#renato luna; threads

[vicioushauntings]

renato luna && open

Ren did not realize that the sunny skies present when he left his apartment would soon change to be dark and stormy. He intended to run to catch his appointment with a student -- when the sky suddenly opened up and the downpour began. “No, no, no -- this is silk!” Ren darts under the cover of a store’s awning. Immediately, he pulls his shirt off from his body. “This’ll be ruined with water marks if it gets too wet...” The average person may not care, but Ren takes pride in caring for his shirts - and he couldn’t stand to show up at his tutoring appointment soaked with a stained shirt.

“You...wouldn’t happen to have an extra t-shirt...would you? I guess I should’ve known to follow one of the top rules...always bring a second outfit...”

@cagliostrostart​

[starlessleep]

RENATO LUNA ☆ KYLE TODD

"Okay, hold on, you're going to have to explain this to me again," Ren pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can duplicate yourself...but they're just...like younger versions of yourself?" He still has trouble wrapping his mind around it. "And one of them...brought back another little boy named Chris?" He had more questions than answers at this point. "Can you control your duplicates? Are you able to like...absorb them back? Do you all share the same mind and experiences and memories? Where exactly...did the other boy come from?"

@drippiesfm

[solitaryspirits]

thaddeus wilson

“Okay, be honest...on a scale of one to ten...how was that?” Ren asks. The hotel room still has the Valentines decorations that Ren went all out to get - heart shaped balloons floating at the edge of the bed, rose petals scattered across the ground, scented candles that have burned out since Ren lit them long before Todd had even arrived. Most of the rose petals he scattered over the bed sheets were kicked off during their...er...fiasco. Ren picks up a missing pillow off the floor and rests it against the headboard before leaning back on it. A few petals have managed to wiggle between the pillow case. Ren pulls one free, tickles Todd’s chin with it, then discards the flower back onto the floor. “Is this the Valentines Day you thought it’d be?” He asks. “I don’t think we should leave bed at all tomorrow. I bet if I tip room service well enough, they’ll bring the cart right to the side of our bed,” Ren pulls his legs closer to his body under the thin sheet as he goes to lay on his side. Its the better way to look at Todd rather than catch his face out of the corner of his own eyes. “You’re doing okay...right?”

@sin-tentional​

[peachymoonbeams]

TODD WILSON LUNA && RENATO LUNA

@roses-rotten​ 

he’d gotten the message on his cellular device. the siren-like alarm sounds notifying him of the storm caused a mild alarm in his ears, until finally he was able to understand the gravity of the situation. it was a disaster hidden in plain sight– storm advisories were all over the news, and while he was expecting a bit of rain, Todd Wilson-Luna had never heard of a storm interfering with the magic of the city.  the raincoat he wears should further propel the man out of his home and into the wild storm that continues to brew and thunder and flood. the DEA agent was on call– duty should have been the first concern of his, but even as he pulls on the doorknob it doesn’t budge. it’s an insult to his strength.

he tries again– fighting with the doorknob, twisting violently and tugging at the door. even using the frame as leverage does nothing to help his pulling. his grunts and groans fill the empty house ( empty save from his husband, of course ) as he continues to fail at opening the door. and because the door is stronger than him, Todd Wilson-Luna is under every impression that magic is afoot– he begins to divert the blame, “If this is some kind of curse you’re placing on me, lift it, Renato.” he has no proof that his husband is the culprit of the immovable door, but that doesn’t stop him from further stating his claims. he hardly realizes that these are amongst the first words he’s spoken to his husband in the past couple of years, “I said open the door, I’m running late.”

Ren remains hidden in his office. Despite the storm brewing outside of the window, his eyes remain trained to the computer screen that illuminates his face in the dark room. He’d noticed the dark clouds rolling in some time ago, but having grown absorbed in his readings, he simply never bothered to stand and turn on the light. It’s the alarm from his phone that draws his attention away from the screen -- Emergency alert, magical weather, stay indoors.

He hadn’t realized exactly how stiff his neck had become.

Meetings will have to be moved around - video calls instead of in person, and while he waits for his emails to be replied to, Ren finds his way to the kitchen to brew a cup of tea for the evening inside. Todd at the door doesn’t get a second glance - Ren had grown used to seeing only his backside leaving out the door, walking down the street, always, it seemed, turning away from him. It’s the banging that comes as a surprise. The water heats on the stove, and Ren peeks his head back towards the door.

