.* ☽ ─ песець ˎˊ- [joining]

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

"Well we can't have that" comes a voice behind the two as mass wings of pitch fold back and enfold a form of shadow and spikes draping like a cape down his back, just how Luciferus manages to be silent even so massive is perhaps a mystery to everyone involved but he manages (he does have a streak of the dramatic to him, something he inherited from his mother)

the dragon inclines his head (and if he knew her thoughts he'd be saddened anew, his feral taken in children have flown the nest - and the other raptors seem to have long been gone since his return) and motions with his claws "I can take that off you if you like miss Venus, I can carry it too whichever home you choose here - ah, Luciferus by the way" content to leave it at that since he's rather sure the two would rather finish their conversation.

Home is complicated because Home is many things - and had once been a place, now long gone to time and memory (part of him hurts at that, knowing so many will not be remembered now for their sacrifice, another erasure of time - but at least he still lives to remember all the faces gone by)

Home is no longer a place for him now that it is gone, rather Home is people for Lucifer - those he cares about and those he's chosen to stand for and wherever they remain he chooses to be - The Typhoon is not home because one day it will be gone like so many others, ephemeral in cosmic winds that this planet might too one day be but dust and echoes.

the people of the typhoon are another story (as was the people of a clan under the earth once and a clan of blood, back after Home was gone but before he'd come here - it is always, always the people that matter than any slice of land to him)

he thinks one day when this planet is dead for sure, he will come back and carve the names of those he counted among his in what remains - something to say that they were here once, that they mattered, were still remembered.

this is what Home means to Luciferus.

[oof went on a tangent there sorry]

LUCIFERUS GRIMM

#psychosocial.