Pfeil Goes the Weasel [Lilotto/Lukas]

THE CITY OF LIGHT
The city of light.

Pristine, a symbol bright in the night sky. Endless waters gazed in return, blackened waves churning with an invisible storm. The edge of it all, looking down, down into the empty - moonlight from the starless sky beaming from behind the man's eyes.

A blue glow radiated from Lukas as he stared aimlessly, the form of his left arm obscured by brilliance.

Maybe he had been drinking too much, but that was par for the course by now. Half a bottle of jack, half a bottle of vodka, half an hour later. Left alone with cold eyes and a colder sea. The wind was harshest here, yet his balance remained firm. Something called a 'viewing balcony', usually for tourists. Empty night skies made for little appeal, not a soul in sight.

Except the one.

Reishi solidified, the barrel of a cannon clawing out from between black bandages. The city of light, so bright to blot out everything else. To be so significant, so grossly incandescent. For more considered minds, in more considered times. Now was the time for those to take it, or drunk enough to wrench such confidence. Lukas, shirtless as he traced the cannon's barrel across the sky, was plainly the latter.

"What a fuckin' bore." garbled traces of language could be heard underneath the smell of cheap whiskey. "No good deed goes unp-ngh-punished."

Bristling arrow tips traced faintly as his arm steadied, a slow exhale as his eyes slid closed. Tightening knuckles with a tightly held breath. A moment's hesitation, the desire to turn the cannon back and into the city. The desire to point it at himself. Quiet thoughts given body with the aid of alcohol, eyes pulling open to stare at the fluorescent blue.

It was always so pretty, then. When did that change? But the past would never happen again, what was once new will forever be old. To find what was lost, and to make it new, to nurture it. To let it grow old. "What a joke."

The cannon fired, Lukas flying backwards into stone as his arm flung skyways,. The loosened arrows leapt into the sky, a mass of shooting stars plummeting towards the ocean. Some of them had managed to clear through the deck's roof, and a wall embedded with quincy. The hiss of air from between clenched teeth as eyes tightened in agony. A ragged breath as he fell forward, reishi flickering underneath him as he braced on top of his arm. A pained cough, before vomit.

If anyone found him, it was not a good look.