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Lucifer lies on a table; not quite hidden, wrapped in a handful of shadows but visible to anyone who cares to look that way.

One knee bent up, one arm hanging off the table edge. A shirt the colour of the best cabernet you’ve ever tasted. Sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

You probably can’t see his eyelids from where you are, but he looks pretty damn asleep.

[OOC: *sighs* Warning for...sort of violence. Of the quiet, disturbing kind. Are we surprised? No. ~~Thom needs to find a better way of bonding with people.~~]

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*But Thom shudders and does not answer.

The drop: is this how Alanna felt, trapped beneath the ice?

It is perhaps a mark of character that, slowly, Thom inclines his head, collapses forward, into Lucifer.

He shivers again and again, and he bites his lip until it bleeds.*

Lucifer puts a hand on his head, almost gently, pushing him back upright.

"Your hand still works," he says. It's an instruction.

A kiss, open-mouthed, and a breath.

*It's in his lungs now, the shifting contradiction; Thom's breath comes fast and ragged, but he stands on his own two feet and does not let go.

He flashes Lucifer one short twisted smirk, answers* No shit.

*and the flicker of amused acknowledgement, being no more than a flicker, vanishes*

A small, amused shake of the head.

Lucifer presses his thumb to Thom's throat, lightly.

Swallow.

Red pill or blue?

*And, trembling, Thom tips his head back instead, his throat extending under Lucifer's thumb.

His fingers tense around Lucifer's wrist, pulling in, in.

It hurts.*

Yes.

It does.

*More.

Thom looks as if he is struggling to speak, or at least his lips are moving, bruised and red.

No sound comes out.*

Lucifer's wrist twists, a quick subtle motion, and Thom is released.

*Thom lets go.

He slides to the floor, on his knees again, motionless except for the rapid (stabilizing) rise and fall of his thin chest.

He raises his eyes to Lucifer, but doesn't seem to see him at all.*

He could say -

Feel better?

Pushed far enough?

Remember that you owe me -

He sits down on the edge of the table and picks up a glass of wine that wasn't there a moment ago.

He nods at the shaking boy on the floor.

He looks away.

*He's hesitant, getting to his feet.

Then Thom dusts himself off, nods to Lucifer (I know) , and walks out the door. His fingers dance lightly over Lucifer's shoulders as he goes, graceful and delicate.

Thank you.

And then it's as if he had never been there at all.*

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