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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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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

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

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

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.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*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.*