Bumblebees and Pollenation

"That happens a lot, too. You just have to look for the little things he does. If it's a more quiet, reserved guy, it's probably because he's afraid of making a mistake. He'll be the one that is thoughtful, taking you're feelings into consideration. Perhaps he is afraid of hurting you as well as himself? A more spontaneous one would be way easier to read. All guys show it differently, so pay attention. Who's the lucky guy, though?" Lucien hoped he wasn't being intrusive. Probably didn't know the guy, anyways. That wouldn't be a surprise.

"Umm.... It's Armageddon." She looked away not wanting to see his reaction.

Armageddon? Did he know him? Lucien thought for a moment. If he had met him, it wasn't ring-ding-dinging any bells. "I don't think I know who that kid is." Lucien scratched his head, trying to remember. Nope. No one named Armageddon. She should consider herself lucky. If he would've known who that was, he would've went and started teasing her about it. Good thing he was clueless.

Alea caught herself sighing in relief. "Oh. Ok then. I mean, I guess he's not that famous." Alea thought the whole moment was akward.

"I'm famous. You've just never heard of me 'til now." Lucien grinned. It depended on who you asked. Some knew him in person, some knew him by rumor, some wanted to kill him. So far he figured that the majority wanted to kill him. Perhaps that was only because he was the human heir, but... the boy grinned. He was happy, overall, until something came along to ruin that happiness and crush him like a bug.

Alea's eybrows raised amuzed. "Oh really? I had no idea. So, what makes you famous?" Alea douted he was really famous.

"I'm a prince. I'm wanted by everyone. People have me written on, circled, and underlined on their hit lists." Lucien was telling the truth, even though he knew she probably wouldn't believe it. Ronan wasn't a prince, he was a fake. Lucien was a prince, and he was real. The man smiled to himself and stared at the sky.

"I see... So then, why did you lie about you're name? I mean, you lied about it, didn't you? That name isn't a type of name roalty would have." Alea paused for a seacond. "So, what's you're real name?"

"Your smarter than you look." Lucien raised an eyebrow. What was in a name? Someone's identity. Their heritage, lineage. Their blood. "Fine. My name is Lucien. Lucien Marcus Armazoma. Don't run away because of that, though. I'm nothing like my grandfather." The boy brushed his hair out of her face and shook his black hair. This was a bunch of crap.

Alea cocked her head to the side. "Why would I run away because of your grandfather? Did he do something bad? What was he like?" A load of questions poped up in her mind. Was she sitting next to a murderer?

"You must've been one of the sheltered ones, then. When the humans wre still in charge, my grandfather was king. He tortured people. If you didn't know that then...." Lucien sat up and looked around. He pulled his hair back into a bun and then looked around. This was too boring and peaceful. What was he going to do with his too long life? UGH! The stupid question he could come up with.

"Oh. Well that would explain it. I'm a former slave. I just escaped about a yeay ago. Back then, I had no idea about the outside world. I had a pretty sad life."

Lucien shook his head. A former slave. Niiiice. "You think you had a sad life. Try living in solitude for a hundred years and not talking to everyone, killing to get what you wanted. I didn't talk to anyone, I didn't take any mercy upon anyone. I was ashamed of my sex slave grandmother and my good for nothing grandfather, my weird mind, and everything else. I was a freak, and I still am. Although I do feel kind of bad for you being a slave." Lucien spat out the words, knowing that he probably shouldn't be sharing this with a stanger.

"Wow. I'm sorry. I didn't know you had such a rough life. That stinks." Alea couldn't think of anything else to say to the poor man.

"A lot of things in life stink. Which is why someone thought of something brilliant. Grin and bear it." that was hard to do. Stay positive during hardships. It was hard, horrid. Impossible. Lucien shook his head. He really needed to think of better things to do and say, things that wouldn't get him all riled up like that.

Alea shrugged. "Yea, I guess. But it's hard.... How did we even get on this subject again?"