Lucien

Lucien was in no hurry to leave his spot.

For a few moments, he simply stood there, leaning his shoulder against the cold stone wall, watching the stranger opposite him.

In the dim light, his white hair seemed almost silver, and his blue eyes were far too bright for the gloom.

The feathery tufts on his head twitched imperceptibly, catching some sound in the silence.

He pushed off from the wall and slowly straightened up. A long white cape slid from his shoulder, the feathers rustling softly. The first step was cautious, the second more confident. Lucien slowly made his way toward his interlocutor, never breaking eye contact, as if trying to decipher in advance what kind of person stood before him.

The closer he got, the more noticeable the slight smile on his face became. There was neither open hostility nor genuine kindness in it—rather a curiosity mixed with a barely perceptible mockery. Stopping a few steps away, he tilted his head slightly, examining the stranger.

Hmm... Interesting.

His voice sounded quiet, almost lazy. Lucien took another step, now intentionally closing the distance between them. The blue crystal on his chest caught the light and flashed briefly. He raised a hand to adjust the edge of his feathered cape, then lowered it again.

I don't recall us meeting before.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.
A few white strands fell over his eyes, but Lucien didn't even attempt to brush them away.
Instead, he leaned forward a bit, as if intending to get a better look at his companion.

Though... he drawled, and his smile widened, you look as if you came here specifically for me.

Lucien straightened up and chuckled softly. His gaze swept over the stranger for a moment before settling on his face once more.