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Indie Lucaon Selvior of ROYAL SERVANT. Penned by EEVEE. estb. 09/02/17

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@mundocor​

So I ask, are you my master? 

Acquiring a catalyst had been the easiest bit.  After all, power && money were all in this world.  A piece of the ROUND TABLE, capable of summoning forth a knight of the round.  Yes, a fitting catalyst.  However, Lucaon is surprised upon the finished summoning to see what figure stands before him-- a dying lambent glow of mana && magic, that ethereal wind, and a pale figure.  

Pale hair && pale skin.  Too close in appearance and Lucaon considers it some kind of cosmic joke, one he is just as quick to dismiss but cannot truly shake from his mind.  Straight laced and serious, his MASTER stands before him, dark && shadowed. 

    “ Yes, I am your Master now.  You don’t really need my name, but I will tell it to you regardless, please refrain from the use of it.  My name is Lucaon Selvior, of the Selvior house.  && Saber, what is your TRUE NAME? “  Curt and to the point, he wastes no time. 

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( v. fate || stars hide your fires 

FATE MASTER || 

The Selvior family is old blood magic, and here is LUCAON SELVIOR, head of the family.  Chosen for the grail war, he is cold, ruthless, dangerous.  Experienced in hand to hand combat, reinforcement, and most basic magecrafts-- Lucaon is difficult for many other mages to handle because he is CLOSE QUARTERS on the battlefield. 

( Also utilizes Gandr, and reinforces his combat with magic. ) 

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|| well mattie was like: make a FATE VERSE FOR LUCAON so here I am, making a fate verse for lucaon but not sure what class t---

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BERSERKER. 

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|| waiting for the english update like

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|| all i’m waiting for right now is for Royal Servants short hiatus to end please kill me .

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rough sex starter sentences

“Come here and get on your knees. Show me how much of me you can swallow.” “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” “We don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you…” ”That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. We DO need a safe word.” “What was that? You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. Can’t you handle it?” “Look at you lying there all used… Do you think you’re ready for more?” “I don’t care whether you can take it. I will do it anyway and you’ll love it.” “Open up wide.” “Don’t you dare move. Did I tell you you could?” “Oh good, does that hurt?” “You will listen to every single word I say. If you don’t… then I’ll tie you up and I’ll leave you here desperate.” “Harder! Harder!” “Don’t stop now!” “I don’t care whether it will hurt. I just want it.” “I can’t wait to see you covered in the bruises I’ll mark you with.” “Not a sound, do you understand? You have to be absolutely quiet, or I will make you want to scream even louder.” “I would’ve prepared you for this if you’d not been begging for me to fuck you.” “You should see your face right now…” “I told you I was going to make you regret saying yes to this.” “Is that all you’ve got? That hardly hurt. Well, I guess it’s my turn now.” “You’re here for my pleasure, not the other way round. Do you understand, slave?!” “Tell me how much you want me and I’ll give you more than you can handle. That’s the game we’re playing now, honey.” “Don’t complain. I could’ve tied you up in even less comfortable positions.” “Oh, look at you. All tied up and ready to be fucked.” “What’s that? I can’t hear what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth.” “I’m not done yet! Spread your legs and lie the fuck still until I tell you to move!” “Oh this hurts, does it? I want you to beg for even more.” “Just count down with me and if you make it to zero without squirming, I’ll stop hurting you.” “This is about control and you’re definitely not going to have any.” “Show me you can follow orders and I’ll be a lot nicer, love.”

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bcnii:

   He can feel the tears welling up in his eyes. The guilt builds as he thinks about his family- if he knew them-

      “Lucaon-? M-my family-”

   No, they’re gone. He can’t keep thinking about them- it only makes him feel worse. If they’d been so close, he can hardly believe he’d forgotten. It terrifies him, and it breaks his heart to think about.

      “W-why- I d-didn’t deserve… A-any of it..” He’d had so much to live for, and he threw it all away for someone that didn’t even love him back. “N-no one n-needed me-”

Lucaon grits his teeth. He’s never been good with tears. Never. Any person in his life could have shed them before, to get their way and he would cave like a cliff under floodwater. Fast and with no hope of stopping. Lucaon cannot remember ever seeing Silv cry.

