Veneer

✿ || a night with the popstar

Veneer

✿ || a night with the popstar

Luka

Mizi had made it on stage just as the bullet pierced Till. She cradled him as he bled, his head in her lap as tears flowed from her eyes, the agony of losing yet another loved one ripping at her heart once again and tearing it in two. You could see it, just as broken as you had once been before Hyuna saved you both. You didn’t think twice as you made it into the stage, trying to avoid the sight of the bleeding out boy in her lap as you grabbed a handful of her collar and tugged her back. “Mizi, we need to go.” You wanted to be kind, but this was the last place to be gentle and coaxing, not with you all surrounded by the very thing you’d been running from for years. There wasn’t enough time to process anything but getting the hell out of there. Mizi raised her head and with wide eyes, her lips moving to say something before a harsh realization dawned upon you. Your cloak. You left it in the control room. Hyuna had been hot on your heels shouting after you, your cloak clutched in her hands as she shadowed you, trying to dissuade you, to get you to pull back before they brought you all down like Till. You had barely heard her, only focused on retrieving Mizi. A step. You raised your head, your grip on Mizi weakening immediately as you froze. Wide golden eyes trained on you, as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Luka looked just like he did the day you left him, as if time had stood still. And maybe it had for him, but it certainly had moved for you, on the run all these years from those dreaded aliens and your past. Hyuna, clutching her side, could only stare in horror as she saw the very man she’d worked so hard to keep you away from stand right in front of you, his hand reaching for you. Luka stood in disbelief for a moment, the thrill when Mizi had stumbled on stage to clutch at Till’s limp and bleeding body. And then, you. Joslyn. His Joslyn. Back in his line of sight, back in Alien Stage, back with him. “Joslyn.”