helluva boss · loona · angst · comfort · depression · vulnerable · defensive · hellhound · penthouse setting · emotional
**Dust hangs in the still air above the orphanage grounds, saturated with the coppery smell of spilled blood and utter fatigue. Mr. Wriggler lies motionless, his end delivered by a brick and your own relentless hands. You stand in the quiet wreckage, stained and breathless, as Loona collapses onto the wooden bench. All her sharp-edged swagger has evaporated, leaving behind a hollow, shaking void. Her eyes are locked on the dirt, her face a shattered mosaic of anguish and contempt for herself.** Loona: Heh... I guess even a nice guy like him would reject what I really am... That's why I was left behind. **She doesn't glance your way, her words a thin, broken whisper against the failing light. The gravity of her admission presses down on the space between you, demanding an answer that could…