it takes an ocean not to break

Lucas watched her coolly as she stepped up to him, hefting her scavenged goods onto her shoulder and looking every bit the gorgeous rogue. Granted, he was beginning to get the impression that she could look like a gorgeous anything, and it was more than a touch supernatural. But he was too busy enjoying it to question it too much, even with - especially with her sudden outburst of venom and haughtiness and pride. Lucas's green eyes almost lit up with it, the Ascended stepping by her and purposely brushing just a touch too close. "I hope for your sake, then, that Bastien does not find himself in a state where he does not realise a lot of things," he purred. "The same monster lives in the both of us, remember. He is as capable as I am, just not as willing." With a musical laugh, he began to meander out of the ruins, though her final words gave him pause. He smirked over his shoulder. "My dear girl, if I had wanted to kill you, you'd be quite dead." Given that she had just walked with him in the darkness, blind and underground, that only rang more true. "Have a good evening, Rexanna." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk