xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
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His reaction to the mask made Lucian smirk with satisfaction. His words just made the smirk linger, especially as Markus became a little flustered. If he’d owned it, Lucian would have been impressed, but the blush was just so honestly adorable that’s it made him chuckle and shake his head. “Honestly, darling, you’re too much,” he said, pulling off his shirt. “Seeing me shirtless twice in two days? It’s a good thing nobody knows, sweetheart, they’d be talking,” Lucian teased with a raised eyebrow, swinging his legs onto the table and lying down.
“On the subject of not coming back, most of the reason I’m here is because I need a favour. Well, this works in your interests too, so not really a favour. I got into the laptop. People need to learn to have these nefarious conversations in person, because oh, the details I found. Nothing concrete yet though. But, there’s a big ‘charity’ event coming up that some of the people involved will be attending. Ironic, considering they paid for certain heroes to go bye-bye. And unfortunately, I was asked weeks ago to model at the event, so I won’t be able to question these people directly or go snooping around the mansion. I do, however, have a plus one,” he said, looking at Markus. He looked him up and down, already forming a sketch in his mind. “I think my plus one might need a new suit though, there will be a red carpet, and we will need to look like a semi-solid unit. Which means co-ordinating outfits. Are you following me, sweetheart?” He asked.