Becoming a patient Wolf (Lucien 2.0)

[Lucien Cordel]

Luce took heart in the fact that his deal was hard t swallow for [member="Lucien Shorn"] as well, it wasn't a malicious desire and he certainly didn't want Luce to suffer for suffering's sake but he couldn't bear to think that he was getting a bum deal. Andra and Mikhail where the two knives in lucien's side and pulling them out to show them off was going to hurt immeasurably and if he was going to hurt through the process he wanted Luce to suffer a bit too. It was pathetic he knew, but it let him rationalise how much suffering he would inflict upon himself.

"That's why I made those my conditions, now you have personal downside ... so you'll perform better" Lucien replied, he spoke in a matter of fact way, keeping it short and sharp. If he didn't he might well have bottled it and just had lars's killer torn apart by nexu but that would be fast much too fast. He looked up when Luce spoke of Lars "It's only the good who die young" That was the best he could muster a response that expressed both sympathy and his own regret. Finally Luce accepted his terms, this came with mixed feelings for lucien, he would have to talk about them now ... he really didn't want to. "Very good, Like I said amuse him for a night and I'll see to it that he suffers for a life-time and a long-life time at that" you see debt had an odd ability to build itself up into a behemoth and drip down the generations.

Lucien was shocked by Luce's sudden question and it sparked a raised brow, fault for what? then it all came clear the light sword was the guilty topic once again, foils were beginning to vex him now. None the less Luce needed an answer that was plain to see. Lucien put his hand out to his younger counterpart. The truth was that there were ways to tell, subtle weight change, slight vibration, all far beyond the skill set of a 16 year old boy so Lucien kept it simple "No" there was no need to inflict more weight onto Luce's shoulders. They both carried far too much already.

They were only a few minutes from being back at the palace "I have taken the liberty of having Drannok a senior member of staff handle all of your personal needs, you may show weakness to him but none of the other household staff, lower servants have a terrible habit of gossiping and gossip about you is gossip about me and that is damaging" he paused and took a breath, he was going to regret this he was sure "Do you need to talk about anything else before we go inside?"

 

[Lief]

Luce frowned.

Part of him wanted to be the one who made the idiot suffer, but he supposed that a lifetime was a considerably long time indeed and perhaps he would have his chance for vengeance one day, maybe Lucien would show him some of the better ways to exact revenge? One could only hope. But he didn't say any more on the matter, instead his thoughts drifted between Lars, his parents - despite the fact he knew nothing at all about them, but hey a child's mind could wander, right? - and the upcoming evening. He didn't want to be apart of the pseudo-festivities, he didn't want to have to show his face and play nicely.

But he had to.

Silence dragged on, even after Lucien informed him that Lars was not his fault. Luce was sullen and broody, but it was best he got it out of his system now rather than later when his temper couldn't afford to be shot. He didn't touch his lunch as they drove back home, and once he exited he wanted nothing more than to flee inside and hide until it was time to get ready. But then Lucien struck a conversation and so the boy turned to acknowledge him. "Understood Sir," he began, concerning Dranok. "I don't need to talk about anything" he added, before hastily turning and disappearing inside. He needed to mentally prepare for the evening, Force help him.

Fin