Hey its my birthday today! Was wondering if you'd write some cute Lucien/War HCs?
~I’m so sorry for the late ‘gift’. I hope that it turned out alright lol. But most importantly, I hope that you’re alright!!
Archon Lucien
During his younger days, Lucien would spend most of the time within the library of the Scribe, in a similar manner to a daycare. Prior to being corrupted, he’d find himself visiting its many rooms where he used to play hide and seek with the younger angels.
He keeps a collection of his fallen angels’ feathers hidden within the Crystal Spire. Feathers of his fallen friends and comrades.
Despite his grandiose personality, he meditates a lot. Upon grounding himself back to reality, he’d find himself cocooned within his extra pair of wings. He experiences a sense of tranquillity through venturing the Ivory Citadel.
The colour blue soothes him. A distant longing would generate in him when he’d observe Earth’s cerulean blue skies and oceans through the forbidden pool.
Although he possesses a general disinterest towards humanity, he is fascinated by the race’s differing cultures. Unfortunately, the library contains little information regarding the third kingdom’s lifestyles, therefore the angel would personally take hidden notes.
He has a close bond with the Ortho. The great winged beast would nuzzle his legs and the Archon would pet it and smirk at the way its mighty wings quiver with excitement. The angelic beast would mysteriously disappear following Lucien’s death.
War
Although he does not require sleep, he finds that certain Earth music trigger a calming effect on him, most notably in lullabies and ambient music. Sometimes he mumbles phrases in Nephilim during his deeper rests.
He likes the scents of flora but certain types make his nose itch and he’d have a difficult time holding in a sneeze.
He prefers large cities and citadels. Contrary to his silent demeanour, he thrives on the hustle and bustle of fast-paced lives, irrespective of the denizens’ race.
He is meticulous in the way he arranges his weapons, items and potions. They are generally assembled in a particular symmetrical pattern.
His favourite colours are varying hues of orange and pink that resemble the early dawn and evening lights.
He can be quite an aesthete, contrary to his passion for battle. He has a particular liking for poetry. There is something sacred in the passing of stories between generations, in the way languages are expressed to convey a range of emotions and deep feelings.
