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@killerwidows 
            
            /                just because those gorgeous eyes are seeing this  ;)      thank you     thank you 

/ called me out! i'm sorry!! </3 but yes, i miss you and diana misses lucian ;) but i miss you more <3

@bloodshed 
            
            She was cursing herself as she disappeared into the kitchen. Pacing back and forth, she didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere for her to run, and he was right that there wasn’t really anywhere for her to hide either. She swallowed thickly, weighing her options. She had to try to get out of there. Maybe she’d be okay if there were witnesses. So Aurinko told the cook, who happened to be her boss, that there was a customer out there making her uncomfortable. She asked him to go speak to the man, but he just laughed. So, with no other choice, the woman grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulders, and made a beeline for the front door. 

@sunnyruler 
            
            [ He doesn't move a muscle, remaining perfectly anchored in his seat. He simply watches her retreat, his posture relaxed, almost languid, contrasting sharply with her frantic energy. He doesn't reach for her, nor does he try to block her path—he gives her the illusion of freedom, knowing full well that she has nowhere else to go. ] " Of course. Far be it from me to keep a diligent worker from her duties. " [ He tilts his head slightly, his gaze lingering on her back with a cold, analytical hunger. His voice remains smooth, cutting through the space between them without needing to be raised. ] " Go, then. But do keep in mind: the kitchen is a very small place to hide when the world outside has already decided to come looking for you. "

@bloodshed 
            
            Aurinko took a moment to answer. She didn’t know what to say, really. Either way she could answer would be detrimental to their current situation. She noticed him noting all her movements and self-soothing behaviors and it only served to make her even more nervous.” I… I’m just nervous around men is all. You can never be too cautious, right? You never know what someone might have in store for you.” She risked a glance back towards the kitchen, but almost immediately looked back at the man in front of her.” I’m sorry, I’d love to stay and chat, but I really should get back to work…”

@feathrflaunt 
            
            [ He lets out a short, sharp huff of air—a sound that sits somewhere between a scoff and a ragged exhale. His gaze remains fixed on his work, but his brow furrows, not in annoyance, but in a sudden, quiet concentration as he feels the vibrations of that sound against his fingertips. He shifts his stance, effectively boxing Clyde in between his arms, his movements deliberate and unhurried. ] " An assassin, dealing with shedding plumage instead of targets. A new low for my career. " [ His fingers pause, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive, warm skin of Clyde’s nape—a touch that lingers just a fraction of a second too long to be merely functional. He lets his eyes drop, watching his own hands work with a dark, brooding intensity. ] " And if you keep making that... noise, I’m going to find a reason to keep doing this. So, do us both a favor—stop fidgeting, hold your head still, and just let me finish. " [ His voice is thinner, strained, losing that cold, detached edge. He lets out a slow, sharp breath through his nose, his eyes narrowing as the vibration of that continuous, low-throated sound travels straight up his arm. He seems to be warring with himself, his thumb twitching against the base of a feather, betraying a sudden, desperate urge to either pull away or pull closer. ]

( clyde tried, he really did, to stay still like lucian had told him, shoulders hunched slightly forward while those careful hands worked through the mess of feathers and tangled hair at the back of his neck. but the moment lucian’s fingers brushed the sensitive base of them again he couldn’t help it. a soft trill slipped out of him, low and breathy, followed by the quiet rumble of a purr that started deep in his chest before he even realized it was happening. ) i’m not loud, ( he started weakly, though the protest lost most of its bite when another pleased little sound escaped him anyway. his eyes half-lidded as he leaned subtly back into the touch despite himself, clearly betraying how nice it felt. as lucian worked, loosening the old plumage from the strands of his hair, the worn feathers began to come free one by one. some slid loose with barely any effort, drifting down around his shoulders or catching briefly in lucian’s fingers before falling away. clyde shivered faintly at the sensation, instinctively preening and picking where he could reach, delicate movements as he fussed with a few stubborn ones near the front while lucian handled the rest. ) see? this is why i couldn’t do it myself, ( he mumbled, voice softer now, almost sheepish as another feather finally slipped free with lucian’s help. the purring hadn’t stopped, a quiet continuous rumble as he tilted his head slightly to give him better access. ) they get stuck in the hair… and it feels weird pulling them wrong. 

