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@lostinluck 
            
            [ Lucian is focused on a weathered map spread across the table, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. He doesn't move or acknowledge the comment for several long, heavy seconds—the silence stretches until it feels like a physical weight in the room. Finally, he lets out a low, weary sigh and slowly rolls up the parchment. ] " Seriously ? " [  He leans back into the shadows, crossing his arms over his chest. He fixes her with a gaze so sharp and unblinking it feels like he’s scouting a target’s weaknesses. ] " What is it that you want ? i don't have time to play games "

@bloodshed 
            
            [ His gloved hand remained curled around the doorknob, the tips of his fingers still clutching on tight even when his arm seemed to request to let go. His dark brows furrowed. The darkness in the room was merely a nuisance his eyes had to adjust to, nothing else. So when he saw his frame lounging on his good leather armchair, a small huff of disbelief left his lungs. The keys jingled. Levi locked the door and subsequently the two of them together. ] "I should have known better. Perhaps next time I should install a mouse trap on my doorstep. "

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            " Surprise , surprise. " [ His voice is a low, raspy velvet that seems to come from everywhere at once. He remains motionless, his eyes glinting with a lethal intensity in the dim light. ] " Doors are merely suggestions when I’m the one looking for entry. "

@bloodshed 
            
            [ He blinked when the body dropped in front of him, and took a step back so the dead arm doesn't fall on his shoes. His hands remained within his pockets, and as he eyed the other's features - sharp as the coldest of blades - his own chilly wrist left his pocket and extended towards it. His thumb brushed a smeared streak of red from his cheekbone, his gaze unreadable, like a dead man's. ] "About...?" [ He inquired quietly, and took his thumb back to lick the blood clean off of it, not once breaking eye contact with him. ]

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            [ The crack of the gunshot is still echoing through the space when Lucian moves, a dark blur of lethal intent. He doesn't give the man the satisfaction of a prolonged silence; instead, he closes the distance instantly. As the blade slides home, severing the man’s words and his life in one fluid motion, Lucian’s gaze never leaves Levi. He pulls the steel back with a wet shink, wiping a stray crimson spray from his cheek with a gloved thumb. ] " Violence is just the quickest way to clear the noise, " [ he says, his voice flat and freezing. ]  " Now that I have your attention... let's talk. "

@bloodshed 
            
            “Gods,” she murmurs, tilting her head just enough to meet his stare, eyes bright with something dangerously close to delight. “Is this really how the Crown Prince spends his time now? Looming. Threatening. Whispering poetry about steel like it’s the only thing that makes him feel important.”
            Her smile curves slow, razor-thin.
            “You follow me through tombs, growl in my ear about blades and falls, and I’m supposed to tremble?” A quiet scoff. “If you’re trying to frighten me, you’re doing a miserable job.” she clicks her tongue mockingly, “I’d suggest finding a hobby. Or a kingdom to run.”
            She leans in just enough that her breath brushes his jaw, deliberately invading his space now, turning the game back on him.
            “Because from where I’m standing,” she adds coolly, “this doesn’t look like patience. It looks like obsession. Like a bored prince with nothing better to do than trail after a woman who doesn’t bow, doesn’t beg, and doesn’t scare.”

@crims0nblack 
            
            [ A low, guttural chuckle vibrates in his chest, the sound more of a warning than an expression of humor. He doesn't move away as her fingers ghost his hilt; instead, he leans down, his breath ghosting against her ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous, silken thread. ] " Being alive is a temporary condition, little bird. Especially for those who like to dance on the edge of a blade. You think you know the pressure it takes for steel to slip? You’re playing with a weapon that doesn’t just cut—it consumes. " [ He tilts his head, his gaze dropping to her lips for a fraction of a second before locking back onto her eyes with a cold, piercing intensity. ] " We’re alive in this tomb for now. But don't mistake my patience for hesitation. If I push... you won't just feel the steel. You’ll feel the fall. "
            
            /       oh , i am checking it now sweetie , i wasn't using it for days    :(

@bloodshed She smiles, but it’s the kind that never reaches her eyes, the kind that speaks danger “Then strike” she murmurs, stepping just close enough that his shadow spills over her boots. “If you think I don’t know how near the blade is, you’ve mistaken me for someone who still believes in mercy.”
            Her fingers brush the hilt at his side—not touching, never touching—close enough to feel the threat hum between them.
            “I stand this close because I know exactly how much pressure it takes before steel slips. And because you haven’t pushed yet.”
            Her gaze lifts, steady, almost intimate.
            “A tomb with gold trim, yes. But you and I?” A breath. A pause.
            “We’re still alive in it. That’s the dangerous part.”
            
