steeltusk. Though when boss and Lucy get on the piano, it's got a nice sound to it. As for food... anything convenient and edible. Taste is a bonus, I guess. On the go or in a Hollow, lollipops work fine for me.

      My Ideal Partner

[ he left this blank like a coward. ]

   

Height 6'1"/185cm   Body Type boxer   Smokes not anymore   Drinks occasionally   Drugs no   Sign capricorn, says lucy     Education street smart     Occupation biker gang champion     Income pretty good     Children none     Pets do little boars count?     Hobbies joyrides, sometimes

             

   

 

 

       

    01. WINE OR BEER

Beer, if there's no Nitro-Fuel around.

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

...Clowns?

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, it's more convenient.

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates. Hollow bandits are pretty similar.

    .05 TITS OR ASS

Uhh. Either, I suppose...

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer. Not much winter to speak of at home.

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. Easier to clean.

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Hey, who's asking?

         

   

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ENERGY

63%

introverted

 

MIND

51%

intuitive

 

NATURE

76%

feeling

 

TACTICS

58%

judging

 

IDENTITY

61%

turbulent

 

 

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[flagrant]

[ Deflective, Lighter notes silently. But not in the way where he feels as though he's been cast off of something, as a shield, but guided by a gentle hand to look the other direction. Away from a light that could blind him, if he dared look too long.

His curiosity sates and that's a deliberate choice he makes, crossing his arms over his middle. ]

It's true that we're on a bit of a time limit. [ Thirty minutes, if he recalls. ] Another time, then. Over lunch, preferably, rather than all this.

[ An idle invitation for later, to take or to leave. ]

Did you leave by choice?

[harmonial]

We are. I'm not sure how much time is left.

[And, how strange, that he dislikes the idea of that inevitable ending. He's enjoying this, even as they visit a topic that remains a raw wound in him, freshly scoured.]

But no, I didn't. I would have stayed if things had gone differently, but... I suspect it was an inevitable outcome. A necessary one. [A soft exhalation.] Still, failure besets everyone uniquely. What do you do when your goal is no longer attainable?

[flagrant]

[ Lighter's quiet a moment longer in consideration of that question. It's not like he has much room to talk; a devotion long dead still stalks his heels, day in and day out. He pays restitution to the ghosts and only wishes it was enough to soothe the ache of failure. Of all the scars he harbors, that one must be the worst.

Sniffing slightly, thoughts coalescing as he rubs the empty space between his collarbones, he settles on: ]

You change your heart. And if you can't do it alone, you find people who'll help you.

[harmonial]

Wise words.

[He means it, even if a lightness touches his tone now — but only because he is smiling unseen. How strange, that such encouragement would leave him feeling warm rather than left out in the cold, as so many other sentiments have in the past.]

Are you volunteering yourself, sir?

[flagrant]

[ He barks a laugh, the sound of it stoked low beneath the pleasant char of his voice. Coldness is a difficult thing to mirror between two people for a significant amount of time — inevitably, closeness always begets warmth. ]

I told you, didn't I? If you're having trouble, come and find me. Even if it's rewriting your fate.

[harmonial]

Thank you. That means more to me than I can say.

[There's warmth in his tone, as well as a tiredness that creeps in on little feet.]

Our time's almost up, I think. I have to admit — I'm reluctant to leave.

[Let's not talk about that 'LUST' button... Well, Sunday is deliberately not looking at it.]

[flagrant]

[ He knew it'd have to end, eventually. Likewise, he doesn't immediately think of the button on his peripherals, focus instead honed on the shifted cadence of the other man's voice. Better, he thinks. It's the best he can hope for — leaving something just a little better than when he'd found it. ]

Hey, don't worry. I'll see you again soon. Right?

[harmonial]

Right. At least, I'd hope so.

[Soft breath, spoken in an exhale. He carries Lighter's voice with him to the unlocked door, the low purr of its vibration in the air like a newly-plucked string — different from any other he's known. Heat and comfort in the parting syllables.]

Until then.

[And quietly, he departs.]