Children of the Revolution

"If he isn't willing, I can be terribly persuasive. If you'd like, that is." Lucas grinned up at Wessex as she leapt for the first branch, waiting for her to heft herself up and into the tree before following. Even without claws the going was fairly easy - in the darkness he was more agile than in daylight, and Wessex kindly left claw marks against the branches she had used for leverage. In no time at all, Lucas had found a perch near to her own, bathed in moonlight and arching an eyebrow as he waited for her next move. Then of course, he realised there wasn't really a next move, given how high up they were. Not that they could see much, yet. "Here," he offered, angling himself against the moon so the light cast three wicked shadows upon the treetops around them. With a small effort of will, the shadows began to peel the weaker branches back, hopefully enough to give his companion a decent view out. "How is that?" LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk