Lucien Prince ♖ Draco Malfoy (purityconquer) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-10-13 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | francis radford, lucien prince |
Who: Lucien Prince and Francis Radford
What: Matthias came clean to Lucien and now Lucien is P I S S E D
Where: Here&Gone, Chicago
When: Tuesday night, October 13th 2015
Warnings: Angry sex leads to pillow talk, pillow talk leads to joining the Resistance (FYI this isn't your average angry sex, it's pretty fucked up, so, you know. Proceed with caution. Don't read if you can't handle unhealthy sex play.)
Lucien was in a rage. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this angry, but it had been a very long time since he’d been this out of sorts. As he walked, he replayed the exchange over and over in his mind, attempting to see it from every possible angle but it didn’t matter which way he tried to see it, he only saw red. Every time he heard in his mind Matthias saying the words ‘Resistance’ and ‘good fit’, Lucien felt the anger boiling to the surface all over again. Matthias had been ‘watching him’? This had all been a ruse, right from the very beginning. None of it was real, every single conversation, every interaction, every little test that Matthias had given Lucien, it had all been for the Resistance? Lucien had been auditioning for a role without even knowing about it, and that was maybe what bothered him the most.
If he really thought about it, it wasn’t so much the part about the Resistance that made Lucien angry. He didn’t exactly look favorably on the group, but he didn’t necessarily disagree with a lot of their methods either. Draco’s past with the death eaters was a controversial one, one that came with a certain amount of regret and lot of pain, but this wasn’t really the same thing, was it? The Resistance, as far as Lucien could tell, was more about conviction than bloodlines. They weren’t targeting a minority group, they were fighting against the people who wanted to rid the world of reincarnates. If anything, they were the complete opposite of death eaters, weren’t they? The part about the Resistance, and Jim, Matthias, and Robert being part of it, wasn’t what was bothering him, it was the lying. Lucien couldn’t stand being lied to or played for a fool, and it didn’t matter how many times Matthias might insist he hadn’t been, he felt like he’d been played.
At first when Matthias explained everything, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but his disbelief had quickly given way to that sharp sting of betrayal and righteous anger. He’d accused Matthias of deceiving him, that every word out of his mouth had been a lie. All their conversations, all those puzzles he’d given Lucien to solve, Matthias’s attempts to befriend him, even that night out with Jim and Robert, it’d all been for the sole purpose of grooming him for the Resistance. Maybe he was being a little dramatic, but in the moment, Lucien couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t get past the simple fact that Matthias had been lying to him about why he’d been spending time with him for months, no matter how Matthias excused it, Lucien wasn’t capable of seeing reason in the moment. He needed to get away, he needed to clear his head. So he’d yelled, he’d accused, he’d lashed out like a wounded animal and told Matthias to stay away from him, and then he’d stormed off, unsure of where he was headed until he was already outside of Francis’s club.
Lucien blinked, temporarily disoriented as his brain finally caught up with his feet, which had more or less led him here on their own. He hadn’t been planning on going to see Francis tonight, especially in the state he was currently in, but where else was he going to go? He could go see Atticus, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell the man everything, and to even begin to explain tonight's sequence of events he would probably have to. At least with Francis, the guy wouldn’t make Lucien talk about it if he didn’t want to, and Lucien’s only other option was to go home and stew by himself. Suddenly the prospect of letting off some steam was more appealing than sulking in a dark apartment, so he entered the club without hesitation, still looking a little rattled but with a somewhat intense determination, his eyes immediately searching the place for its owner.