“That…is…” Words die across his tongue. What did he used to say, when he saved children from Zeroes? When he comforted families as a HUNTER? “…It’s alright. It’s over now.” He doesn’t know what more to say, god, since when had this become so h a r d? “No. That isn’t true…”

Right, of course. The reason he had started looking at all, before his family was LOST to him…he had looked for Silvius because he was IMPORTANT. Lucaon doesn’t hold anything in that kind of regard anymore. But it doesn’t seem fair to just tell Silv too bad.

“You can consider it of selfish want, if it helps. But I must make sure you live.” I need you hangs off the edge of his tongue and he cannot place just what part of his weak and weary heart it comes from. Was that it? Had he needed Silv then? In truth, so much time has passed, so many years of turmoil and PAIN…he doesn’t really remember why he started searching. The man who started that hunt…he may as well be dead. It’s probably for the best that Silv doesn’t remember him. The man living in his memory may as well be a ghost.

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bcnii:

   He leans forward a little bit, before pulling his knees to his chest. He just doesn’t know how to say it. He tries to speak up, but his voice is lost.

      “M-my name-” He can’t seem to place why they know him. He remembers very few people, and with the amount of time that’s passed, it was impossible anyone knew him. He can’t place it- and it scares him. And yet- he can’t find it in him to ask properly.

      “W-why..?” 

   At least he seemed less afraid than before. After all he’s been through, he’s still trying to trust. 

Lucaon exhibits the most patience he has had in YEARS. He lets Silv speak slowly, listens to the rasp of disuse in his voice. Ah, he understands. Silv doesn’t recognize him at all. Lucaon wonders if he ever will. The Master of the House sighs and leans back in his chair, mismatched eyes watching.

“My name is Lucaon Selvior. You may not remember me now, I am from a Royal Blood family that knew your family very closely. Since you went missing, I have had ears to the ground looking for you. Do you understand?” He isn’t asking if Silv REMEMBERS, he can see on his face that he does not. He just wants to know Silv can understand his w o r d s. “I took you from that place. You’re…safe…now.” He hesitates every time. He isn’t a safe person, but whatever waits him here is surely better than the hell they put him through.

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halsey (badlands) / starter sentences.

