Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[Luke was trying so hard to keep it together, but something in him crumbled when she told him she loved him. Her voice was soothing, but the one in his ear was cruel, fingernails on a chalkboard, and he was so, so cold. He shivered without even realizing it.] I love you too. [His voice broke, crack and shatter, and he wished he could see what she saw, he did. He wished he could see his little girl instead of something that made him feel sick, he wished he could see his son instead of a monster that laughed at him behind her back, mocking, she doesn't even see. But he saw bad things, bad, bad; part of him wanted to slaughter every last goddamn hellspawn and part of him just wanted to turn his gun on himself so all of it would go away.
She let go of the monster child, but it stayed. He could push it in the pool; maybe it would drown. But no, no, Wren thought it was their little boy. He couldn't let her see. And when her fingers found his cheek he closed his eyes, a sob catching in his throat.] He's not. [No, the pyramid man wasn't a cop. He--it--was something much, much worse. No, it wasn't okay. And guests? He didn't want to fucking look because he knew, he knew what he'd see.
He opened his eyes, then, and watched as she reached for the monster child's hand again. That fucking abomination wasn't coming with them. No, no. Luke drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and he looked down at the thing she called a baby. Bile rose in his throat, and in his ear the bad woman laughed; he couldn't touch it. God help him, he couldn't do it. He'd sooner throw it in the water before carrying it around. But they had to go, they needed to move, and he let out that breath in a long, heavy exhale.]
I'll take Gus. [That way he could kill it when she wasn't looking. He could make it go away. And, better his hands be burned than hers. Luke forced a smile, and he very, very carefully reached out to tug the thing's hand from hers. He felt revulsion, touching the burning creature, but he didn't let himself flinch or shudder in disgust.] Let's go. Quiet, okay?