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He’s had an ear to the ground for so many y e a r s.
It tears through him, hearing those words. They found him. Lucaon faces a great many conflicts on the way to meet his contact—The Selvior Manor is hardly the same splendid place it had been once upon a time. It was no longer lively, no longer vivid and bright. It held little beyond his work and the numerous ever changing servants who came and went. (Fast. Servants came and went with incredible speed, unable to keep up with his domineering nature and stifling watch.)
He was not the same Lucaon who Silvius had known. Not even close. A smile hasn’t touched his features since the day his fathers blood shook his vision BLACK. The Lucaon that Silvius remembers smiles.
The anxiety ridden trip takes up a few disquieted hours, and laying eyes on the state of his former friend is…well, it puts those previous anxieties to shame. There is so much more to worry of here than SMILES.
“Silvius-“ (His first instinct is to kneel before him, gently take his hand. His secondary instinct is to scowl in the presence of weakness. He settles for the middle ground and gently takes hold of blanket covered shoulders.) “Come on.” First, get him out of the public eye. Get them to safety.
