( ooc: i knew as soon as i read this prompt that he would do this... smh )

( first off: lycas hadn’t been at the auction because he’d wanted to be the first time. assumedly he’s already undergone the whole process, the whole rustin’ song and dance of it, and it’d been terrible. for a guy who hates most casual social attention when not properly steeled for it, he’d absolutely withered under the spotlight while being auctioned off—unfortunately for him, something about that had come off as endearing, and he had, in fact, already been sold and went through all the ramifications of all of that. it’s more than enough reason for him to avoid the casino, but something about being a wildcard makes it difficult to get the hell away—it always seems like there’s a cloud of attendants, sycophants, and devotees ready to crowd him, crowing about this thing that he absolutely must see, or that even that simply can’t be missed… and they’re still auctioning off the newcomers, so. he ended up back there, unhappily sat in a chair with his chin resting on a clenched fist, just waiting for the whole thing to end.

he would have done nothing and simply made his swift exit once it was all over, if not for seeing the young woman. upon seeing her, he frowns. and once the bidding starts, as his green eyes lazily move around the room to identify the sources, he makes perhaps a foolish snap decisions. he enters the bidding, and he does so aggressively, spending a significant amount of chips that he has no real frame of reference for. it’s probably a lot of money. whatever. he’d already decided to take this road, so now he’s gotta drive it.

when kiritsubo finds the man who’d bought her, he’s glaring daggers at the person behind the counter who’s giving him a little too knowing of a smile. fuck off. there’s a piece of this dour malevolence still persisting in his gaze and his expression when he turns to face her which he regrets immediately upon seeing her, taking note of the wide eyes and fragile nervousness. though his jaw clenches, his eyes soften a bit. ) Alright. Come on, ( he says brusquely before turning over his shoulder and striding away, ears sharp for the sound of following footsteps.

this resort is almost overbearingly conscientious about providing their guests ample semi-private spaces to do what they’re there to do. that false mountaintop temple thing they’d woken up in is a ways away, but that’s not a problem when there are rooms set up off to the side which employees are more than happy to escort them to. as the door is shut behind them, lycas is already settling down into a chair with a deep sigh. he kneads his temple. )

You don’t have to be all nervous. I’m not gonna lay a hand on you. ( his lips press into a frown. maybe he’s being a jackass in all of this. maybe she’d wanted someone to? hell, he’d slept with people inappropriately older than him when he’d been younger, but those had been his own dumbass decisions to make. but that’s just it—the whole thing about the auction is it’s not really her choice, is it? ) I’m not gonna force you to do anything, neither. We’ll just stay in here for a while, and then you can go on your way. ( these marks on their skin—they have a weird effect, with the auction. he’d been given some commands he’d felt compelled to follow through with.

his eyes flick to her, gauging her reaction. the wings don’t surprise him as much as they might others—there’s all sorts of folks in his world, and lycas himself can grow his own wings, if he wants to. they’re just rustin’ inconvenient when you’re couped up inside like this. anyways. he raises one eyebrow. ) How’s that sound?