Many titles could be bestowed upon him, but Lincoln undoubtedly prefers that of Lucy's lover.
Oh, of course, the whole world wouldn't hesitate to devour him and his sister if the truth ever came out. But their love has long since overcome fear; now passion and happiness are the only words that can sum up his life since his very first kiss with Lucy.
However, things were not always smooth sailing, as today was a day to be marked with a black stone.
Their very first argument.
The two gazes were fixed on each other, except that love had left, giving way to irritation directed straight at the loved one.
Luan stood awkwardly between the two, eating her pudding, but with no real idea why the two brother and sister, usually so sweet together, now seemed ready to declare war for a verbal victory.
"You must change your mind," Lucy said suddenly with a dangerous tone in her voice, making the family comedian swallow hard, who felt his body tremble when a growl came from his right.
"Why should I? After all, I'm right," he replied, crossing his arms.
"Allow me to contradict you!"
"I'll allow you to change your mind! Besides, I know you can be mature and reasonable."
This time, Lucy inhaled slowly to calm the irritation pulsing through her body. Then, slowly, she turned her head towards Luan as if to check something before returning to her lover.
"Lincoln, don't make me prove you wrong. Your ego won't survive it."
"I invite you to try, my dear," he said, narrowing his eyes.
Luan would have liked to flee, but unfortunately, her curiosity got the better of her. She wasn't really aware of the reason for their argument, as neither of them had spoken since Lucy burst into the house, her face clearly showing her anger. The real surprise was discovering that Lincoln seemed just as angry as she was, and especially that the two of them were displaying signs of hostility. Something that hadn't happened in a very long time.
Her chance was also short-lived because, in a mechanical gesture, two fixed gazes turned towards her, as if she had the power to end the secret conflict between the two lovers.
"Lion." "Lion."
After exchanging glances, Lincoln made a vague hand gesture that Lucy seemed to understand, as she spoke without hesitation.
"You need to answer a question."
Given how much they usually adore each other, Luan has no doubt that the question they're about to ask her is likely to be complicated and, above all, very delicate. If she answers the wrong question, the two of them risk remaining angry with each other.
The hounds of war are eager to be unleashed, the trumpets of Judgment Day are ready to sound, even the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are preparing to gallop. Never in her life has Luan felt so nervous, and especially so devoid of any humor, as she prepares to face the coming war.
Once again, they spoke together.
"What's the best name for a kitten? Merlin or Morgana?"
An angel passes by, then a demon lassos him and runs away with him.
"Are you kidding me?!"