he's not quite sure how they even got on the topic — parents, families. it was a tough spot for lucien. his mother loved him. his fathers and brothers? not so much. he left their court to go to another, a place where he thought he'd spend the rest of his days. and then amarantha. and then feyre. it seemed the spring court was no place for him either, nor the night court. where was he supposed to go? we all have scars. their soft voice makes him chuckle as tanned fingers raise to run over his own, clear on his face. “ yes, but most people are lucky to escape with mental scars rather than physical ones. and even then, most get to cover theirs with clothing. ” he used to be pretty self conscious about the whole thing, but once people learned who gave him the scar, they congratulated him. funny.
his metal eye whirs as he looks down at the array before him, choosing to focus his attention on the rather delicious looking strawberry cake @eraisa brought. “ how did you know strawberry was my favorite? ” he asks, looking up at them and scrunching his nose. “ very kind of you. thank you. now, shall we? i didn't invite you out here just for you to watch me eat, you know. ”