"Perhaps -- "
He started to jest, but what he was going to say would never be known. The knife plunged and with it came a type of pain he'd never known. His veins were conduits to a molten fire, carrying liquid pain faster than he could reconcile, eyes rolled back and unseeing, his back gone rigid and spasming against the invasion of his body. Lucas gasped for air, but there was no sound outside the strangled tightness in his throat, the feeling in his chest a reminder of days spent breathing in the residue of a set bomb, only it
burned, like lava in his lungs and filling him to a point of breaking --
And it passed. Lucas bent over in half, face almost in the sand as he took in a gasping breath, the pain gone but the memory of it on his body, his thundering heart proof of its existence.
They're going to murder me, he thought of his boyfriends, and it actually made him choke out a laugh.
It would take a solid minute before he'd right himself again, wiping his eyes and getting a good look at the scar. Still breathing heavily through parted lips, he looked towards where Sunny was indicating -- and froze. It was clear as day, just...there. Almost in reach.
"Just...reach out and pull?" He didn't make any motion to try. He believed the trade was real. Pale eyes were still slightly wet against the residual pain. "And...what changes? In you?" His gaze turned to her, starting to sit straighter, catching his breath.
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