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Looking for Miranda [or OPEN]
Lucivar is hunting. But not the way he usually is. Rather, he wanders through the house, checking open rooms, knocking on closed doors, looking distracted and worried. She may not want to see him again, but he at least want to know that the little not-witchling is all right. She may notice that he seems thinner than when she saw him last. A lot of ( Read more... ) -
This is Lucivar. This is Lucivar on Crackplot.
Lucivar already ripped the kitchen to shreds. He tried calling Jaenelle and she's ignoring him or else ( Read more... ) -
Oh boy, homicidal Warlord Princes! (Open Post for Brave People)
He's already left a mess in his room, broken furniture and everything, and he's moved outside to go to work on something living. He hasn't hunted for years, but he is now. The animals don't have it very good though when he can rip them to pieces before ever touching them. The power of the Ebon-Gray rages through him and his golden eyes are ( Read more... ) -
Logs.
[21:17] *bristles* And there is no need to speak to me as if I were a wayward child.
[21:17] *comes downstairs looking rather exhausted and frustrated and bleh*
[21:18] *stands then* If that is how you are going to behave..
[21:19] *instantly on guard and more alert* What - *blinks at David and narrows his eyes a little* ---is going on?
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Log.
16:33] *is pacing around the Mansion restless and uneasy/happy*
[16:34] *bumps into him* Oh, Lucivar! *frowns* What is wrong?
[16:36] *jolts and seems a little disoriented for a moment, then relaxes a very very litte* Oh - Armand. *a pause* Just - thinking. *mouth tighten* Too much, probably.
[16:38] That is a hazard this time of year. *puts a ( Read more... ) -
The Purging of Memories.
Lucivar is sitting outside, knees drawn to his bare chest, steam rising off his back, the bladed stick cast in the slushy snow around him. His chin resting on his knees, he stares at the woods, nearly gasping for air, trembling with exhaustion. His face is, strangely, streaked with tears, and a new one drips from the corner of his eye, though he ( Read more... ) -
anOTP: Lucivar/Salome
Lucivar is sitting on a stool somewhere in the mansion, holding his war blade and sharpening it carefully - not out of any particular need, but just because the automatic motion is soothing and gives him time to think over everything that's changed in the past few months, both inwardly and outwardly, and some of it is rather disconcerting. -
anOTP: Lucivar/Ada Clare
Lucivar is inside, for once, sitting by the fire, eyes half closed and looking almost asleep, very tired indeed. However, he is awake enough that if someone were to walk into the room, he'd notice - having been caught napping once by Armand, he's determined not to get caught again by people more likely to tease him about it ( Read more... ) -
anOTP: Lucivar/Ambarussa
Lucivar has found himself outside again, though this time he doesn't look too happy about it, as he doesn't really have anything to do. The basket for firewood is full and since his last stick broke when he tried to practice because of the cold, he's not really inclined in that direction - but not having any other ideas, he starts off towards the ( Read more... ) -
Open Post
Lucivar is where he usually is - practicing. Perhaps with more savagery than is necessary, but with a certain amount of desperation as well. But he's not practicing in his usual way, with a bladed stick and a tree as an opponent out in the clearing. Instead, he finds a pile of unsplit logwood and begins splitting it with little more than ax and ( Read more... )