closed starter for @blademasterdior location: avalon note: fuckboi emoji
Responsibilities were a nightmare. It was something the two of them had in common. Neither of them seemed to want any part of the life that was thrust upon them given their status as nobles. Yet here they both were, called back to Avalon because of the eluvian. It would've been easier for them to just say 'fuck it' and stay back in Lysara. It would've been much more appealing than Lucanis having to stand guard at home, that was for damn sure. At least there were two people he could stand to be around while he was here. No offense to his mothers, but he just did not want to hear their speeches about how he could come back now and never go back to Lysara. He would much rather be here with a drink in hand talking to someone who actually understood. Well, actually, he would have much rather preferred being around the prince, but he'd worry about that at a later date. "When can we leave this damn place?" It was a rhetorical question as he handed the bottle over to Dior. "I'm starting to get restless."
