05-17-2019, 08:17 PM
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 addy had been around lucerne for years. literal years. the first time he’d met him, he’d been relatively put-together. if he’d ever been relatively normal in his life, then addy must’ve never got to witness it, because mentally he’d already been off his rocker-- but at least physically, he looked like a man who acted like he had it together. he dressed a hell of a lot better than addy, which wasn’t saying much but.. it was at least something.
over the years, though, both appearance-wise and mentally, lucerne seemed to take a slow decline. it had happened so slowly that the redhead almost hadn’t even noticed it. he thought through all these years that addy himself had been losing pieces of himself, falling apart at the seams - and he’d been so focused on himself, that he hadn’t even noticed the person he’d been with all the years, loved all these years, was now a completely different man. a shell of who he used to be when even addy had first met him. the worst part of it all was that he felt like he could’ve done something to help lucerne through the steady decline. instead, everything he did only made it worse, didn’t it?
if anything, add felt like he’d made the man hit rock bottom. after that night… his hand hovered briefly over the spot on his abdomen, gently tracing over his shirt where the scar would be. he’d always given lucerne so much shit about having that one moral, that one little promise to himself-- never take a life. and addy had taken that moral from him. guilt so constantly ate at him ever since that moment, and for many reasons. but the whole point of it was that he’d taken away the moral, and with that, it seemed like lucerne had completely let himself go--
that was what he’d figured until he turned his head and saw lucerne, actually looking presentable. addy had been sitting on the grass, watching the ocean, contemplating a whole bunch of shit (he had a lot on his mind, lately, always had a lot on his mind)-- though seeing the man smelling a flower like a fucking princess was definitely enough to derail him from his thoughts. standing up and strolling over, he crossed his arms over his chest as he walked closer. “look at you.†looking a lot more presentable. looking great, honestly (all things considered). he paused for a moment, glancing at the flower in his hand before questioning, “what, never smelled a flower before?†there was slight amusement in his eyes as he glanced over at the man. and something seemed off, but he didn’t question it. he never questioned it.
 addy had been around lucerne for years. literal years. the first time he’d met him, he’d been relatively put-together. if he’d ever been relatively normal in his life, then addy must’ve never got to witness it, because mentally he’d already been off his rocker-- but at least physically, he looked like a man who acted like he had it together. he dressed a hell of a lot better than addy, which wasn’t saying much but.. it was at least something.
over the years, though, both appearance-wise and mentally, lucerne seemed to take a slow decline. it had happened so slowly that the redhead almost hadn’t even noticed it. he thought through all these years that addy himself had been losing pieces of himself, falling apart at the seams - and he’d been so focused on himself, that he hadn’t even noticed the person he’d been with all the years, loved all these years, was now a completely different man. a shell of who he used to be when even addy had first met him. the worst part of it all was that he felt like he could’ve done something to help lucerne through the steady decline. instead, everything he did only made it worse, didn’t it?
if anything, add felt like he’d made the man hit rock bottom. after that night… his hand hovered briefly over the spot on his abdomen, gently tracing over his shirt where the scar would be. he’d always given lucerne so much shit about having that one moral, that one little promise to himself-- never take a life. and addy had taken that moral from him. guilt so constantly ate at him ever since that moment, and for many reasons. but the whole point of it was that he’d taken away the moral, and with that, it seemed like lucerne had completely let himself go--
that was what he’d figured until he turned his head and saw lucerne, actually looking presentable. addy had been sitting on the grass, watching the ocean, contemplating a whole bunch of shit (he had a lot on his mind, lately, always had a lot on his mind)-- though seeing the man smelling a flower like a fucking princess was definitely enough to derail him from his thoughts. standing up and strolling over, he crossed his arms over his chest as he walked closer. “look at you.†looking a lot more presentable. looking great, honestly (all things considered). he paused for a moment, glancing at the flower in his hand before questioning, “what, never smelled a flower before?†there was slight amusement in his eyes as he glanced over at the man. and something seemed off, but he didn’t question it. he never questioned it.