“...Is that what you think I do all day?” Ren blinks at Todd. “Think of ways to inconvenience your day? Draw up mud puddles for you to step in? Seal doorways so you can’t leave? I’ve never stopped you from leaving whenever you’ve wanted before,” His words are very matter-of-fact. “...Are you really planning on leaving again? On going out in that weather?”

[starlessleep]

He does figure a comment as crude as his own would return. And when that doesn't happen...Ren isn't entirely sure what to take of it. Instead...it leaves him wondering who, exactly, was his father? What sort of person was he?

Maybe their curiosity of one another was mutual.

Standing outside of the office, Ren's face wrinkles at the thought of settling in on any of those couches. And private rooms? No thank you. From somewhere in his brain, the thought crosses his mind - how possible was it that he was...er...conceived in one of these rooms? The thought makes his stomach queasy. He tries not to dwell on it any further as he climbs a flight of stairs and stands inside a decorated office.

Ren doesn't know where to sit with the leather furniture, and isn't interested in the cigar Seth reaches for, so he remains standing, even if he feels rather awkward doing so. "...Are you positive? That we're related? That you're my...I mean..." He clears his throat. "You don't feel like we need to do a DNA test?" Ren isn't sure if that's what he wants either, unsure of how he would feel regardless of the result. Absently, he tugs a small strand of his hair back. "I don't really know where to start. I never really thought that I'd meet..." Why was it so hard for him to say the word? "...Right now I work as a legal secretary. Which is really just a fancy way of saying that I make appointments for a law firm. I only just got here - right before we all went underground? So everything is still...um...new to me."

Maybe Ren expects his disdainful comment to piss him off, but it's so harmless compared to the other things in Seth's life that it bounces right off, only makes his grin twitch wider. If anything, he's appreciative that there's some kind of mean dog in Ren that might match the one in Seth (if it's fed enough). He's also pleased when Ren follows him out of the security office, at least half-convinced that as soon as Seth let him go he'd bolt for the nearest exit; but then again, if this kid really is his flesh and blood, a significant part of him belongs here at the Lady, walking along the same crooked pathways where Seth does and his father did before them.

"Don't you worry, kid, there are plenty of places to settle in here." He gestures vaguely at the assortment of couches and tables scattered in amongst the clusters of people, then nods towards a lamp-lit corridor that stretches off into darkness back beyond the bar. "And private rooms for the more intimate settling." They get their fair share of looks as they wind through the crowds toward the upstairs offices in the back, no doubt from people familiar with Seth and his tastes wondering why he's leading a young man a third his age into the club's dimly-lit recesses, but they'll just have to keep speculating... the more mysterious Seth appears, the better.

Finally they climb a flight of steps and he pushes open a heavy door, sets a hand on Ren's shoulder to steer him in. It's a large office as flashy and indulgent as Seth's personality, fitted with a full bar and decorated in comfortable leather furniture. One wall displays various toys and questionable implements, but overall the decorum is... tasteful.

"So," Seth starts as he closes them in, approaching the bar to cut himself a cigar. "Tell me about yourself, huh? I mean, here we are, related, and I feel like I barely know you."

[vicioushauntings]

renato luna && kyle todd

Ren decides that he hates Kyle’s job.

Not because he doesn’t make okay money at it. But he hates having to wait outside of that dull building for Kyle’s bright and shining face to greet him. Every time one of the other agents open the door, he sits upright...only to find it’s a stranger that Ren doesn’t recognize or care to learn. He’s sure someone at the front desk must think he’s a stalker because of how frequently he stands outside waiting...but Ren wants to be the first one Kyle sees on his way out of the job.

“Finally. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” A smile suddenly grows on Ren’s face the moment he lays eyes on his boyfriend. “I wasn’t sure when exactly you finished, so I didn’t call Gabs to come wait for you,” Not like she would wait around for Kyle anyway, “Soo...I can tell her that I need a ride...or we can try and wait for the bus?

@axdently​

[starlessleep]

RENATO LUNA ☆ DEREK CARSON

"I guess, like, I didn't realize how long solar flares last for. Is this the first time everyone's had to go underground like this? Are routine evacuation drills normal? They should really give pamphlets out to people for times like this, don't you think? What to expect when your old home burned to the ground and your new one might burn along with it." Ren knows he's being annoying, even without looking at Derek's expression. He feels it, bubbling in his gut, along with his other anxieties and fears about being powerless in a powerless situation - perhaps both literally and figuratively. "Sorry. I shouldn't bother you while you're working," But most of the lunch crowd had already filtered out. "So do you...just serve the food down here? Portion it out? Or do you help cook it at all? I think I need to have a word with one of the cooks."

@ofruinations

[solitaryspirits]

pax min

“You know, if you wanted to meet with me, you didn’t have to leave a cryptic note on the door. You could’ve just, you know, knocked,” Ren laughs. The folded up note tucked just inside of the door to his and Gabs’ apartment had been an unusual but intriguing mystery, until it took him all of thirty seconds to realize the Dax Min? Paz? Dox? ( Ren couldn’t tell the name exactly with the erratic scrawling ) must have been the neighbor who he and Gabs all-too-often pestered for leftovers.

Speaking of leftovers, Ren holds up his lunch. “Thanks for treating me to something nice, by the way,” He, of course, assumes that Pax ( Paz? ) will be paying for their meal ( he, after all, is the one who extended a strange note to begin with ). “What was it that you brought me here for, anyway? Surely you wouldn’t have gone through such lengths if you just wanted lunch between neighbors. I don’t think that’s even a thing most people do - although if it is, it would explain why the people across the hall turn their nose up at me and Gabs and not because I accidentally threw a tennis ball at their door...which I wasn’t even aiming for to begin with, so it’s not really my fault anyway.”

@sin-tentional​

[starlessleep]

Ren, unfortunately, lacked a thermos or any spare hands. He had a deck of cards tucked into his back pocket but knew no card tricks to keep any of them entertained. "I haven't been in Sol City long enough...but even in my old settlement...no, I haven't." He wishes his mom were there to ask. An ache deepens in his chest, but then the moment passes. "Do you know any card tricks?"

serenity sighed and rolled their eyes at his conclusion, "wherever that maybe... and whenever." they sighed out once more. maybe the man did need just a simple distraction and they hoped soon the group would be on the move. "no, this is a first for me." and this experience was not kind to them. "I have only heard stories... what about you?"

[vicioushauntings]

renato luna && ariel speedwagon

“Oh god, Ariel, I’m so glad I found you --” Though, truth be told, he hadn’t actually been looking for her. Quickly, Ren hides his left hand behind his back, and plasters on the most sheepish smile that he can. “I ah...was wondering if you could...ah...uh...um...” He’s desperate for some sort of answer, but nothing on the street provides him with any help. If you could help me cross the street? No, why would he need help doing that? Help parking his car? He couldn’t drive! Help shopping? He hadn’t needed help with that since he was six-years-old. He finally relents - and displays his bare wrist for Ariel to see instead. “Okay, fine. I realized I lost our friendship bracelet and I’ve been retracing my steps trying to find it, but I swear it’s not anywhere...one of the strands must have been worn away and I didn’t realize it right away. I’m so sorry --”

@gcmechanger​

[vicioushauntings]

renato luna && gabriella ryu

“Gabs. Finally --” Ren sticks his head out of his bedroom door at the sound of Gabs finally coming over. ( Hadn’t he texted her hours ago by this point ? ) “I need you to do me like, a mega huge favor while you’re here,” He hovers a little too close to her - evident that he’s been spending far too much time at Kyle’s side. His hyperactive tendencies have, unfortunately, begun to rub off onto Ren. “Can you tell your boyfriend that he’s not invited over here, actually?” He’d caught Skeeter feasting on the contents of his fridge, and he’d been at the receiving end of a purple nurple one too many times. “I mean...I guess you can bring him over when you’re here. But I don’t want to like, wake up in the morning and find him sleeping on my couch, you know?”

@ofthcshvdes​

[starlessleep]

"Well...I...guess not?" Ren notes. The council must be the ones who decide what is and isn't essential. He makes a note to maybe track one of them down and offer up his opinion on the essential need of libraries. "They probably have a method to their madness..." Even though Ren didn't particularly agree.

Although perhaps he can't even agree with himself. What exactly did he like to do other than books? Reading? Games about reading? Reading about games? "Um...I like playing cards?" He offers.

ezra shrugs. "not my call to make, is it?" truthfully, no. he doesn't think a library is all that essential. but what, cigarettes are? he's willing to admit that everyone's priorities skew their own way... his just, in his opinion, are more fun. "but i'm sure they aren't resting the whole of civilization on luck." or maybe they are. it even sounds exactly like what the people in charge would have done back at his home settlement. "like what, then?" he presses, leaning back against the wall of the tunnel. it's almost like he's forgotten that he's escaping a crime scene, or something. just theft, but still! "i'm sure i could think of something." if not, he could always just put him out of his misery... no, no... he's supposed to be playing nice.

