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L U C A N I S 589. high elvhen. vanyaril. guardian of the light. mercenary.

[lucanisvanyaril]

THE FOUNDATION

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@lucanisvanyaril Location: Arvandoril of course Notes: A bLoOD oATh

The Prince expected Lucanis, but still, too many things had been left unsaid. Not to mention the question about going somewhere, standing outside the temple that house the Dragon of Night itself. An old god, loose within Avalon, essentially, no matter how removed the broken branch remained. Falon'Din's Hollow was lost to them, Yavanna and Luthonár had willingly entered. She'd told him that it was never goodbye as long as the wheel had weaved, but did a soul return that was blighted as such? Yavanna had chosen her death, to not die in a bed, plagued with the Blight. She'd put on her armor, her pegasus' armor, and had saved them.

"Don't you have a blood oath to be fulfilling?" He tries to be funny, Abelas seems to do it easily. Meanwhile, Ikaros had a bitch face that would be written about in tomes for future Elvhen. He stood up from his bed, it wasn't often someone managed to get in here, but it just meant that everyone out there was working against him. Again. "Thanks. For coming to get me."

[lucanisvanyaril]

Making a blood oath was probably dramatic, but Lucanis had never not been calm about anything in his life. Most of the time, he was blowing things out of proportion in a way that it didn't need to be. Or, on the other hand, he was probably only thinking about himself. There was a selfish part of him that absolutely only made that blood oath because he wanted to make sure he saw Ikaros again. Anything could have happened once they stepped into that Eluvian, but he was determined to make sure that his worst thought didn't come true. Luckily, it hadn't.

Still, Ikaros was sure to give him some shit for it. And, of course, Lucanis would take whatever the prince dished out to him with a smile on his face. "The blood oath was that I would bring you back alive. I think I fulfilled it." He leaned forward slightly, almost in a bowing position, but not quite. "What, no reward?"

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Beneath ancient arches and starlit eaves, a shadow within a world of whispers, he wondered if the day might come when he would walk these streets free of ghosts.

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“I play, I stay. Simple arrangement.”

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He was the Prince. Of course Lucanis wanted to be around him. It went deeper than that, however. Ikaros knew that much. He didn't wish to spurn the other, but he had enough weight on his shoulders – he didn't wish to tackle all of his different feelings for Lucanis at the same time. Not that he wasn't an excellent multitasker, but that was beside the point he was trying to make. The Oracle saw enough of the future, of what others wished to do – and Lucanis was lucky enough to only have what he wanted out in Taravell. "The perfect Vanyaril? If there is anyone who understands a legacy, it's me. And you ran." Ikaros frowned now, his usual demeanor. His anger, however, was not directed towards Lucanis, not always. Right now, however, he didn't wish for the pity Olympics.

"I think..." Ikaros chose his next words carefully, taking a step towards Lucanis now, "...that you carry the weight you choose, and ignore the rest. You run away instead of figuring it out. You run away from Avalon, from your family, from your...commitments. Unless it's for the mortals, out there paying you because they don't give a damn about what your name is. Or so you say. If you choose that your place is there, then choose. You can only dance in and out of Avalon for so long. Never truly good at anything." Ikaros leaned away now, moving to pick up one of the last gauntlets he needed before leaving. "I'm going into the Eluvian, with others that I've chosen. I'll see you soon. Or maybe not. Enjoy Taravell, Lucanis."

[lucanisvanyaril]

There would never be a time in his life where he would say he didn't run away from his responsibilities. It was exactly what he had done and he would probably do the same if time was reversed. Lucanis did not want to stand around and do nothing. He didn't want to wait for something to happen and then jump to action as soon as it did. Well, actually, he probably wouldn't mind the latter so much as he did the former. Being a Vanyaril had its perks, but it also had its downfalls. He supposed it was a true fact that Ikaros understood that more than most. Prince of Avalon was a hefty title to have when one's mother was Titania. Lucanis didn't want pity from Ikaros just as much as he was sure the other didn't want it from him. He glanced at the space that had grown between them for a moment before the prince stepped forward. Of course he made no move to step away.

