[ her expression melts into a much more familiar tease, a casual flirting that lucanis has grown accustomed to, with neve. the idea makes him laugh, a little, and he soon joins her to sit next to her, tossing her an amused look. ]
I do not think I would make a very good lifeguard.
[ he knows what she means, but his job isn't necessarily to save people. though drowning isn't exactly his preferred method. too brutal, and messy. painful, even. he was a killer, not a monster. mostly. he mulls over that for a moment, his eyes flickering to the corner of the room where spite is lingering, entertaining itself by peering out the window toward the canal. a latent insecurity gnaws at the back of his mind, wondering whether or not embarking down this path was necessarily fair to the woman sitting next to him. after all, the demon was not going to go away. and honestly, lucanis was not entirely sure he wanted it to go. ]
I was worried, when the dust settled here. That the worst had happened to you.
[ he said finally, resting his hands on the bed, palms pressed to the smooth comforter simply begging to be curled up in. neve does have a point; the bed sounds far more appealing than the bath, at the moment. lucanis considers adding that rook was worried sick, but he chooses not to; rook earning neve's forgiveness was something he needed to do on his own.
he hesitates for a beat, but he had said he would talk about it when they got to the room. but she was tired, and it didn't seem fair to suddenly dump all of his confused, tangled emotions on her lap right after she lost her entire city. so he settles on a simple truth: ]
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Date: 2025-02-06 12:32 am (UTC)I do not think I would make a very good lifeguard.
[ he knows what she means, but his job isn't necessarily to save people. though drowning isn't exactly his preferred method. too brutal, and messy. painful, even. he was a killer, not a monster. mostly. he mulls over that for a moment, his eyes flickering to the corner of the room where spite is lingering, entertaining itself by peering out the window toward the canal. a latent insecurity gnaws at the back of his mind, wondering whether or not embarking down this path was necessarily fair to the woman sitting next to him. after all, the demon was not going to go away. and honestly, lucanis was not entirely sure he wanted it to go. ]
I was worried, when the dust settled here. That the worst had happened to you.
[ he said finally, resting his hands on the bed, palms pressed to the smooth comforter simply begging to be curled up in. neve does have a point; the bed sounds far more appealing than the bath, at the moment. lucanis considers adding that rook was worried sick, but he chooses not to; rook earning neve's forgiveness was something he needed to do on his own.
he hesitates for a beat, but he had said he would talk about it when they got to the room. but she was tired, and it didn't seem fair to suddenly dump all of his confused, tangled emotions on her lap right after she lost her entire city. so he settles on a simple truth: ]
You mean a great deal to me.