It's a hot summer day, and Lucivar is practicing, the bugs buzzing around him and landing on his sweaty shoulders as he moves through his routine, though more sluggishly than usual. It doesn't take him long to give up and vanish the stick, heading over toward the lake with his cloud of companions following him ( Read more... )

Lucivar has been spending much of the past while outside, because he can't stand to be inside. The warmth and constriction indoors grates under his skin. The smell of all the females in the house overwhelms his instincts by turn to protect or to kill ( Read more... )

Lucivar is sitting outside, on the porch, staring out into the distance at nothing in particular. His arm is wrapped up in a sling close to his chest, still broken - he's avoiding Jaenelle for now. There's only a Twin again. And this time, he could have prevented it. Should have prevented it. And somehow he didn't ( Read more... )

Lucivar has family he wants to see.

And so he's wandering around the Mansion looking for them, hands in his pockets and almost smiling a little, giving his golden eyes a little glow. He's almost even in a mood to meet people! Feel free to say hello to the tall, scary looking batwinged man. At least he doesn't look pissed off like he usually does,

Lucivar finally left Jaenelle after fetching Aaron and telling him firmly that under no condition is he to leave Jaenelle by herself. He's scared that if someone does, she's going to go back into herself and this time she won't come back.

So he's outside, practicing, flickering between temper and fear, spinning thoughtlessly through routines, his ( Read more... )

Your brother has gotten you into some trouble with Lucivar. He looks calm. He looks very calm, in fact, striding across the lawn looking for Melou with his wings tucked neatly into his back, face nearly expressionless. Because if Melou is leading Miranda on, as he just heard, he is going to be in very big trouble with this rather scary Warlord ( Read more... )

Lucivar is outside again, and alone, his wings folded tight to his back as though their weight is a comfort - as well it might be. He looks pensive, walking across the grass for once sans weapon, his bearing altered only a very little from the events of the past weeks. He's healed, physically and mentally, but far from unaffected by the experience ( Read more... )

As usual, Lucivar is pacing through the Mansion, frowning a little, and searching intently. For who else but Miranda. Because whether it's just Jaenelle being calmer, or meeting some new and marginally interesting people, or trying to teach Anita how to use an Eyrien stick, he's in a good mood, and finally ready to see her again without snarling ( Read more... )

Lucivar is outside again. Practicing. Yes, again. His face is motionless and cool, his eyes are cold and blank and very, very still. He goes through the motions slowly, evenly, and with total calm, but within a hundred yards of him, the temperature drops. There's frost around his feet. Lucivar has gone cold. The only reason no one's splattered on ( Read more... )

Lucivar would really like a conversation with a certain young man. Would really like a conversation with him. He wants to know what's going on with his sister his friend Miranda and all this sudden discussion of scary things like marriage.

We're sorry he's so protective.

However, talking to others is an option as well, old acquaintances or even ( Read more... )