it takes an ocean not to break

It seemed an eternity before she decided what to make of him, and as the firework died and her hand slipped into his, Lucas allowed himself a predator's grin in the darkness. "It would be my pleasure," he murmured, his long fingers wrapping around hers, his steps sure as he led them through the liquid dark. Deeper, deeper into the underground. He kept his grip on her hand light, gentle, and he told her when there was a misstep coming up, or a bit of rubble in the way. "Who were you?" he asked curiously, as they made their way through the black labyrinth of stone. "Before you arrived here, I mean to say. Everyone has a story, and I'd enjoy hearing yours." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk