It's all fire and brimstone baby

[shifting]

Who: Sam Merlotte, Lucifer
When: Monday morning
Where: The field
Summary: Sam comes back from an overnight canon update a little... messier. [warning for blood]
Warnings: Blood and gore to start, certainly.
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...Luna? Luna! [Sam Merlotte scratches his way up from the dusty ground, smearing still-hot blood and entrails into the soft earth of the diamond. He gains his footing and looks about, a monster at first glance, all wild blue eyes and a thudding heart. He's still naked, coated in his kill, but these are just details, beneath notice. Luna's face sears across his mind, pale and sweaty, her eyes rolling up. Luna, the woman a universe away.]

Goddammit! [he roars it at the sky, pulling something long and slippery from his matted hair and throwing it at the ground, where it falls with a wet 'plop'. The shifter stares at it and catches his breath, then uselessly swipes his bloody forearm across his bloody face.] Fuck.

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[thelightbringer]

Give me warning if you're bringing anyone home. Tell me who they are, first. [That goes for any guest; he wants to be sure no one who may work for Crowley can get in.]

And indulge me every now and then when I think it's time to go to the mall in the middle of the night?

[shifting]

Yeah, 'course. I can do that. [it's a simple enough request, even if he's not sure why it matters to Lucifer.

He smirks at the last, closing his eyes. Frasier has come back, and the puppy jumps up on the bed to settle down beside them.] I could maybe manage that. Sounds like we'll get on just fine.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer reaches over Sam to pet Frasier, and then just leaves his arm there, wrapped around Sam and resting on the puppy. Neither of them could get up if they tried, but let's pretend this is a sweet gesture rather than a psychotically possessive one.]

We always have before. ...Well, for the past year or however long we've been palling around.

[shifting]

Yeah, shit. We'll be havin' our anniversary soon.

[he yawns again, rests his head on Lucifer's shoulder, since it's so close now.[ ...Sure could've used havin' your mark on that last trip home, lemme tell you. [a few good bursts of flame could have prevented so much of what happened.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer reaches down absently down with one hand to see if the mark is still there.]

What happened?

[shifting]

[it isn't.

Sam sighs.] Just - people. Fuckin' people. Doesn't matter if they're a werewolf, a human or a vampire; people are people. [he tries to keep calm, but anger's still hot in Sam's throat when he remembers those human fuckers in the masks showing up in their truck. Shooting him, shooting Luna. Then trying to gun down a fucking child. A little girl.

Yeah, he could have used some flames.]

[thelightbringer]

[People are bastards, and Lucifer certainly isn't going to be the one to go to bat for them. But he hushes Sam, and brands him again with his sigil.]

You looked like you made it out all right. Unless gore is a new fashion trend.

[shifting]

[oh, there's a jump. Sam sits up as much as Lucifer's arm will allow, feeling suddenly more awake. That shit still hurts, you know, Lucifer. Try some warning. But the surprise of the branding means the jolt is brief, like a needle-prick, and that familiar pattern is back when he looks at his hip, pink and fresh.]

Yeah... yeah, I mean - [he shakes his head; he's paying attention, he promises] I mean, no, it's not. I was shifted, and I had to kill a vampire. So I shifted back inside them. ...Took care of my problem, but it turns out that's a messy way to solve things.

[thelightbringer]

Messy isn't always a bad thing. [And neither is pain. He keeps his hand on Sam, but grants him the room to sit up or even climb out of bed if he needs to. Lucifer has no idea what the pain is like, since he's never been branded. ...That and he's in such intense chronic pain anyway he wouldn't feel it if it happened to him.]

What happened to Luna?

[shifting]

[Sam glances at the angel from the corner of his eye. If Lucifer knows it was for Luna, then he already knows what happened. But Sam'll say it.] I don't know. I just don't know. She looked ready to pass out when I was pulled here.

...Skinwalkin' is different than shifting. It - tears you up. [makes you sick. Could be killing her.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer watches him intently the way he has for so many other dark conversations. But this time there is no comforting hand, no welcoming voice. If Sam has lost the person he loves most at home, then he knows what Lucifer is going through. A microcosm of it, anyway, which is enough for now.]

I'm glad you killed the vampire.

[shifting]

[more importantly, for Sam, it means he feels even more alone here, and needs Lucifer all the more.]

Me too. ...It felt good. [finally able to do something against someone threatening what he loves.]

[thelightbringer]

Yeah? [Lucifer smiles and pulls Sam back over against his chest.]

Tell me about it.

[shifting]

[a little smile in return, and he scoffs, turning over so they can face each other, still lying on his chest]

Which part?

[thelightbringer]

All of it. Anything that comes to mind.

[He'll just be carding his fingers through Sam's hair, as if he can coax the truth out of him if he relaxes him enough.]

[shifting]

[oh, that's good. Keep that up. Sam relaxes into his touch, closing his eyes again]

...Well, we were there in the first place 'cause some vampire bastard took Emma for his pet. Things just went downhill from there. And it was just... one more incident where people were tryin' to take advantage of shifters, of me and my family [and the word is out smoothly, without doubt or notice] and I was fuckin' tired of it. We aren't fuckin' pets or freaks for humans to take potshots at or someone for the goddamn werewolves to kick around whenever they want to throw their weight around. And here was one more goddamn fanger lookin' at my mate and her daughter like they were just some problem she could do away with.

[thelightbringer]

...He took Emma for his pet? [Vampires are disgusting. Never mind that Lucifer has essentially taken people to be his pets here and at home...]

You don't feel regret for what you did, do you?