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Unfortunately for Cass, that sounded exactly like something that a dragon would say. Cass was also fairly certain that the man had no idea that what he’d said was something that the dragon from the book that Cass had lent to Edgar had said. Not exactly, but pretty fucking close.

Cass didn’t even know how to look at Lucian, he was having so many emotions flood his system. A lot of dread, if he was honest with himself, and a new one that made his heart itch, his eyelashes flutter, and breathing feel a little funny.

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Cass knew that this wasn’t something that he should bring up, and that it didn’t really matter considering everything alarming and romance novel coded that the man had just said, but Cass was a man. He’d always been a man, and there were just some things that he couldn’t leave alone.

"I’m not pretty." Cass told him quietly, but firmly. Lucian inhaled softly.

"Oh? But you are, Cassian. You’ve always been pretty." Lucian said. "You just hid it behind a scowl before. Now, after coming back from your ’vacation’, you scowl a lot less. Others are noticing it as well." Lucian told him and Cass felt more dread fill him.

So that was why Lord Blackburn scowled all the time, looking damn miserable. To hide the genes he’d gotten from his Mom. The ethereal fairy genes that didn’t really want to hide behind anything.

Cass reached up and touched the tip of his ear, feeling the slight point to it and grumbled. He wasn’t pretty. Caspian had never been pretty. He’d been normal. Average. Brown eyes, brown hair, glasses. He’d blend in as long as someone didn’t fuck with him. Cass had been trying really hard to ignore how eye catching Lord Blackburn was, but this really put it into perspective.

He wasn’t really hiding anything. But the less black might be helping slightly? Now was not the time to ask, and he didn’t think he’d get an honest answer from Lucian anyway.

"Maybe I should bring back the scowl." Cass muttered and Lucian huffed air out of nostrils. It was hot, warm, fanning him but it didn’t have a bite to it.