Lucien Prince ♖ Draco Malfoy (purityconquer) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-01-01 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | atticus drake, lucien prince |
Who: Lucien Prince & Atticus Drake
What: During an Occlumency lesson, Atticus discovers more about Lucien than he bargained for
Where: Atticus’s apartment in South Bronx, NYC
When: Sunday, January 1st, 2017
Warnings: Hostile Slytherins, non-graphic references to sex.
Status: Complete
Lucien had stopped hating breaks from school as much as he used to. It still meant that there was a sudden and very unpleasant halt in his studies for a handful of weeks, but for one, he had once again negotiated his way out of coming home for the entire month that he had off from school. Instead he had only come home for Christmas, because if he didn’t he would upset his mother. Not that Lucien was entirely convinced that she would be utterly devastated without him, but she was the sort of woman who liked things a certain way, and couldn’t function outside of her own expectations, and Lucien was incapable of disappointing her. No matter how angry and resentful he had been with her initially for keeping the secret of his real father from him all those years, he would always forgive her in the end. She was still his mother, after all.
Secondly, since he and Francis had started spending time together fairly regularly, that was all the reason Lucien really needed to stick around town longer. He barely even spent any time at his own apartment anymore, except when he actually needed to concentrate on his studies without the very persuasive distraction that Francis typically was, or when he needed to work on a chemistry or potions project. It wasn’t impossible to transport all his equipment to Francis’s if he really wanted to, with magic he had his ways, but Lucien never did. It was a hassell, and also an imposition. He was already imposing enough by constantly being over there, and for keeping his dog there even on the days when he couldn’t make it over. Not that Francis had complained. Lucien honestly thought he would have by now, but the man had started buying Percival cute outfits, which wasn't exactly an indication of someone getting fed up with his living arrangement.
For Lucien, he was pretty content at the moment not to bring it up, unless Francis did first. It was fairly convenient, not to mention pretty nice for him, and for the canine, for various reasons. It meant that whenever Lucien wanted to see Francis, his dog was already there too, though honestly Percival (or Percy, as Francis insisted as a convenient short name) was almost their dog now. Lucien thought he was just as fond of Francis as he was of Lucien, which he didn't mind. It was a nice little arrangement they had, that now included occasionally reading to Francis from his coveted young adult books when they weren't having a drink, playing with the dog or having enthusiastic, rough sex. Mostly good natured, aside from that one time Lucien had initiated something a little darker even for their tastes, after having a particularly bad night.
These days Lucien tried hard not to think about that night. Not because he didn’t like to remember what they did - what Francis had done to him. He’d asked for it, after all. It certainly hadn’t been healthy sex, by any means, but Lucien had enjoyed it, from where he’d been positioned, specifically because he’d wanted to be hurt. The reason he tried not to think about it now was because of the events that had taken place earlier in the night that had drove him to seek out Francis in the heat of his anger in the first place. He’d had a fight with Matthias, after finding out that the older man had been scouting him for the Resistance without telling him. He didn’t like to think about that night because Matthias was gone now. Dead, thanks to that virus, and it took all of Lucien’s energy just to not dwell on all the moments he’d wasted. The days he’d let pass him by in anger and silence before finally making amends with him. He and Matthias had been completely fine by the time he’d died, of course, but that was the thing about death.
It brought out all manner of regrets.
He’d arguably been distracted, lately, given everything that had happened. Matthias’s death had upset Lucien more than a little, though of course his feelings about the tragic event paled in comparison to what Jim must be going through. Lucien hadn’t seen or heard from his superior much since it happened, except to pass along another assignment. For the most part, Lucien had been left mostly to his own devices, which meant that he had a lot more free time on his hands than he was comfortable with, considering he was trying to keep himself busy enough that he didn’t just spend all day sulking over his dead friend. He missed Matthias’s company, which wasn’t a feeling that Lucien was used to, and he didn’t know what to do with it other than get angry, or distract himself. Since Francis was still upset over Rachel’s death, and the deaths of so many of the kids who used to frequent his place, Lucien was trying to do less of the former. There had been more kids in the club last night for New Years than there had been since the virus ravaged the reincarnate community, but it hadn’t seemed to improve Francis’s mood much.
Another good thing about breaks from school was having more time for Occlumency lessons with Atticus. Lucien had been going over there regularly since school had let out for winter break, though not as regularly as he went over to Francis’s club, but still often enough. He was learning a lot from Atticus, and he genuinely appreciated the man’s lessons. He was every bit as instructive to Lucien as Professor Snape had been to Draco, and more, and Lucien always paid close attention. Except for lately, after what happened to Matthias, Lucien had understandably been a little more distracted than usual. He still showed up to every instruction and gave it his best, but Lucien was afraid that it was perhaps even obvious to his mentor that he was a little off his game. He still pretended as if that weren’t true, though, and Atticus wouldn’t know any different since Lucien hadn’t spoken a word about Matthias to him. As soon as he arrived at Atticus’s that day, Lucien was prepared and determined to excel at today’s lesson.