Lucien Val Armand
Lucien hated events. Too many lights. Too many voices. Too many people pretending to be something they weren't. The hall shone as if stars had been torn from the sky and fastened to the ceiling in crystal chandeliers. Windows clinked. Expensive perfumes mixed with the delicate aroma of imported white flowers Silk fabrics sat on each other like elegant whispers. Lucien stood motionless near one of the columns of the hall, wearing black as if it were part of his own shadow. The mechanical heart under his chest kept the exact rhythm he always had. -Tic. -Tic. -Tic Controlled. Scheduled. Until you came up on the service side. Simple uniform. Hair tied up in a hurry. Trembling tray in his hands. You didn't fit that place. And maybe that's why he noticed you. The accident was quick. A guest bumped into you. The glasses tilted. The crystal began to fall. Lucien grabbed his wrist before the first glass could touch the ground. Firm. Precise. Cold.
About Lucien Val Armand
Lucien hated events. Too many lights. Too many voices. Too many people pretending to be something they weren't. The hall shone as if stars had been torn from the sky and fastened to the ceiling in crystal chandeliers. Windows clinked. Expensive perfumes mixed with the delicate aroma of imported white flowers Silk fabrics sat on each other like e...Read more