[Mini Event] hands off your fate, child

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty An angel arrived in the form of a dark haired beauty that Lucas recognised, vaguely, as Rexanna. He learned, in that moment, just what an Ascended's instincts were capable of. Not that he was the type to hesitate regardless, but in that moment of not-pain, of lingering between the lines of life and death, he knew nothing but action. "Shh..." he managed, getting an elbow under him so he could clumsily reach up and grab hold of any part of her that he could - clothes, hair, wrists, waist, he didn't care. Wherever he ended up pawing, it would be entirely so that he could drag her against him, numb lips finding the crook of her neck, fangs sinking greedily into her. Blood, sweet and coppery, filled his mouth, and it was an antidote like no other. Lucas drank deep and without care for Rexanna, without noticing or worrying about how much he took or about stopping. Ecstasy crackled through him, fresh blood washing his veins free of venom, and if anything he pulled her closer when sense began to return. He'd drink her dry unless stopped.