MOMVERSE: Have Your Twink and Eat Him Too (Luci and Yusuke)

[stylistic_disloyalty]

It's been a while, almost a year since both Laura and Yuri were Ported out leaving their loved one behind. Both had different mechanisms, with varying degrees of success on the "coping" front, but obviously the biggest healer would always be time. It marched on no matter how much both both of them ached, and Luci at least had other things to worry about. Her Imperial Phase had passed with the predicted amount of chaos, property damage, and pain, but afterwards she'd come back clear and relieved that she hadn't killed anybody. That had taken a great deal of stress off, and she'd started performing again.

Her concerts slowly became the powerhouse events they had been before she'd lost Laura, full of fierce energy and the scream of independence, less about her own pain and self-pity. She'd never wanted to become that, and Luci remembers that more and more with every concert she gives.

This particular one is a good night. She performs for a solid four hours, never stopping, never resting, until she sees most of her audience can't take anymore. Covered in sweat, her shirt clinging to her, she grins and is silent. What's left of the crowd erupts in applause as Luci sways off of the stage to be caught by her security and entourage. Like this, she's practically a sick kitten she's so vulnerable, which is why she's surrounded so immediately by the crowd, but certain individuals are allowed back without even a second glance now. Yusuke is one of them.

Luci spots him as she's being poured onto a couch and handed water. Grinning and triumphant, she holds out her hand to urge him closer.

"You made it out," she rasps.

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[lempereur]

His head, his heart, his...everything else, is still buzzing from Luci's song. Even after all this time, there's nothing like his favorite drug, he's equal parts slave to it and empowered by it, the forcing awake of the rebel godhood that he keeps within, the other side of Luci's coin.

Tonight, Yusuke is somewhere in the middle, having to drag himself off the floor (he didn't pass out, his knees did) to follow Luci backstage. It's commonplace by now, he's taken the time to learn the bodyguards' names, they'll take a few extra seconds to fill a second glass for him in return.

"Just barely - ah, thank you - you've got a few throwing elbows by the door, trying to get a piece of you."

He downs most of the glass at once and politely leaves it on a coaster, before reaching out for Luci's hand in return and joining her on the couch. Now that he's sitting somewhere comfortable...he just needs a minute to lay like jelly. Usually, Yusuke maintains poise in even the most unnecessary of circumstances, but it's Luci. He knows he isn't hiding anything from her.

"You were...transcendent," he says between heavy breaths, "As always."