Sweet Escape {Oh, Lucien!}

[Queen Fixatia]

...I could be your favorite girl forever.

The day was a rather pleasant one. There were many people out and about, enjoying the nice weather. The heat had cooled off a bit to a more comfortable temperature. There was a light breeze blowing through the town that was also adding to the cool effect. There was also no sign of rain. No cloud in the sky, just bright sunshine.

This was the type of weather that Fixatia could truly enjoy. If it was too hot, she would sweat, and no one liked someone who sweats and smells. If it was too cold, she would have actually had to bundle up which was just icky. If it was raining, well for starters she would not be caught out in the rain, but if it was raining her clothes would have gotten ruined. The queen had to keep herself beautiful.

The queen of the succubi was dressed to impress, like usual. She wore a light pink dress that went down to thighs. The skirts of the dress were covered in pink ribbon and bows. The top of the dress was fashioned to hug her frame closely and had puffy sleeves that just covered her shoulders. Upon her legs were white stockings with little white roses on the top outer side of each stocking. Her shoes were a light pink, matching her dress. Upon her hands were white laced gloves with a white rose on each where the gloves met her wrists. Her hair was done up with pink and white feathers.

Fixatia held a pink lacey umbrella to block some of the sun from her face. She had to protect her makeup. Speaking of which…

The queen snapped her fingers and one of her servants popped up out of nowhere. The servant stepped forward, holding up a mirror for Fixatia to look at. Leaning forward, the queen examined her makeup for a moment before leaning back. The servant disappeared once more.

Fixatia continued walking down the street. She could feel the eyes of young men turning to look at her. She sent them glances that made their knees tremble and their hearts stop. The queen enjoyed looking as innocent as possible. That was what lured the overly romantic boys to her. They could not get enough of her charm and of her innocence.

The queen made her way down the street, pausing as she reached a flower garden of white roses. She smiled to herself as she leaned over to examine the blooming flowers with a gentle touch.

[Lucien]

"What do you think you are doing, Fixatia?" the neutral voice of the king of the Incubi came in, his stance unhappy and disproving of her actions as he crossed his arms over his chest. He had overheard some of his Incubi talking about her being in the region, conveniently at the same time he was and everyone knew it was her merely trying to get him to sleep with her.

Which was never going to happen.

Lucien held a strong dislike for the girl, seeing as she was several thousand years younger than he was and acted much like a spoiled brat, like she was prone to do. It was her who loved to tell anyone who would listen they were married and Lucien had had enough of trying to combat the rumors. The Courts knew and that was that. If he was asked he would deny it and that was the way people knew she was lying. But it didn't matter, she usually threw a temper tantrum, shortening everyone's patience with her.

[Queen Fixatia]

...And you took me by surprise.

Fixatia turned to Lucien as if completely surprised by his sudden appearance at her side. Her hand moved over her mouth in a gesture of pleasant surprise as a smile drifted over her lips.

“Oh, my dear Lucien, I didn’t expect to see you here in Temarra,” she said as her eyes floated over the king’s features. “It is quite the pleasant surprise, if I do say so myself. Of course, I am always hoping to run into you, darlin’.”

The succubus took off her glove from her right hand, licking her thumb and quickly leaning up on tip toe and rubbing off a spot on the side of Lucien’s mouth. “You had a spot, deary. You need to be keeping yourself clean and handsome. There is no reason for a king like yourself to get dirty.”

Fixatia leveled herself once more, slipping her glove back on her hand. “There we go. That looks much better. But is there anything I could help you with, doll?”

[Lucien]

"Don't touch me," he ground out, wiping at the spot where she had touched him, eyes flashing in warning that he was not going to tolerate her games. "Get out of here, brat. It is not even nightfall and you are already here, causing trouble. Do not come near me again," he said as he turned on a heel, intent on walking away but knowing it was not going to be so simple; it never was with her.

He ran a hand through his hair as long strides were meant to take him away from her and back to his own people.

[Queen Fixatia]

...She’s a man eater.

Fixatia quickly went after Lucien, taking his arm gently with hers. “Oh, love, why do you run from me so? Now, it has been quite a while since we have seen each other. You should want to stick around and talk to me like I want to talk to you. When was the last time we talked…? It’s been so long I cannot remember.”

The queen was going to talk to the king if he liked it or not. She wanted to spend time with him, so she would no matter what. Even if he tried to just disappear on her. She would follow him no matter where he would try to go.

“You know you enjoy spending time with me. Why do you try to run away? Playing hard to get, aren’t you? That’s what me and my girls have finally decided. You are such a tease, Lucien.” Fixatia gave a cute little laugh and a slight wave of her hand.

[Lucien]

Lucien violently took his arm back, giving the tiny girl a shove and a sneer, unable to keep the disgust off his face any longer. "Go fuck with your little boys, little girl," he said, having no more patience for her and her temperaments, especially now that he was trying to leave so he could go visit the necromancer.

But she did not need to know that or he would strangle Fixatia with his own hands. She did not need to be reminded that he was much stronger than she was and if it came down to it he would kill her with no hesitation and not feel a thing except relief that she was finally dead.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Promiscuous boy, you’re teasing me.

Fixatia quickly bounced back as if nothing had happened at all. She brushed off her skirts as if she had gotten them dirty, which she really hadn’t. Never hurts to be careful.

“Language, Lucien,” the queen said with a smile as she looked up to the incubus. “And I have bigger game on my mind then little human boys. I was going to see if you wanted to go for a round, dearest Lucien. Now, I know it’s midday, but I don’t think that should really matter much.”

She stepped in front of the incubus and faced him head on. She set her free hand on her hip, elbow popped out to her side. “You cannot avoid me forever, darling’.”

[Lucien]

"I can kill you," he said plainly as he walked around her, tired of her attitude and just tired of her existence. "And I would not touch you, even if it meant my death," he said, making his feelings for her plain. "Either case would get me rid of you for good," he said.

Lucien was not in a good mood, mostly because he had to feed and finding out that she was here was enough to kill any desires he had for a good long time. And now was not a good time, he had promised the necromancer he would spend the whole night with her.

[Queen Fixatia]

...I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.

The succubus quickly followed after the incubus, keeping in step with him after a few paces. She was quite a persistent creature. If she wanted something, she would have it no matter what. She wanted Lucien, so she would find a way to have him, despite how much he ran from her and threatened her.

“You seem to be quite in a rush today,” she noted, twirling her umbrella a bit between her hands. “And you are quite moodier than usually. I think I have counted more death threats from you than what you usually give me. Hmm, I wonder why that is.”

Fixatia eyed Lucien for a moment with narrowed eyes. “I heard from some of my girls who heard from some of your incubi that you were off messing around with some girl. What is up with that, Lucien?”

[Lucien]

"My nature," he said. "Just as yours is to go after boys. Now run along and pester someone who is your age, not your elders, bitch," he said, a saccharine smile plastered over his lips as he hit the streets, the unhappy aura radiating off him for anyone in the town to pick up on.

Some muttered about an 'unhappy marriage' and were quickly silenced by the uncharacteristically harsh glare from the King who walked quickly, not caring if the pink thing was keeping up or not. It was an unhappy situation for him all around and it sucked.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Kick him when he’s down.

Fixatia quickly went after Lucien. She was rather fast on her feet, despite the clothing she wore, and she was right back in pace with the king after a few quick steps. The queen did not mind the harshness of the king. She was rather use to his attitude toward her, and she simply overlooked it.

“It is one girl, not many,” she stated, looking to the incubus. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “A necromancer I’ve heard. I know it’s more than feeding. Going outside of your way to stay with her, too. Why is that, Lucien? Deciding to go outside of your species to mate? Or is she just some whore?”

[Lucien]

"You are the whore here. Do not try my patience, Fixatia, I have none for children this day," he said, his last warning before he became violent to her. It was a small wonder that she hadn't already triggered it and he had fled to his realm, the one place she could not follow. As things were, he was attached to the necromancer and did not care who knew it.

As long as they understood the consequences for getting in his way or threatening to harm the necromancer.

