hold me tight or dont ;

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty He could feel his body rushing to repair the impossible damage, could feel his reserves draining rapidly in response to the internal cry of alarm, but even so he couldn't take his eyes off Rexanna. Like an avenging angel, like some dark star descended upon him, had he been able to feel the pain in his chest he surely would have relished it as a gift. As it was, her lips upon his cheek and the command that rang through the air would have to do. Shrugging out of the remnants of his shirt, the burns were a stark butterfly on his chest, a brand that he could simultaneously loathe and appreciate. "But of course," he said softly, rising to his feet as he was released; it was strange, to be aware of the extent of his injuries, but not have to walk as if to accommodate them. "Until next time, Rexanna. You know where to find me." Feeling (dare he say it) impressed rather than livid, the devil went on his merry way out into the cold night. ~FIN