❛  sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise.  ❜

❛  i’m headed straight for the castle.  ❜

❛  they wanna make me their queen.  ❜

❛  there’s no use crying about it.  ❜

❛  do you feel like a young god?  ❜

❛  the two of us are just young gods.  ❜

❛  don’t get cut on my edges.  ❜

❛  my tongue is a weapon.  ❜

❛  if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.  ❜

❛  i keep a close watch on this heart of mine.  ❜

❛  i walk the line.  ❜

❛  i’ll admit that i’m a fool for you.  ❜

❛  they’re coming for me.  ❜

❛  my mind’s like a deadly disease.  ❜

❛  i’m meaner than my demons.  ❜

❛  who is in control?  ❜

❛  i couldn’t stand the person inside me.  ❜

❛  i turned all the mirrors around.  ❜

❛  goddamn right, you should be scared of me.  ❜

❛  can’t help this awful energy.  ❜

❛  are you insane like me?  been in pain like me?  ❜

❛  do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?  ❜

❛  you run on gasoline.  ❜

❛  i think there’s a flaw in my code.  ❜

❛  these voices won’t leave me alone.  ❜

❛  are you deranged like me?  are you strange like me?  ❜

❛  my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.  ❜

❛  keep on haunting me.  ❜

❛  you put a fever inside me.  ❜

❛  i’ve been cold since you left.  ❜

❛  i’ve done some things that i can’t speak.  ❜

❛  i found god.  ❜

❛  i found the devil.  ❜

❛  we’re lost somewhere in outer space.  ❜

❛  i’ve got a lover.  ❜

❛  it’s coming down.  ❜

❛  i’m such a fool to pay this price.  ❜

❛  i found a martyr.  ❜

❛  i found the savior.  ❜

❛  everybody wants to know.  ❜

❛  that’s the beauty of a secret.  ❜

❛  i don’t have to fucking tell you anything.  ❜

❛  these days i can’t seem to get along with anyone.  ❜

❛  you’re only happy when you’re sorry.  ❜

❛  i hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old.  ❜

❛  you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise.  ❜

❛  you’re spilling like an overflowing sink.  ❜

❛  you’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece.  ❜

❛  you were a vision in the morning when the light came through.  ❜

❛  i know i’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you.  ❜

❛  i’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you.  ❜

❛  everything is blue.  ❜

❛  i’m searching for something that i can’t reach.  ❜

❛  i don’t like them innocent.  ❜

❛  what happened to the soul that you used to be?  ❜

❛  do you remember the taste of my lips that night?  ❜

❛  i stole a bit of my mother’s perfume.  ❜

❛  i remember the fear in your eyes.  ❜

❛  feet first, don’t fall.  ❜

❛  keep close, stand tall.  ❜

❛  all we do is drive.  ❜

❛  all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.  ❜

❛  all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.  ❜

❛  would it really kill you if we kissed?  ❜

❛  what kind of dough have you been spending?  ❜

❛  what kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?  ❜

❛  we are the new americana.  ❜

❛  my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.  ❜

❛  i sold my soul to a three-piece.  ❜

❛  hold me down.  ❜

❛  knock me out.  ❜

❛  throw me in the deep end, watch me drown.  ❜

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sxdere:

he was home when the news hit about the selvior family’s 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 it’s master. he begged his parents to stay behind, to care for the selvior estate until lucaon returned. 

until his love came home. 

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 lucaon’s voice, lips pressing into a line as he looks away from those eyes. ❛ taking care of your home, just in case you came back… ❜

His first instinct is to lash out. He represses it via long stem of silence and reconsiders. He wants to know why Jason held on, wants to know what kind of person holds on all that time but he knows exactly what Jason will say. ’because I love you?’ Lucaon doesn’t think he could bear it.

Jason may as well be in love with a g h o s t.

Instead, he reaches for whatever shamed part of him still thought of Jason in his absence, that part of him that is weak and dwindling that missed him.

“…I suppose I won’t have to worry about having the house cleaned, at least. I should send your family my regards, then, for their help.” It isn’t KIND, necessarily, when he brushes past Jason and into the house without much further ado. There’s much to be done; servants to be hired, businesses to be contacted in the wake of his return. But he knows it isn’t the end. He has to address Jason eventually. He stops halfway down the corridor to the stairs.

“I’m exhausted from the journey home. If you could wait a few hours, I’ll speak to you in my quarters.” It’s quiet, but at least it is polite, if cold. He disappears up the stairs, and into the bathroom adjoined to his room.

Shower first, process the presence of a love he’s given up on later. He expects Jason to be waiting when he’s done.

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bcnii:

   He’s still quiet through the whole thing. He barely offers anything at all. At least until he’s finished being poked at further. It seemed to click that there was no immediate danger anymore. Was this it? Would he finally find peace- even for just one night?

   As soon as he had the chance, he curled up and isolated himself. Exhausted, lonely, and afraid, he keeps himself curled in a tight ball. He feels safest like this. He’s safe now, right? It takes a long time, but he carefully pulls himself up- he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he tried.

   Quietly, he takes in his surroundings, and manages to turn his attention to the other- at least for a moment. Nothing has clicked yet.

   Why do they know him? He hadn’t heard his name in so long- but there was no mistake. 

      “Um..”

   It’s a croaky sound, unnatural and ghostly. He hasn’t needed words in so long- he doesn’t even know what to say. He seems to regret speaking up as soon as he does it.

He isn’t sure exactly how much time must have passed in the face of silence, but the sound draws his attention away from whatever thoughts previously reigned—and back to Silvius. Causes his heart to stutter weakly in his own chest. A worry he hasn’t felt in ages—Perhaps something like guenuine emotion.

”Silv…” he answers, sitting up in the chair. “What do you need?”

( && he isn’t GOOD at caring, but god is he trying. He can only imagine the suffering. It leaves his blood boiling in his veins to imagine them HURTING him.) Lucaon does his best to appear as non-threatening as he can, for a man who is broad in stature and infinitely intimidating. A man who has not worn kindness in years.

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bcnii:

   With his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he tries his best to keep it together. He can’t breathe easy anywhere. He’d been gone too long- nothing makes sense anymore. He’s overwhelmed with things, and he can’t even force himself to do anything about it.

   Safe.

   Safety was impossible now. Seated silently, he tries so hard to focus on anything other than the inevitable terror. God, how long had he been gone? He almost feels more lost than he’d been before.

   He gives very little response the whole time. His mind won’t let him. There’s so much going on inside his head- he can hardly breathe anymore.

