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It Takes Two

"Two, actually." His voice carried easily in the ocean breeze, putting his hair up so it wouldn't be tousled in his face as he approached her familiar form. "Two boyfriends. One almost died from Blackfriars attack, the other isn't talking to me because I tried to do grievous harm to his best friend while I was shifted." He lifted one brow, a faint smile forming. "I don't like to leave the injured one's side, so you have an hour before I have to feed his cat and get back to him. Meds wearing off and all."

Lucas sat down next to Sunny, pulling out a bag from the inside of his jacket pocket, spilling out the contents: Red Vines, M&M's, Cool Ranch Doritos, Sour Cream Sunships, Snickers and Lifesavers. "Just to start you off. Hate me later."

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"Most people only have room in their heart for one." Lucas shrugged. "We have two heartbeats. I have two men that make me very happy."

He leaned back on his hands, feeling the sand sift against his skin and somewhat through his prosthetic hand. "It's not a big deal." Pale eyes turned to her. "I apparently get to be a territorial shithead when the moon is rising, and...said best friend answered my man's door." His lips pursed. "Naked." He looked out over the water again. "On almost five days with no sleep and stress I can't put a name to, I went at him." A slight shrug was offered, though it was weaker. The situation was still raw.

"Didn't know who he was, so I lost my s**t." Lucas smiled, but it was thin. "Food is one of our better points of enjoyment. Emotions...can be a bitter pill to swallow, sometimes. I hope you don't gotta deal with that."

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She was Pack to him, and it was easy for him to rest his stubbled cheek against her hair, his hand lifting from the sand to lightly rub her back. "I'm sorry. That's a long time to feel...everything."

Lucas exhaled slowly at the question and gazed quietly out over the water. He could have played dumb, but he wasn't going to treat Sunny like that. She knew. Even if she didn't...lying to someone whose power hurt like his soul being ripped in half seemed like a bad idea.

"Scary. Exhilarating. Consuming." He whuffled softly. "Barely a minute goes by that I'm not thinking of them. That can be nice, in domestic settings, but when you're fighting for your life, it's...terrifying that your priorities in survival have shifted to their comforts." His shoulders slumped a little. "Being in love is finding that thing in life that has purpose, but it comes with the knowledge it can all go away in the blink of an eye. It kind of sucks." A faint bit of laughter escaped him. "But I wouldn't trade it."

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Lucas glanced over, though he couldn't see her, tucked against him as she was. He had half a mind to profess his distrust in magic, but he could still feel the tightness of the scar on his palm. There was little way he could be in denial of it when he'd literally sought it out.

"Sure," he replied placidly. "How'd you learn it?" A pause. "What does it mean to you? Magic, I mean."

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"They're things I understand, things that are normal in anyone's life -- but magic? Not so much." Lucas lifted a brow. "It may be normal for you - "

The orbs flared to life and the man fell silent. He'd only heard of actual magic being used - from Autumn, from Thorne - and outside of his body shifting, he hadn't actually seen anything.

But there it was. Floating serenely in front of his nose.

Lucas visibly hesitated, looking at her face in the circle of stars. Extending both hands, he cupped both flesh and metal fingers around one, eyes wide. "What magic should I fear?" he asked cautiously.

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"Air and water are both sort of staples of life. My boyfriends mean a lot of emotions, a future I hadn't planned on." Lucas looked at her wearily, feeling like his attempts to understand magic were constantly thwarted by this line of thinking. "I just don't understand. Lady said magic was formed by a guy too afraid to die. How has it become this?"

He exhaled slowly through his nose, shoulders slumping, looking at the light pooled in his palms. "And what's your perspective on it?" Something else occurred to him, looking over to Sunny again. "If you can go anywhere and do anything...why are you here and so bored you need the company of a human-ish person?"

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Another sighing exhale escaped him, covering the light by pressing his thumbs together. "I'm not the type of guy to accept things easily, but I believe you. Even if I didn't, it's your choice what you want to say. I'm just here to keep you company." Lucas tried to smile, thin and worn. It didn't last.

"I don't mean -- leave leave, just -- you don't have to stay here, on the beach, do you?" He swallowed with some difficulty, trying to wrap his head around the fact that the very thing he was against was manifest as a life at his side. "If we had someone to explain things, not send us on these half-thought missions, maybe we could actually get our s**t together. Maybe we could actually win, for once."

It was a long shot, and the tone of his voice suggested he didn't like the prospects of 'maybe' as a means to rely on. "You're not alone, you know that, right? For better or for worse," he parted his fingers, the orb setting a shine against the scar on his palm, the mark that made them Pack, "you've got me."

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Lucas shrugged. "Come visit me? You've got human capabilities now, and that involves making a life outside the beach." He arched a mock-critical brow, even as his eyes traced her magic display with muted wonder and uneasiness. "You're teaching me about all this - your life force, magic. I can teach you some human things. Like, eating pizza. You've gotta give that a go."

There was a small puff of pride in him at her smile and statement, though he couldn't say why. His eyes turned to the light, and then opened entirely too wide at the transformation. Yeah, it was magic, but it was still ******** wild. "That's -- that's handy," he replied, a little breathless, lifting his hands to look at the bottle. "Thanks, Gandalf. Jesus."

Unfastening the chain, he tucked it beneath his hair and clasped it, tugging the collar of his shirt to let it rest against his skin. "I will bring pizza next time. As a thanks." He knew these things didn't usually come without a price, and this was no exception.