For: @ofgarnett Where: The Siltshore Mausoleum
He hadn't been here for the Fellowship show for power, the violent attack, unplanned, erratic. He's most thankful for it, knows his obsession for perfection wouldn't had stand for such careless, ridiculous attempt. Acting like the beasts they were hunting. The only thing that's brought them is death upon death, a wrath that's ending them slowly, he presumes. Witches worked with nature, and natured had a way to pay back.
Still, he figures they'd see no difference. The witches, between one and the other, the tattoo on their skin wasn't telling enough. They all worked for the same, to rid the world of the creatures that plagued it. One more forceful than others. But Lucian had never been one to let anything stop him. And as he walked into the Mausoleum, almost feeling the magic around him, he couldn't help but smile.
"I heard..." He pauses, walking closer. "That he mausoleum had come under new... administration." Continuing as his eyes fell on the girl, hands raised in mock surrender. A show that he had come not for destruction. "So I thought perhaps I'd come to make peace with the person in charge... I imagine that's you, love." Smile still in place.
He didn't lower his hands, instead waving his fingers in greetings. "I would love it if we could have a conversation, you and I... no murder involved."