Lucaon isn’t good at this kind of thing—he doesn’t even remember if he’d been good at it once upon a time, but now, most certainly he is not. He helps Silv out of the car and inside, into one of the meticulously kept guest rooms. He acknowledges the silence, understands that it isn’t any fault of his own. But he doesn’t know how to help. A doctor is called to the property promptly, to evaluate the state of him. Said Doctor treats any wounds left, but cannot say much for his mental state aside from time. He leaves Lucaon feeling just as frustrated as before—what can he do? What is there to do. He pulls up a chair next to the bed where Silvius lays, essentially catatonic for the moment.

There are words threatening to suffocate him but he can’t f i n d them. “…What did they do to you, Silv…God…”

They are not the same people as last they had seen one another. He’s praying on time, right now. Praying that time will bring something

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@sxdere

“Ja…son…?”

It’s more than just a sense of shock. It’s jarring—Seeing 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 seeing—but well…it was impossible to avoid forever, wasn’t it? Shit.

Instead, Lucaon scowls, cruel and bristling. Defensive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” (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 hasn’t been here, waiting this whole time? Surely not…but…that would fit Jason’s nature, wouldn’t 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?)

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bcnii:

   How long had it been?

   He’d been lost for a long time, even after it was all over, he’d been too afraid of what might have happened if he moved. It took weeks, even after the years of torture and abuse, he’d stayed still for so long. 

   He could have forgotten their faces. Everyone he had loved was dead by now- they had to be. 

   His shoulders quake in absolute terror at any touch, friendly or not. If you asked him, he wouldn’t be able to tell you what was going on. He wouldn’t be able to say who it was helping him- not yet, at least.

   As soon as he feels hands on his shoulders, he tries weakly to pull away. He’s not safe- but he doesn’t have the energy to change that. So he’s stuck, trembling and terrified before the other. 

   He has no choice but to go along with them, no matter ow he felt about it. The most he could do was pray to god that his suffering was over- that he’d payed for his sins with all that time spent in that living hell.

Silvius trembles beneath his touch, and something in that motion breaks Lucaon’s stone heart. So changed. He’d been strong, callous even. The irony is not lost in him--- what gentility is left in Lucaon slips off his suit jacket and gently hefts it over Silvius’s shoulders, before helping him into the car. Lucaon remembers, remembers the state he’d been in after the death of his parents. Despondent and unresponsive. Irritation itches at the back of his mind, causes his hands to grip the steering wheel till his knuckles go white. Damn.

There is a sense of fear. Right now, Silvius needs a sanctuary. A place to heal and recover, and Lucaon cannot promise that. He can’t be sure that anywhere near his side is peaceful or safe. There is something monstrous always waiting in his throat, in his limbs. Barely repressed. As quiet as he can, as gentle as he can manage, he looks at Silv through the rearview mirror.

“Silvius. I’m taking you home with me. You’ll…be safe there.” Promises, perhaps false. “I’ll send for a doctor as soon as we arrive. Just hold on…” He would urge him to sleep, if he thought it might help. Lucaon gets the feeling it will not. Does Silvius remember him? There is no recognition there yet. The faster they leave here, the more distance they put between Silv and this hell hole, the better. He drives.

The ride home is quiet, the trip takes hours, tiring hours. He doesn’t know if Silv has eaten or if he even could if asked, but they arrive in one piece.

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@bcnii

He’s had an ear to the ground for so many y e a r s.

It tears through him, hearing those words. They found him. Lucaon faces a great many conflicts on the way to meet his contact—The Selvior Manor is hardly the same splendid place it had been once upon a time. It was no longer lively, no longer vivid and bright. It held little beyond his work and the numerous ever changing servants who came and went. (Fast. Servants came and went with incredible speed, unable to keep up with his domineering nature and stifling watch.)

He was not the same Lucaon who Silvius had known. Not even close. A smile hasn’t touched his features since the day his fathers blood shook his vision BLACK. The Lucaon that Silvius remembers smiles.

The anxiety ridden trip takes up a few disquieted hours, and laying eyes on the state of his former friend is…well, it puts those previous anxieties to shame. There is so much more to worry of here than SMILES.

“Silvius-“ (His first instinct is to kneel before him, gently take his hand. His secondary instinct is to scowl in the presence of weakness. He settles for the middle ground and gently takes hold of blanket covered shoulders.) “Come on.” First, get him out of the public eye. Get them to safety.

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