xxi throw my head back, heart under attack
xxstraight through the chest like a thunderclap
xxyou can burn too bright, burn too bright to see
xxwith the lights out, a shadow of a doubt
Lucian regretted his question the minute he opened his mouth, realizing that it wasn’t quite as playful as he imagined. Markus’ answer made him feel worse, and he just stared at his hands. Even the attempt at a joke just managed to make Lucian fake a smile. It was only when Markus picked up his laptop that he scrambled off the counter and practically ran over to reclaim it. “No, no, no, that’s my baby, no touchie!” He said, snatching it back and grinning. “No offense but I do not trust people with this, I’ve spent far too long modifying this and getting everything the way I like it,” he explained. “I can check out and modify your laptop to make it secure, but no touchie.”
“And… sorry if I touched a nerve. Mostly I just wanted to check that my gaydar is still functional,” he teased. “I know what it’s like. Every relationship I’ve had has blown up in our faces and half the time, I think it’s been my own fault. I don’t blame you for not wanting to get involved.” He cleared his throat and stood up again to retrieve his glass from the kitchen, taking a sip as he came back in. When he came back in, he sat down cross-legged on the floor, his back against the couch, so Markus could see what he was doing. He called up the files he’d established on the people they were going to be targeting at the event.
“Anyway, our best bet is probably to just get a concrete idea of how things are going to go down on the night. How we get in, how we deal with this, and how we get out again. Everything else, we can work on from there. These are the people we’ll be dealing with. These aren’t the thugs we’ve dealt with thus far, these are the head honchos orchestrating the whole thing. But we can’t underestimate them from any point of view. They know us and they know what they’re dealing with.”
“And… sorry if I touched a nerve. Mostly I just wanted to check that my gaydar is still functional,” he teased. “I know what it’s like. Every relationship I’ve had has blown up in our faces and half the time, I think it’s been my own fault. I don’t blame you for not wanting to get involved.” He cleared his throat and stood up again to retrieve his glass from the kitchen, taking a sip as he came back in. When he came back in, he sat down cross-legged on the floor, his back against the couch, so Markus could see what he was doing. He called up the files he’d established on the people they were going to be targeting at the event.
“Anyway, our best bet is probably to just get a concrete idea of how things are going to go down on the night. How we get in, how we deal with this, and how we get out again. Everything else, we can work on from there. These are the people we’ll be dealing with. These aren’t the thugs we’ve dealt with thus far, these are the head honchos orchestrating the whole thing. But we can’t underestimate them from any point of view. They know us and they know what they’re dealing with.”