Fuck you very much

lucas please allow me to introduce myself An angel. That was what Lucas assumed, at least, from his place sitting upon one of the ruined walls of the Sanctuary. The Ascended was still utterly overwhelmed from his encounter with the Voice, and he blamed his somewhat fanciful assumptions on that very fact. The Spark Bird burned from afar, allowing him to enjoy its warmth without getting too close, the collar of his coat turned up against the light (as if it would do anything). But then he saw her - another of the girls from the Masquerade, it looked like, with wings of fire and the devil in her eyes. And in other parts of her too, if he had his way. "Don't tell me you're taking all that spark home without saving any for me?" He purred, a fanged grin on his face that he couldn't hope to wipe off.