[vicioushauntings]

GEORGINA ODETTE && RENATO LUNA

Having a famous mother meant Ren had almost seen it all - obsessed fans, uncomfortable letters, and even those desperate enough for a look at her that they had followed her home. He, luckily, had remained out of her spotlight, even if it had still affected him, Ren had never been the center of so much attention before.

He’s not sure when a stalker of his own started, but when he begins noticing the same tall man in a dark coat always a few feet behind him, even on his way home at night, Ren starts taking notes on him everywhere. When he orders his morning coffee, the man is sitting at one of the tables. When he visits Gabs, the same car is parked on the other side of the road. Even when he visits the comic book shop, the man idles at the bookstore just outside. He first notices the other girl when he picks up his lunch for the afternoon. Now she looks familiar…and Ren can’t understand what he’s done that’s lead him to attract such an audience.

Curious if she’ll still follow him, he takes his lunch outside and across the street - and minutes later, he sees her crossing the street as well. He grows frustrated, and makes his way down an alley filled with cardboard boxes - enough for him to conceal himself - and he waits until a second pair of footsteps echoes against the brick walls.

“I’m not sure what you want –” He pulls himself away from his hiding spot behind the boxes. “ – but whatever it is, I’m not interested. I don’t want what you’re selling. And I’m probably not the person you’re actually looking for,” He scowls. “Why don’t you tell me who it is you’re actually looking for? I assure you, you have the wrong guy.”

@grxmincvdescxnce​

[starlessleep]

RENATO LUNA ☆ KIRAN TURNER

A tablet holds tight in Ren's hands. The open page displays elected members of the Democratic Council, a brief description, and the sector they are in charge of. He'd been meaning to learn more about the council since arriving in Sol City, and now that they were no longer underground, it seemed like no better time. "Excuse me? Hi, sorry. Are you..." He looks down at his tablet again. "Kiran Turner? Do you maybe have a few minutes? Or...is there a better time for me to come back at?"

@kiranxturner

[starlessleep]

RENATO LUNA ☆ GABRIELLA RYU

Ren could not stomach another peanut butter & jelly sandwich, a dry chicken dinner, or plain oatmeal for breakfast. Where was the flavor? The spice of life? Was this all the rationed food in the bunker had to offer? If he'd known it was like this, he would have...well...he didn't know what he would have done, but something would have to be different to satisfy his lacking flavor palette. The cupcakes he spots at dinner must be a rare, unexpected treat for those who entered the line first. And when Ren reaches their tray, he finds luck, for once, has arrived in his favor in the form of a singular cupcake remaining. His hand reaches out with tongs to take - only for someone else's tongs also reaching for the last sweet treat as well. "Um...do you mind?" Ren asks. "I was going to take that, actually. And I got in line first, so..."

@ofliarsandlovers

[starlessleep]

"I...guess I never really thought about my last name..." Ren admits. It was his mom's name and...he didn't want to think about that right now, not when this cute guy was going to bring him to coffee. "You don't like to share?" Ren decides to focus on instead. "So how do I expect you to share your last name with me then?"

His brow raises with their teasing.

"Kyle Todd." Ren lets the name sit on his tongue. "First name for a last name too? How many names do you go by?" How could he even know, after all, if Kyle Todd was his real name and not...well...Ren wasn't sure. He'd just have to pay attention to the name given to the barista for their order. "Are you a tea or coffee person with your tuna melts?"

"i mean, we could take 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 if you hate it, but I'm feeling pretty generous. sharing isn't typically my strongest suit so i've been told." ( hence the terrible manners when 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 extra condiments from the cafe- the cute boy would be alloted one ☝🏼 sugar packet, and maybe another ketchup packet if he was really nice. ) they would be ᡣ𐭩soᡣ𐭩 worth it- he tells himself as the heartbeat flutters in his chest. "first name? future. middle name. husband. last name todd." his mouth twitches in a smug smirk.

"or you, know, kyle works if you're planning on introducing me to the family" to which he promises he has table manners, kinda.

truth be told, the tuna melt sounded like a 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 he couldn't shake. "stop. a tuna melt? are you reading my mind already, sugar?"