@feathrflaunt 
            
            [ The soft, grateful sound caught him off guard, causing a slight flicker of something—not quite warmth, but a lessening of his habitual scowl. He masked it instantly, his jaw setting as he began to smooth the ruffled plumage. His movements were efficient, yet there was a carefulness to the way he navigated the sensitive skin beneath the feathers that contradicted his harsh words. ] " You’re far too loud for your own good, " [ he muttered, the edge in his voice losing its lethal bite. He leaned in closer, the scent of rain and cold steel clinging to him. ] " Just keep your head down. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. " [ He shifted his focus to the messy hair at the nape of Clyde's neck, his fingers working through the tangles with rhythmic, methodical precision. The contrast was jarring—hands built for violence now moving with a frustrating, lingering gentleness as he pushed the locks away from the base of the feathers. ]

@softsounds- 
            
            [ A flicker of amusement finally crossed Lucian’s face—a sharp, mirthless expression that didn't reach his eyes. He found the display, and the way the boy’s voice cracked, almost laughable. Slowly, and with terrifying calm, he reached out his free hand and clamped his fingers firmly around Aukai’s chin, forcing the boy’s gaze upward so he couldn't look away from him. He leaned in closer, his smirk widening just a fraction as he watched the tears fall. ] " Look at you, " [ he whispered, his tone dripping with mock pity, his thumb pressing into the soft skin of the prince's jaw. He pushed the blade just enough to remind Aukai exactly who was in control. ] " A prince, reduced to a blubbering mess because he's afraid of a little steel. Tell me, does it help to play the victim, or are you just waiting for someone to come save you ? Because I assure you, no one is coming. "

aukai  ,  despite being a prince  ,  was not made for violence.  he had suffered through his fair share of assassination attempts  ,  but that doesn't mean he ever got used to them.  any normal person would be scared with a knife pressed against them!  ..  at least that's what he was telling himself to feel better.
            
            it's what he continued to tell himself as his lips began to wobble  —  as tears sprung to his eyes.  he couldn't even try to wipe them away because of the stupid scary knife!  so without his permission  ,  the tears began to fall.
            
            "I don't  —  don't!  you ..  you came here!  threatened.  not me!"  he voiced in a cracking voice.  "mean  —  you're mean.  this  ..  not nice.  why?  why?!"  his breakdown was more petulant than it probably should be.  aukai was never known to hide his emotions though  ,  and that only seemed to worsen when he came to the surface.

@softsounds- 
            
            [ Lucian didn't even blink. He held the blade perfectly still, his eyes cold and unreadable as he watched the boy tremble. He didn't care about the teen’s hesitation or his wavering tone; to him, it was just a target failing to act. ]  " You don't need anything from me, " [  Lucian replied, his voice a low, steady drag of sound. He leaned in, the steel barely grazing the boy’s skin as he forced him to meet his gaze. A humorless, razor-thin smirk touched his lips, though his eyes remained as flat and dead as the steel in his hand. He simply held the position, waiting for the boy to either break or make a move, the silence stretching out between them, heavy and suffocating. With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the edge just a fraction harder against the skin, his expression hardening into a look of final, impatient intent. ]

@sunnyruler 
            
            /                you don't need my permission to drop , everyone is always welcome , so go ahead    :)

@killerwidows 
            
            [ His gaze tracks her every movement with the predatory precision of a hawk, his muscles coiled, ready to bridge the gap between them in a heartbeat should she make a move he doesn't like. Her dismissal of his threat—and her talk of security—makes the corner of his mouth twitch in a dangerous approximation of a smile. He doesn't move, yet the air in the room seems to grow heavier, pressing in against her as he leans slightly into the space she just vacated. ] " If your security was actually worth a damn, I wouldn't be standing here , would I ? " [ He lets a low, dark chuckle escape his throat, though his eyes remain icy and alert. He catches her gaze, forcing her to acknowledge the shift in the atmosphere. ] " Adrian Vanserra," [ he repeats, the name tasting like ash and iron on his tongue. The amusement vanishes from his voice, replaced by a cold, sharpened clarity. ] " You’re playing with fire, Kalina. A name like that isn't something you just toss around while packing a bag. Tell me—are you asking because you intend to hunt him, or because you already have ? "

@bloodshed    ( … )     [      some   would   say   that   it   was   unwise   to   turn   your   back   on   a   predator.   but   kalina   was   not   prey.   she   was   a   viper   herself.   always   poised   and   waiting   for   the   strike.   she   heard   him   enter   after   she   left   the   door   open   for   him,   and   her   icy   hues   lifted,   staring   ahead,   before   she   turned   to   face   him.   her   brow   arched,   the   hint   of   amusement   playing   on   her   lips.      ]       never   needed   permission ?   then   perhaps   I   should   improve   my   security   system.     [       she   hummed,   her   head   tilting,   before   her   eyes   lowered   briefly.   she   manoeuvred   around   him,   collecting   some   of   her   things.   the   essentials.   she   moved   silently,   yet   it   held   weight.   it   was   clear   she   was   going    somewhere.       ]        what   do   you   know   of   adrian   vanserra  ? 

@killerwidows 
            
            [ The door clicks shut with a heavy, final thud, the sound swallowing the ambient noise of the hallway. Lucian steps into the dim warmth of the apartment, his movements fluid and unnervingly quiet, like a shadow stretching across the floorboards. He doesn't rush to close the distance; instead, he maintains a measured pace, his gaze—though he knows this space by heart—still habitually sweeping the room for any shifts in the layout. He stops just a few paces behind her. The air between them is thick with a familiarity that they rarely, if ever, voice. His bare hands hang at his sides, his long, scarred fingers flexing once—a slow, rhythmic movement in the quiet. He isn't used to being asked in; usually, his presence is something she merely tolerates, or something he simply claims. A faint, humorless tug pulls at the corner of his mouth—not quite a smile, but a grim acknowledgment of the rarity of her invitation. ] " Careful ," [ he says, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp that carries a dangerous edge of dry amusement. ] " You know better than to offer me a welcome like that, especially when we both know I never really needed the permission to begin with. " [ He tilts his head slightly, his eyes tracking the line of her shoulders. Even here, in the place he has haunted so many times before, he remains a coiled spring of professional tension, his presence a quiet, lethal weight that refuses to soften just because the door is locked behind him. ]

@feathrflaunt 
            
            " You're the one asking questions, not me. " [ He sighs, a small, humorless smirk playing on his lips as he begins to sharpen his blade, his gaze never once meeting the other . ] " If I actually wanted something from you, you wouldn't have time to ask what it was. "

@fcllenfae 
            
            [ Lucian falls silent, the air around him seeming to drop in temperature. He watches the Prince with an intensity that borders on predatory, then slowly stands, closing the distance between them just enough to be unsettling. ] " The truth is rarely a comfort, especially when it’s staring you in the face. " [ His voice is barely a whisper, smooth and lethal. ] " You’re right. I am a killer. Keep that in mind the next time you decide to get this close. "

me   ?    a   ""   wrong sort of people     ""    ?     you can't be serious    *   he let out a snort   ,     not looking up from his companion    .    the oversized cat mewed   ,     playfully pawing at the prince's hand as he pet her   *   what's that supposed to mean    ?    i  mean   .,.    you're a    /    killer    /    .   i'm a    /    prince   /    .

@fcllenfae 
            
            [ Lucian’s eyes narrow slightly, the amusement in them sharper now, though not unkind. He doesn’t move to take the cat, instead leaning back against the nearest solid surface, his posture relaxed but still ready to strike at a moment's notice. ] " Scary, is it ? Perhaps that’s the point. It tends to keep the wrong sort of people at a distance. Though, clearly , it hasn't worked quite as well as intended if you’re still standing there , Prince. "

୭ৎ   ::   take care ash, you're precious.

୭ৎ   ::   I am pretty decent, just in a foul mood rn.

୭ৎ   ::   you're strong, I'm proud of you.