            / check your disc honey.

@greengoree 
            
            [ Lucian doesn’t spare a glance toward her, his eyes remaining fixed on the muddy boot prints near the cellar door. He shifts his weight silently, his hand hovering near the hilt of his blade as he scans the shadows of the backyard. ] " I am not here for a drink, " [  he says, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that cuts through the night air. ] " I am following someone who just came this way. " [ He tilts his head slightly, listening for the faint sound of a floorboard creaking inside, his gaze darting from the darkened windows to the narrow alleyway. ]

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            /     < 33

@bloodshed / she has poisoned the air.
            
            Her smile doesn’t fade. If anything, it sharpens.
            “You really should’ve paid attention to the scent” she says lightly, as if discussing weather. “Lavender calms the mind… until it doesn’t?” Her gaze drifts past him, toward the glittering court beyond the doors. “By now it’s already in the air. Subtle. Patient.”
            She looks back at him, eyes steady, fearless.
            “An hour,” she continues softly. “That’s all it would take for this entire court to start choking on its own arrogance, unless we find common ground.” A pause. Deliberate. “And don’t worry, Prince. I won’t be the only one seeing a casket tonight.”
            
            She leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him.
            “So choose carefully. Because if I go down, I take your kingdom’s heartbeat with me.” There was no point in opening the windows or ventilating the castle walls, once the toxin is inhaled it starts killing the cells within seconds.

@crims0nblack 
            
            [ Lucian lets out a sharp, dry bark of a laugh, the sound devoid of any real warmth. He doesn't pull back as she leans in; instead, he meets her gaze with a terrifyingly still intensity, his eyes tracking the movement of her lips with a predatory focus. ] " Ethical ? " [ He repeats the word as if it’s a foreign tongue, tasting the bitterness of it. ] " You speak of ethics while the very 'remedies' you brew are used to keep the rich in their beds and the poor in their graves. We are the same, Doctor. We both profit from the fragility of life—I simply have the clarity to admit it. " [ He reaches out, not to touch her, but to idly brush a stray lock of hair away from her face with the back of a gloved hand, a gesture that feels more like a threat than a comfort. ] " You want common ground ? Here is a truth that doesn't care for your lavender-scented morals: The court doesn't want you for your 'service.' They want you for your silence. And if you won't give it to them willingly... " [ He leans in closer, his voice a ghost of a whisper against her ear. ] " ...then I am the only common ground you have left between this world and the next. Choose your next words carefully. Pride is a heavy thing to carry into a casket. "
            
            /         ooo noted , i like that. enemies energy suits them the animosity is delicious. 

@bloodshed / she hates his guts.
            
            
            “If you’re saying that I have murdered my people,” she spat, her voice sharp enough to cut glass, “then you are not just off the grid, you are so far beyond it that I wonder if you even understand what reality looks like anymore.” 
            
            
            Her eyes flashed, bright and dangerous. “I deal in remedies, yes. Remedies, not the sick games you play from behind your gilded walls. And for your information, every single soul who trusts me leaves my hands alive!! alive, not as some pawn for your theatrics!”
            
            She leaned forward, close enough that the scent of iron and lavender clung to her, a warning and a challenge all at once. “You think that calling my work ‘quiet deaths’ will unnerve me? You think your courtly paranoia—your endless sharpening of knives—makes you insightful? It doesn’t. It makes you predictable. I will not be caged by your insinuations, nor will I stand by while you dress suspicion as wisdom.”
            