Hands rested upon the hem of his pants, his gaze stayed firmly placed upon the small amount of space that it had been focused on. Brows furrowing again, he waited for Ikaros to finish speaking before making any comment at all. The other's gauntlets were picked up and Lucanis finally lifted his eyes to look at the prince. "I..." For how much he loved to talk, he couldn't seem to find a single word to say right now. Everything he could say felt like some sort of lie that he couldn't twist his words around enough to say aloud. So he stuck with something simple right now. "Let me help you with those and you can leave." His chin pointed towards the gauntlets, hand reaching forward to grab one of them within.

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"That's exactly what it means, Lucanis," Ikaros cocked an eyebrow, wondering if the other even listened to half the junk that came out of his mouth. Something told him that he didn't, and it was just Lucanis talking out of his ass. Ikaros didn't mind that. It just meant the Prince always had the upper hand. He enjoyed the look of surprise on the other Elvhen's face, some sort of bit that he'd finally gotten the upperhand on the mercenary. The prince of Avalon was always calm and collected, he was always hiding what he felt, what he was thinking – it was easiest, and most could leave him alone. Lucanis hadn't been around when the visions had become too much, when the oracle had to hide himself in a darkened room so no one would bother him as he tried to heal his mind.

It was only this thought that kept Ikaros at arm's length from Lucanis. This bitterness that settled deep in the Elvhen's chest. He went to move his hand away, but caught in Lucanis' grip, Ikaros' gaze darkened. His mismatched eyes lingered on the other's mouth, "Lucanis, I don't–" his voice hitched on the words, the lie unable to exit his mouth. It only fueled his anger, and the prince and his perpetual frown only got more bitchier, "I don't think you actually know what you want." That was easier to get out, some other emotion crossing Ikaros' face now. His hand relaxed, but it didn't mean much other than the fight leaving the prince for the time being. "You don't know what you want, or what you need, and if you do, then you're too worried about something to act on it. And I don't mean me, I mean this. Avalon. And you know where I stand." Ikaros would not be a fool to the Vanyaril – not like how love had spurned Titania.

[lucanisvanyaril]

"I want to be around you, Ikaros. Is that so hard to believe?" Maybe it was given the prince's words. Lucanis had never truly seemed like he cared about much outside of his own interests. Honestly, he'd be a liar to say that the opposite was true. Everything he had done since he left Avalon for the first time had been for himself because he had never had that option before. His mothers had told him what his duty was. His grandfather had trained him for it day in and day out. He wasn't sure if it was exhaustion or something else that had caused him to become the way that he was, but he just didn't care. He didn't care about Avalon as much as he should have. The elvhen wanted to though. He truly did. It was ingrained in his mind to. Yet he had been steadfast in his desire to stay within a world where there was the very real possibility of him becoming a silver elvhen. So yeah, maybe it was hard for Ikaros to believe that he wanted to be around him. Lucanis probably would have thought the same if their positions were switched.

There was a small part of him that reveled in the fact that Ikaros could not say that he didn't want Lucanis there. He didn't show it, but that was reason enough for him to want to stay here. For now, at least. For as long as the prince would have him. If he wanted him at all. But that was completely besides the point. That wasn't what Ikaros was trying to say to him. Not really. Yes, the other elvhen couldn't say that he didn't want Lucanis around, but he couldn't say that he did either. And there was an explanation given along with it that put thoughts in his head again of just what he thought of this place. Brows furrowed, he looked down at their hands for a moment before letting go and putting space between them. "You're right. I don't know what I want. I'm not the perfect Vanyaril like the ones before me. I left here to figure that out and I still haven't. People don't hire me out there because of my family name. They hire me because I'm damn good at what I do." He paused and moved forward again. "And you know what the worst part about that is? I'm only good because I'm a Vanyaril. How are any of us supposed to know what we truly want with that weight on our shoulders?"

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