Itâs more than just a sense of shock. Itâs jarringâSeeing Jason standing in a mansion which should be EMPTY && DUSTY. Instead, the home he had left for so long is spotless and pristine and JASON, pure and kind and bright Jason is waiting for him. His first instinct is to cover his left eye, do anything to keep Jason from seeingâbut wellâŠit was impossible to avoid forever, wasnât it? Shit.
Instead, Lucaon scowls, cruel and bristling. Defensive.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â (He is defensive. This is the last thing he wanted. He never wanted Jason to see him this way. Distorted and so far from the man he remembers. Surely he hasnât been here, waiting this whole time? Surely notâŠbutâŠthat would fit Jasonâs nature, wouldnât it? Lucaon had disappeared without so much as a word. Without so much as a notion of returning. Who the hell would wait that long?)
he was home when the news hit about the selvior familyâs demise. poisoned & the head turned into a zero, he heard that it was lucaon himself who killed his father. his family had mourned, being close friends for decades & travelled to korea to pay their respects & support lucaon in any way. what they found was a house, fallen to decay in the absence of itâs master. he begged his parents to stay behind, to care for the selvior estate until lucaon returned.Â
until his love came home.Â
yet here he was, face scarred from the mutation. but there was no hint of the warm, loving boy he fell for. his smile fades at the hostility in lucaonâs voice, lips pressing into a line as he looks away from those eyes. â taking care of your home, just in case you came back... â
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