{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

Comments

[obediences]

Honestly, Luther doesn't play the game well at all compared to the rest of his family. Most of them have mastered barbed sarcasm and veiled (or often not-so-veiled) insults: Diego, Allison, and Five wield their words like knives, and Allison in particular is a mastermind at it, at politics and manipulation and smiling through a two-faced compliment.

Luther, on the other hand, is a blunt weapon, a cudgel. He tends to say what's on his mind, and can't hide his true thoughts that well.

"Yeah, it's been pretty busy. And I'm not even on the council." He answers without cattiness or an attempt at a buried dig: it's just the bare and unvarnished truth. He shifts awkwardly, takes another swig of his drink, then looks surprised to realise that it's already empty. Goddamnit. He wants that cover of alcohol loosening him up; discomfort is already prickling in his fingers, tight-knotted in his muscles. He's having trouble looking at her.

"I would've thought it would be, I don't know, a huge affair. Pomp and circumstance and ceremony."