( julian's lip curls in that familiar smirk again, only just the slightest bit sardonic. the charm of his expressions isn't necessarily lost because of what's happened to his face, but because of what's happened to him. there's no light, no wonder and life in them. even throughout this entire experience of running into an... to a... to... what is she to him? god, he can't remember. whatever it is, she is, he can't believe in anything too deeply anymore. not yet, anyway. he still just looks like he's expecting to wake up.
the grin fades quick, though. that, madam, he takes offense to. then that curl of his lip is a scowl instead. his feathers ruffle—literally. he looks bigger than he did a moment ago. )
Lucio made deals that only benefitted himself, at the cost of everyone and everything around him. He was, quite literally, a plague. He didn't care who got hurt! I wanted to save everyone! I would've done anything, I'm nothing like him! I— I.
( ...and the heat goes right back out of him. sort of. )
Not that it mattered, in the end. And especially not now. Grateful? You should be concerned. The hell we've got to look forward to would put the hell he invited upon himself to shame.
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the grin fades quick, though. that, madam, he takes offense to. then that curl of his lip is a scowl instead. his feathers ruffle—literally. he looks bigger than he did a moment ago. )
Lucio made deals that only benefitted himself, at the cost of everyone and everything around him. He was, quite literally, a plague. He didn't care who got hurt! I wanted to save everyone! I would've done anything, I'm nothing like him! I— I.
( ...and the heat goes right back out of him. sort of. )
Not that it mattered, in the end. And especially not now. Grateful? You should be concerned. The hell we've got to look forward to would put the hell he invited upon himself to shame.