And just like that, the man's demeanor completely changed. Geralt was clearly displeased by the rejection Lucien had given him. He had been witness to Geralt's look of displeasure a few times by now, and was able to recognize it quite clearly, even when his mind was clouded by all that he had drank. He hadn't expected Geralt to want to leave so abruptly, but he made no attempt to keep him here, only looking at him apologetically as the Magician made his way toward the edge of the roof. [color=burlywood]"Goodnight.."[/color] He said, though his voice lacked his usual spirit. He had no intentions of asking the man to stay with him, not after having rejected him in that manner. Geralt was a prideful man after all. He knew that more than anyone. A heavy sigh had escaped Lucien after the man had gone from sight. He leaned back against his chair once more, his hands moving to rub his eyes as if trying to clear a haze. [color=burlywood][i]What am I doing?[/i][/color] He thought to himself. For a moment he was tempted to clear his own mind.. but he had then decided against it. Maybe he was better off this way than sober. He had allowed himself to get carried away.. and in turn had gotten too comfortable. Lucien couldn’t deny that he had not felt this way in a long time… The nephilim had not had any traces of intimate contact since Faolan had disappeared. For a moment he had lost himself to the small comfort he had been given in a very long time.. but he knew it wasn’t right, nor was it fair of him to do. He was growing reckless again, back to how he was when he’d accidentally end up giving people the wrong idea with his overt politeness, something he had made sure to grow more careful of once he had started seeing Faolan… The way Geralt was also didn’t help his situation, but he couldn't blame him for that. It was also his responsibility. He shook his head, trying to clear away those thoughts. They would not help him here, not when he had been left to his own solitude once more. Perhaps.. this was simply how things were meant to be. With another dejected sigh, Lucien finished off the rest of his drink, before setting the glass down at the table and turning his gaze back on his sketchbook. His eyebrows furrowed, before he turned to the next blank page. He didn’t want to draw the wolf anymore… -- Meanwhile, Ivory sat at her desk, her window open as she stared up into the darkened night sky, lit up with stars. It wasn't a sight they got to see often... considering you got to see the most amount of stars in the desert. It was.. nice, aside from how bright and annoying the sun was during the day.. but it was at times like these where things felt.. peaceful, with the bright light of the full moon illuminating the sky. She let out a small sigh as she looked down at her sketchbook, and a few bunched up pieces of paper scattered around her desk. They were scrapped ideas she had found unsatisfying. None of the designs were satisfactory for something she'd want to go out of her way to make a mosaic out of on the roof of her trailer. The dhampir had never been the flashy type in her everyday life, and her clothing and outer trailer appearance reflected that... but she had been yearning for a larger project to work on to fill her free time.. and with the collection of rocks she had began to gather.. she thought.. why not make some art out of it? The best place for it, in her opinion, was the roof of her trailer, where not many could see it. Not unless they were up above anyway. Having decided to commit to it, she was attempting to preemptively draw a design, so she could know what other kind of rocks to look for. Perhaps she'd ask Aurel for some opinions, he had always been pretty good at abstract stuff. Setting her pencil down, her blue eyes drifted back up to look out her window, hoping to draw a bit of inspiration from the sky. It ended up reminding her of the vision Illyana had told her about. It had been a while so she had almost forgotten about it.. or at least.. threw it into the back. She still didn't understand what the stars could possibly mean, and Illyana hadn't mentioned anything either. Ivory shook her head, and closed her curtains, not wanting to begin thinking too much about that again. She rose from her desk and headed over to her bed. Perhaps she'd just hit this again at another time. -- Aurel sat on his bed, a few snakes curled about as he gave his window a worried glance. It was the full moon.. The man had almost gone to go see Lucien.. that was until he had noticed that Geralt up there with him. He was hesitant to go after that, mostly because he didn’t want his presence there to make Geralt wonder if there really was something going on. Then again if he was already up there… he wasn't sure what Lucien would tell him. The man let out a sigh, and decided to just stay in his trailer. Hopefully everything would be okay… this was the third full moon since Geralt had joined them, surely he had noticed some sort of pattern.. but he only hoped that Lucien wouldn't end up revealing too much to the man. He didn't want him end up thinking he could take advantage of his sadness to get to Lucien's heart. That was the last thing he wanted... [b]"Should we go lissten?"[/b] Bengal asked, clearly noting how worried he was. [color=#a7d3d4]"No.. I'm sure Lucien and Geralt would notice.. it's okay.. I'll just see how Lucien is doing tomorrow.."[/color] He muttered, before laying down on his bed. Hopefully everything would be alright.