[ open ] no light, no light in your bright blue eyes

[thevulnerability]

Who: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar, Seth Gecko, Richie Gecko + YOU
Where: Alexandria
When: Catch All for the event.
Rating: R // warnings: violence and character death
Summary: The idylic suburban dream life is shattered. Homes will burn, pillagers will pillage, zombies will... zomb.
The Story:

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[thevulnerability]

[ Chloe almost wants to laugh at the idea of it not hurting, but she's also not sure it can hurt any more than it already does. But she's starting to feel tired, and confused, a little listless more than scared and she knows she's about to die either way at this point. At least now she won't have to worry about hurting anybody.

While, physically, anyway. At least for her, the pain will be over quick enough. Seth and Lucifer are left with whatever comes next. ]

I hope you're a good shot. [ Terrible last words, but she wants to make Seth laugh. The finality of it all feels too forced, especially with the knowledge that she will come back from this. Chloe lets out a long breath, and it's easier to close her eyes than she thought it would be. Maybe she'll fall asleep before it even happens. She lets go of Lucifer's hand but she can still feel them both there with her, and she's suddenly thankful they didn't let her do this on her own.

She's not exactly ready to die, but she's come to peace with it, for the time being. ]

[walkingheroin]

[She tries to let go of her hand, and he refuses, shifting closer instead, completely unworried about the idea of Seth somehow hitting him instead. The man is a good shot, he's pretty sure. It wouldn't matter either way.

He pulls her arm in, cradling it against his chest, with his side against the frame of the chair while he sits on the floor. His head tilts away, unable to watch, instead flicking his eyes up at Seth briefly and then down at the floor.

He shuts his eyes. He waits for the noise.]

[screwedontight]

No worries, Chloe. No worries.

[Trying to put humor into his tones that isn't there. Even as his thumb brushes off the safety. He's been prepared this entire time to kill any zombie that came near them, but he never thought he would have to do this.

Meeting Lucifer's gaze, giving the man a nod before he brings the muzzle up. Not looking away, not risking the movement of his gaze will move the muzzle. No chance that he won't finish her quickly and humanely. That he won't ever forget the image of the moment that Chloe died by his hand.

He pulled the trigger.]