"And if I were to mate, it would be none of your business. If I wanted a true heir to groom and raise as my own, I would find someone suitable, which you are not. Leave."

[Queen Fixatia]

...Sappy, pathetic little me.

“I would suggest that you would stop seeing her,” Fixatria said, despite Lucien’s other words. “It is not smart to find a mate outside your species if you are the king. We don’t need any mutts reigning over the incubi. So, I would suggest not mating with her, deary Lucien.”

Fixtria did not like any half breeds. There were definitely the scum of the world, and they had no place in living. If Lucien would mate with the necromancer and have offspring, she would have to deal with such things. In her right mind, she could not allow such creatures ruling over the incubi.

[Lucien]

The backhanded slap would most definitely draw blood and knock her flat on her ass as he turned on her, eyes glowing. The brat would know she had pushed him too far and she should be afraid, very afraid.

"You do not speak unless you are spoken to in my Court," he roared, his voice far from gone. Indeed they were now among Incubi, it did not matter if she was Queen of the Succubi, it was Lucien's rule and his rule alone here.

Several of his advisers stood around him and they all stared at the so-called Queen with various levels of disapproval and disgust. "You are not Incubi, nor is this your place," he said, his voice dropping to a growl as he addressed her. "Do not go near her, or you will find your head being used as a piss pot for pirates," he said.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Don't tread on me.

Fixatia was sent to the ground, her umbrella flying out of her hand as she hit the floor. Blood rolled out of her mouth and dripped onto her clothes. She wiped it away with a gloved hand before really realizing that it was blood. Her eyes flashed red with anger as she realized that she had now ruined her clothing. The queen glared up at Lucien, red eyes glowing.

“How dare you,” she growled now, unable to stop her anger from erupting from her. “I have never caused you any harm. I have tried to help you on various occasions.” Her eyes drifted away from the king as she started to tremble in her fury.

“You will pay for your actions, Lucien,” she snapped.

Fixatia was not use to getting her way, which was obvious. She also was not use to bleeding and getting her clothes dirty. She drew the line there. This was not alright at all, and she would find a way to get her revenge on the king.

[Lucien]

"Just like you will pay for yours, whore queen," he said with a smile that was more a sneer and a promise of more violence. "You did not heed my warnings and instead pestered me, intent on having your own goddamn selfish way. Now leave us," he said with a wave of his hand before he turned his back on her.

Lucien was beyond pissed and it had taken all of the self control he had not to kill her then and there and his council was partially impressed he had managed to restrain himself and slightly worried what the Queen would do in retaliation.

[Queen Fixatia]

...The symphony of destruction.

Fixatia snarled in anger before slamming her fist upon the ground. The queen stood up in a huff before storming over to her umbrella and picking it up. It had torn when it had hit the ground.

“You pay, Lucien, I swear that you will,” she screamed, glaring at him. “If I cannot have you, she shall not have you either. I will not allow you to destroy this kingdom.”

She glared at the counsel as well, disgusted with all of them for allowing such activities with Lucien going to an necromancer, someone outside of their kind.

[Lucien]

"It is not yours to command," he said as they turned at one, regarding her as they would a child throwing a temper tantrum, which she was in a sense. Lucien had to have the last word before they disappeared. "Watch your tongue, whore, or it will be left to waggle on the streets with the other whores where it belongs. You are younger than I am and far weaker. Keep speaking if you truly wish to die, whore," he said coldly, eyes frozen over as he regarded her with a disgusted curl to his lips, his face mimicked by the council.

[Queen Fixatia]

...You’re a canary, I’m a coal mine.

Fixtria glared, her eyes deepening in their shade of red as her cheeks reddened with her anger. She tightened her grip around her umbrella, snapping it in two as she stood there and continued to death glare the incubus.

“She will die before I will ever, dear Lucien,” the queen growled under her breath, her eyes still flaming as they continued to gaze upon the king’s face. “I will not allow this disgusting relationship to continue. You have messed with me too long.”

Fixtria disappeared suddenly out of Lucien’s court.