Seulement Pour Toi • Private, Job [Lucius]

Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
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Though slightly breezy due to the starting of the autumn season, he wasn't to bothered by the cold, plus he wore a lot of clothes. A hoodie with the hood pulled up atop a cap, under those was sunglasses, and lastly some baggy sweatpants tucked into some lace up combat boots. All the articles of clothing colored black of course, to be expected of the young adult. The darkest color was all he ever wore, figuring it suited him rather well. Though his usual attire didn't help him not gather up the attention of passersby, worried murmuring and nervous glances. Though he tried to ignore them, keeping his blue/green gaze glued to the ground in front of himself, but still able to see the Golden Phoenix Ace in his peripheral vision. She looked chipper as always, very happy because of the major sales that was happening. Of course, he wasn't one to like shopping, another thing that was completely opposite about the siblings. Considering she loved it, or at least seemed to. Her crimson optics never stayed on something to long, to many things to see. It was hard to prevent himself from smirking, even though all the torture they have both been through, and the work that she was now flooded with being an Ace, she still kept up a good attitude. Which made the miserable teen slightly happier, knowing that even though he is down in the dumps constantly and is at the brink of a mental breakdown, at least she is happy.
Like I said, the cold wasn't really bothering him, but there was something else. Which you can probably guess what even if I don't say, if you know him of course. Sunlight, it hurt his eyes and lately it seemed to be burning his skin more then it used to. And not in a natural way, Lucius guessed that it was a side-affect of his magic. Making him a being of darkness the more and more he uses it, and making him weaker to light. It was rather annoying, but so far, he has dealt with it. He wouldn't be to surprised if his eyes became totally intolerant to the light soon, because even with his hat and sunglasses, plus looking away and sticking to the shadows, his eyes still hurt. Also wouldn't be surprised if he became sort of allergic to the light, it would be his luck that it happens at the same time.
Taking his mind off of the things that might or might not happen, he looked around more, crowds. Maybe he should've kept himself trapped in his own mind, it was much better then this. Even in his crazy brain. Hordes of people as far as he could see, which, with his contact lenses was actually pretty far. Trying to swallow down his nausea, he wiped his sweaty palms on his sweat shirt. Though being extremely tall and rather heavy because of it, he was still being pushed around a lot. It was stressful, uncomfortable, and of course he hated to admit it, sort of scary. He was never one to like crowds that much, and could never deal with being in them. Many voices in his head told him to get the hell out, the other half told him to kill everybody in the crowd, then it would be quiet. But he managed not to do either of this, instead he just gripped his sister's small hand, and tried to tune out the other noises and listen to only her. Though even for the boy, who was rather good at ignoring people and things, it was difficult. He just barely heard her question over the sound of all the people of which surrounded him. Trying to ignore the nauseous feeling that he felt in his stomach and throat, he spoke, which was very annoying to do when it felt like you were going to puke. Resisting to urge to ask her to leave, he suggested a store, which was surprisingly not food. Though considering he felt like he was going to lose his previous meals, maybe it wasn't so surprising.
"How about in there?" he pointed towards a clothing and shoe store. Selling both male and female clothing, though he highly doubted he would find something his size, he might as well try. Maybe the crowd wouldn't be as bad in there. Not really hearing what she said, he let himself be pulled into the store he suggested. Though they were barely in there for a minute when a couple of security guards noticed them. Which wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't so bad. From other people's point of view, it probably looked a little suspicious, or a lot suspicious. A young woman, who knew what they thought her age was, escorted by an almost seven foot man dressed in all black along with somethings covering his face. Doesn't look shady at all (that is sarcasm if you can't tell). The two guards made their way through the slightly smaller crowd, and got the attention of the two young adults. "Excuse me sir we're going to have to ask you a few questions" one said, while the other asked if Astrid was okay and if she wanted to be with this man. Or was she being abducted or whatever, even if she said no, it wouldn't be likely that they would listen. Though it couldn't really be seen, the boy's eye started twitching slightly, and he gritted his teeth. Couldn't he go anywhere without getting asked whether not he was doing something shady. Though to be completely honest, he probably would be doing something bad. I mean he is an assassin after all, with no care for people's lives and well being. But still, it was annoying.

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