Pray forgive the looming shadow she would call brother stood at small distance behind like a dog at her heel, and the silence he speaks. He is simply standing guard.

He only deemed it fitting to make appearance for Lunafreya, and yet, he is already having a terrible time.

〝The sentiment is arguable.〞 A delight, as always. The Commander takes the stab to his chest with steeled expression, now deepened with a furrowing of brows. 〝What are you doing here, Lunafreya?〞

... A subtle shift of steel fingers, finding the hilt of his sword. This woman reminds him of his mother and sister both. And that is cause for concern.

〝None as of yet.〞 Though his hand does not yield with such an uncertain answer, it betrays a trace of hesitancy. An unwillingness to act. 〝... State your name.〞

〝Such savagery is only befitting of these dogs.〞

Iron digits attempt to tame the tousled mess of white hair, that now falls just beyond shoulders. Should he plan to make the rare appearance in public once more, perhaps he ought to cut it.

Scrunches nose. What makes for worse company than Lucians? Lovers.

〝Quiet... Doubt it will last long.〞

✎；If I were to hypothetically return to RP here; I cannot decide if I should bring back Ignis or Nyx. Or even Vincent. I wish I had my old accounts, but, alas. Maybe another fresh start is for the best.