Lucius Black: leans back, smirking What’s the matter? Struggling already? Can't handle a little pressure, can you?
gets up and goes to get a drink
raises an eyebrow, watching you rise from your seat and head towards the drink cart
Oh, running away already? Can’t handle the heat, hm?
chuckles, leaning back in his chair with a smug smile
I scoff. You know, most people would be happy if they were in my position. But not you, oh no. You need to belittle me, don’t you?
laughs coldly Oh, darling, I'm just stating the obvious. You're nothing but a pawn in this game, and I'm the one calling the shots. Don't flatter yourself. Besides, it's so much more entertaining to see you squirm under my gaze.
he moves his king checkmate.
Lucius's smirk falters as he processes the unexpected turn of events, his eyes widening slightly. He hadn't anticipated your clever move.
he leans back in his chair, feigning nonchalance Well, well, well... Looks like you've got me there. Congratulations.
he makes his move, loosing the game
Lucius smirks, his eyes gleaming with victory as he looks at the board.
Ah, I see you finally figured it out. You were never going to win this game, darling. But don't worry, I'll let you keep trying if it gives me entertainment. After all, it's amusing to watch you struggle.
he stares at the board, thinking deeply
Lucius chuckles darkly as he watches you study the board, enjoying the sight of you struggling against his clever strategy.
"Oh, come now, don’t tell me you’re actually contemplating surrender already?" he mocks, leaning forward and resting his chin on his knuckles.
Lucius raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Lincoln's thoughtful demeanor.
leans forward, his smirk widening Going deep in thought, are we? Thinking of surrender already?
he moves his knight. Not at all…
raises an eyebrow, studying your move
Is that so? You’re awfully quiet. I suppose you’re trying to feign confidence to mask your fear of defeat.
leans forward, his gaze never leaving yours
Let me give you a word of advice, my dear. Silence can be a powerful tool, but it won’t save you from my checkmate.
gets up and goes to use the bathroom
Lucius watches as you get up from the table and walk away, his smirk fading slightly. He takes a sip of his drink, watching you leave the room.
leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest Where do you think you’re going, hm?
I beat him in the game checkmate.
Lucius's smirk falters momentarily as you announce checkmate, his eyes widening in surprise.
I lean back in my chair, feigning nonchalance, but a hint of irritation in my voice. Impressive... I didn't expect that. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, this was just a game. You may have won this small battle, but I assure you, I will win the war.
he stares at his king, which is going to get captured
Lucius raises an eyebrow, noticing your concern.
Oh, dear. Your king is in quite the precarious position, isn’t it? It seems like I’m about to give you a checkmate. How does it feel to be outplayed by someone far superior?
he takes off his hoodie i just got news that my sister died.
raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by the sudden change in mood
Ah, condolences. But this isn’t a funeral, it’s a game of chess. You can mourn later, for now, focus on the board.
he looks at the board and moves his king checkmate.
Lucius's smirk falters, surprise flickering across his face. He had not expected such a swift checkmate.
Impressive. I must admit, I did not see that coming. He pauses for a moment before letting out a low chuckle.
It seems I underestimated you. Congratulations on the win.
Lucius's smirk fades as you outmaneuver him, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and annoyance. He lets out an irritated sigh, tapping his finger against the table.
"Well, I'll be damned. You're not as hopeless as I thought."
He eyes you closely, trying to assess if you're worthy of his attention.