She wasn't quite sure if he was relieved or furious by the expression he was giving her. Paris quirked a brow, trying to sense something in him, trying to find that key emotion or that singular thought that jostled through Lucius' brain. However, these musings were soon interrupted by a question. Paris was somewhat startled by this, she hadn't expected Lucius to ask her much of anything. Rather, she'd expected a perspective on the situation and then with dissapointment in his eyes, embark upon the task of telling her why he'd shown up in the first place.

"Does he know?"

Paris choked back tears. How did she explain this to Lucius? How did she explain that Justin should have known, only when he had found out he'd done everything within his power to make sure the baby wasn't born? How did she explain that....that even as close as Lucius had been to her all this time, she had still left these details out when explaining what had happened to her? Paris didn't bother to explain any of this, however, as she was beginning to feel an overwhelming sense of depression rise within her. She merely shook her head from side to side, indicating that no, Justin did not know. "He can't know." Paris added quietly after awhile but did not go on to explain why this was.

"Did it happen before...Or did you go back to him?"

Her blue eyes widened a little at this. She needn't ask what he meant by "before". He meant "before the fight", both most likely. Not only had Justin beat Paris until she was barely able to make it back to her dormitories and had sustained several physical not to mention emotional injuries, Lucius had risen to the occasion to stand up for her, nearly killing Justin. It would have been a treachery not only to herself but to Lucius to have found a place in Justin's bed after those events.

"No, Lucius, of course not!" Paris said in disbelief that he even thought that. Her unwillingness to explain before changed in an instant as she nearly tripped over her words to prove she hadn't betrayed her friend. "It happened before, ...that's why he....he...." Paris sputtered attempting to hold back tears at the memories, "That's why he did it in the first place. He didn't want a baby...he didn't want me. I'm sure he thinks I lost Madyson in our struggle....I thought that too," Paris said her blue eyes glossy with tears. Her eyes wondered to the nursery room door where she could hear the gentle cries of her daughter beginning to wane with tiredness, "That's why he can't know about her...I don't know what he would do, and I'm afraid."

For someone who had seen death as much as she had lately, and caused it as equally so....she still seemed terrified by the ways Justin Haddock had enabled himself to hurt her. Paris wiped her eyes and shook her head, "Merlin, I'm a mess," she sniffled, "I'm sure this isn't what you came for." Paris added disdainfully.


i'll be sure to stay wary of you
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn