For a moment, Lucian intends to decline, to say something about how he's far too old for such things. But then he thinks of a time, centuries ago, and of the child that could have been. Would he have built snowmen with that child? Lucian wonders.
These thoughts go through his head in the space of a moment, and Lucian nods, a fleeting but genuine smile appearing. "Very well," he says. "I didn't get your name. I'm Lucian."
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Date: 2013-02-26 04:39 pm (UTC)These thoughts go through his head in the space of a moment, and Lucian nods, a fleeting but genuine smile appearing. "Very well," he says. "I didn't get your name. I'm Lucian."