Heart Shaped Wreckage (2. Love) [Rayman] by levy120, literature
Literature
Heart Shaped Wreckage (2. Love) [Rayman]
"I got my world right here." When Rayman nuzzles into her, it's like her world stops. Her arms tighten around him instinctively as she tries to internalize what he said. It's such a simple thing but it leaves her mind spinning, and before she knows what she's doing she's pressing a kiss to the back of his head. It doesn't go unnoticed. She feels him twitch. When he tries to move, her arms wind around him tighter as if of their own accord. …So he stills again and only turns his head to look at her. She's crying. "Ly." It's like her mind isn't all there. She looks haunted. "Ly," he tries again, one of his hands cupping her cheeks and brushing a stray tear away. "Talk to me." He feels her take a shaky breath, and sees her blink the tears from her eyes. "It's…" her voice is thin as she resorts to clinging onto him tighter, "the thought," she says, "of never seeing you again." Rayman sees her gaze stray again. "Hey," he coos and uses his hand to turn her head. "Look at me," he says
Burn Your Bridges [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation] by levy120, literature
Literature
Burn Your Bridges [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation]
A group of Henchmen escorts Rayman to Razorbeard where he's received... with a surprising welcome. "Rayman!" Razorbeard says "I see Eden's been doing you good! You fine looking." "Cut the crap," Rayman says, eliciting a tinny chuckle from Razorbeard. "You know why I'm here." "I know, I know," the pirate says with a hint of excitement as he hops from his seat and approaches Rayman. He eyes one of the hands hanging by his side before looking up at the Limbless with a devilish glint in his optics as he offers his own. "It's a pleasure doing business with you." of all people. Rayman has to hold himself back from crushing Razorbeard's hand in his palm. As Razorbeard leads him down the prison ward, Rayman feels his skin crawl from the sight of the familiar walls. They’re just like he last saw them, lined with cages. An assortment of trapped creatures blink up at him in confused hope. Rayman’s name is a whisper in the halls. It's a cacophony before he knows it. Cries for help.
Blood Money [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation] by levy120, literature
Literature
Blood Money [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation]
So… being a 'viral sensation' is… good? Apparently? The manager's demeanor changed drastically after the call from her (their?) boss and it doesn't take long for her to put Rayman as a 'guest star' on something called a 'talkshow'. He's given a script to work off and is told what he’s allowed to say and what not. Anything about him or his kind is fine and encouraged they say, but the pirate-invasion in his home world is a taboo. Honestly, with these rules in place, Rayman doesn’t know WHAT to tell them, and when the moderator asks him about why he’d engaged with the scuffle, his mind blanks out. "Mr. Rayman?" he calls him back to attention. The man looks somewhat concerned. "I…" Rayman hesitates. His mind is static. He couldn't remember his script if he wanted to. But they expect an answer. His gaze sinks as his hands start to fidget. "Anyone would have helped", It slips out of him, "Where… where I come from." He's quick to correct himself when the gaping crowd on the street
95. Advertisement [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation] by levy120, literature
Literature
95. Advertisement [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation]
That is not the same creature she left behind this morning. The Limbless’s posture is straight, his glare confident. He's not at all what she would consider cute anymore. There's a feral glint in his eyes that makes her scared of locking the door behind her. She just knows it will choose violence if given the chance. Putting on a neutral face the assistant walks over with the regular dinner. "So…" she starts and lifts the device with her notes again. "Let's try this again. The file says your name is Rayman?" It twists his head as if to loosen a neck that doesn't exist. "Yes." Ah. Good. So it's down for talking. "What am I doing here?" And asking questions already, it seems. "We'll get to that," she replies, pointing her pen at his nose. "Let's deal with the basics first. So Razorbeard's report says you have experience with being - and I quote - 'a beacon of hope' - endquote." That makes the limbless creature livid for some reason, but considering how they came to acquire him
27. Foreign [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation] by levy120, literature
Literature
27. Foreign [Rayman, Laserhawk Speculation]
"Razorbeard," the voice on the other line crackles, "What have you got for me." The robot cackles with confidence. "Depends what you're looking for," he smirks, "I got a whole slew of new slaves to offer! Need physical labor? I got a bunch of kiddy hands just waiting to be put in a sweatshop!" "Ah… no," the voice on the other end replies fairly quickly, "My problems right now are a little more delicate. The rabble is unhappy. Do you have something… exotic for me, to keep the crowds entertained? And... distracted?" Razorbeard slinks in his chair with a thoughtful hum. "You know," he drones, "I just might! But that one's gonna cost ya, pal." "Oh really," the voice on the other line sounds intrigued, "What are we talking about?" "One of a kind," the robot laughs, "You'll have to see it to believe it." "Well, yes, but no…." the assistant comments as they regard Rayman's cell. "It looks unique yes, but it kinda seems a little dead inside, don't you think?" Razorbeard waves her nagging
Most of the Glade is cheering when the Prison Ship explodes. Rightfully so. Most of them have been stuck in there for far too long and the sign it's gone spells freedom - finally. With a soft smile on her face, Ly tries to focus amidst all of the turmoil and reaches out to Rayman in order to congratulate him on a splendid victory. … But she can't find him. Can't... can't sense him. His energy pattern had always been so unique that it had been easy to trace, but his aura is… silent. Diminished. Ly stands from where she'd been perching on a tree a little too fast, drawing the attention of a couple of bystanders. Clark reaches out a hand for her to come down if she wants and starts to worry from the frantic look in her eyes. "What's wrong?" the giant asks her, and Ly doesn't think she can bring herself to say it. But she will have to eventually… "Rayman." It's eerie how fast the entire clearing falls silent to her bare whisper. At the attention, Ly tries not to hug
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