            
            Her voice dropped, low and venomous, each word deliberate, almost tasting it. “Wake up, Prince!! not to save me. Wake up to your own arrogance before it strangles you. I am not your moral experiment, nor the subject of your morbid curiosity. I save lives. You… you just delight in the smell of fear… and if you even wish for me to give you my services you better come up with a common ground that’s a bit more /ethical/“

@cursearrows 
            
            [ Lucian comes to a slow, controlled halt, the distance between them now precisely calculated. At the mention of the 'dragon' and the hunter's hesitation, his head tilts further, a strand of dark hair falling over his eyes. He doesn't look bored; he looks fascinated, like a jeweler examining a flaw in a diamond. His hands shift slightly behind his back—not reaching for his blades yet, but adjusting his grip in a way that makes the leather of his gloves creak ever so slightly in the silence. ] " A dragon that craves blood, and a master who finds the feast... tedious ? That is a dangerous imbalance, hunter. A waste of talent is one thing, but a waste of such visceral intent is almost a pity. " [ He takes one final step forward, deliberately entering the range of a snap-shot, testing Kiyoshi's discipline. The smirk remains, sharp and cold. ] " If it’s entertainment you seek over 'unnecessary bloodshed,' then perhaps you should lower the bow. I find that the most interesting conversations happen right before the first drop hits the floor—not after. Tell me, does the dragon stay quiet if the prey refuses to run ? "
            
            /         i totally feel that! there’s honestly nothing better than getting back into the headspace of a favorite OC , mhm you should interact more , & as i found your characters more interesting  

@bloodshed 
            
            like a tree , he remained strong and tall—  never faltering .  an eery type of silence followed him , even as the dragon simmered beneath his skin..  DESPERATE to sink its claws into something .  but kiyoshi remained vigilant , his bow remaining in his hand—  he could easily draw it back and let an arrow fly , though both knew that would be a waste .  “ never hurts to find other kinds of entertainment .  as long as blood is drawn the dragon will remain content  ,  however—  i do not enjoy unnecessary amounts of bloodshed .  ” the way kiyoshi spoke was that of boredom , maybe even unease .  if this was just a waste of time then he did not want to commit to such an act of violence .
            
            / i do miss interacting /gen and i do especially miss being kiyoshi , he’s always fun to play (all my ocs are as well as canon characters) 

@cursearrows 
            
            [ A faint, ghost of a smirk pulls at the corner of Lucian's mouth—not one of amusement, but of deadly anticipation. He doesn't stop his advance, though his posture remains coiled like a spring. As he moves, his hands remain steady behind his back, fingers draped loosely but ready over the hilts of his twin blades. The steel is a silent promise of what comes next. He tilts his head slightly, watching the hunter with a predatory curiosity. ] " Fortune favors the cocky when they have the talent to back it up. If I’m not your target, then you’re wasting a perfectly good arrow on a man who doesn't believe in 'scratches'—only clean kills. Careful, hunter. You might find that some shadows are harder to pin down than others. "
            
            /           i do remember the soap anon acc & all the ones that i am following ! i’m glad we ran into each other again , i’m really vibing with the energy of this interaction so far.

୭ৎ   ::   i will read it soon.

୭ৎ   ::   my threads keep drownin'.

| @bloodshed |
            
                      "   ooo ~   how spooky .   "     her tone could almost be mistaken as sincere ,   if it weren't for the tiny sarcastic inflection .     "   well ,   i truly hope you haven't come to make a mess of me .   unless it's in my bed ,   that i wouldn't mind .   "     her voice suddenly took on a suggestive tone ,   bordering on enchanting and hypnotic ,   lulling him into a feeling of weightlessness .     "   there's only one reason people come looking for a sex demon .   what do you desire ?   "

@temptisms 
            
            [ Lucian remains motionless, a dark silhouette framed by the dim light of the room. The copper scent of iron is thick in the air. Blood—fresh and dark—drips steadily from his gloved fingertips, ticking against the floor like a slow, rhythmic countdown. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor does he look away; he simply watches her with a predatory, unblinking stillness that makes the silence feel heavy. After a long, agonizing beat, he finally tilts his head, a ghost of a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] " The Reaper doesn't take orders, " [ he says, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrates in the quiet space. ] " He just follows in my wake to clean up the mess. And tonight... I’ve kept him very busy. "