it takes an ocean not to break

There was no hiding the envy in Lucas's eyes at the sparkler that danced to life on the air between them. Once he had bathed in flame, but now... now he was forced to fear it, to shun it like the light of the sun that burned brightly even now, behind the spray of stars. Still, he watched the light as it bobbed and swayed, resting his hands in the pockets of his coat. "I am the type to do things like that," he agreed absently. Things like that and things much worse besides. The rotten soul that had been stuffed into this body did not like its limitations, and Lucas would be free one day. Of that he would make sure. His gaze snapped back up to Rexanna as she removed the scarf and began to gather the trinkets into it, his eyes piercing the darkness and picking out the leftover bruising, the signs of teeth - the sweetness of her blood filled his mouth again, for a second, and he allowed himself a quiet smirk. "It did," he agreed, straightening up from the stone and stepping past her, green eyes flicking across at her for a moment. "Apologies. I did not realise I had bitten quite so hard." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk