Devil Do

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty Lucas hadn't decided why he hated the Spark Bird yet, he just knew that he did. It was bright and serene and gorgeous in the sort of way that made him want to shove it off its perch and back into the night. He hadn't long returned from his thoroughly enjoyable jaunt through the Sanctuary with Edrei (the taste of her was still on his tongue and her blood warmed him in places he no longer thought he could feel warmth), but even that wasn't enough to keep his mood afloat. Hands buried in the deep pockets of his coat and his fair hair ruffling in the heated breeze, Lucas glanced sideways at an approaching figure, arching an eyebrow and tilting his head purposely up ever so slightly to have to meet the other man's eyes. "It's a bird, a fiery one," he said dryly and unhelpfully, though there was a lopsided smirk on his face. "Wildest night of your life, if you ended up here. From what I know, Sparky up there is supposed to be a legend, and it decided to grace us with its presence. As for where you are, I believe this particular section of the shithole is called the Sanctuary."