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" your palace grounds ? oh , you are mistaken . . you've wandered too far , my dear . "

@-loveliiest- 
            “W-who are you? What brings you here in my palace grounds?”

@soldiershield 
            
            The door.. it slammed into my arm.. Pray, next time, grant me a moment’s warning before you make such an… unforgettable arrival.

[ Lucian’s head snaps up as if he’s been struck, his eyes instantly raking the area with a sharp, predatory suspicion. The fog in his mind clears just enough for him to register the lingering stares of the crowd, and his entire body goes rigid. With a sudden, violent motion, he jerks up to his feet, his muscles coiled tight. ] " Shit ." [ He hisses the word under his breath, his hand instinctively ghosting toward a weapon that isn't there. He looks down at the dark, crusted stains on his attire, then back at the onlookers, his jaw tightening in a flash of genuine alarm. ] " I don't... I don't remember getting here. "

@bloodshed 
            
            “I can’t believe you’re waking around with blood stained attire.. people are watching you know?”

" did i ? so tell me again "

  ⁽  vik  met  her  eyes  and  he  shook  his  head  at  her,  it  wasn't  her  specifically.  it  was  more  of  his  power  than  anything  but  how  could  he  tell  that  to  a  stranger.  he  didn't  really  flaunt  what  he  was  it  wasn't  something  he  saw  as  a  blessing,  more  of  a  curse.  ⁾
            
            'm  just  fine  miss,  ya  didn't  hurt  me.  i  wasn't  expectin'  ya  to  touch  me  that's  all.  ⁽  which  was  the  truth  more  or  less,  y'know..  without  the  whole  he  got  flashes  of  people's  past  and  future  thing.  ⁾
            
            ⁽ now  that  he  knew  the  touch  was  coming  he  gave  him  time  to  brace  to  shut  it  out  as  he  gently  rubbed  her  arm.  ⁾
            
            
            
            @crims0nblack 

@psychicshotline- 
            
            “Oh—! I… I apologise…I did not mean to cause you pain!”
            
            Her hand falters slightly beneath his, her gaze softening as guilt flickers across her features.
            
            “You flinched just now… are you certain you are well? If you are injured, even in the slightest, I insist! our royal medics are most skilled. They could see to you at once.”
            
            Her voice lowers, gentler now, laced with concern.
            
            “I would not forgive myself if my carelessness worsened your condition. tell me truthfully… are you in pain?”

  ⁽  when  she  touched  him  he  immediately  felt  a  jolt,  a  jolt  of  pain  that  he  felt  when  someone  touched  him  unexpectedly.  it  didn't  give  him  time  to  block  everything  out.  after  coming  back  to  his  senses  his  hand  rested  on  hers  and  he  offered  a  slight  coy  smile.  ⁾  well,  id  love  to  keep  ya  company  lovely  lady.
            
            @crims0nblack 

@aeonics 
            
            “Do men from around here lack manners?” she said, arching a finely shaped brow. “I’d appreciate a greeting at the very least.”
            Her gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing, before she tilted her head ever so slightly at his question.
            “And what, exactly, does that mean?” she continued, her tone edged with quiet amusement. “ ‘The type to be here,’ I mean.”

/ shall get to replies this weekend!

@FANGEDFXCK 
            "Hiding? Oh, perhaps but only because some secrets are far more… intoxicating when discovered slowly. Poison? Maybe, but only the kind that makes the heart race a little faster. Careful, curiosity can be… quite… dangerous."