But what about dogs and curiosity?

[shifting]

Who: Sam and Eric
When: Evening
Where: Sam & Edgeworth's apartment
Summary: Lucifer taught Sam a Devil's Trap, so obviously, he wants to see if it works on vampires.
Warnings: TBA
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[The sun will be down in five more minutes, and Sam knows that the moment it is, he can expect to see Mr. Northman in his apartment. So he'd spent that afternoon getting ready, picking up a huge cardboard box from work and tearing it open so it'd be the right size for a huge-ass pentagram full of symbols he didn't understand. He'd drawn it first in pencil in case of mistakes (and as he'd expected, he'd made a bunch the first few attempts), then gone over it in sharpie.

It... still wasn't much to look at. But Lucifer had assured that as long as all the lines connected, it didn't really matter how artistic he was about it. Besides, no matter how well he drew it, there was no guarantee this thing would work on Eric anyway.

But he flipped the cardboard box over face-down in his living room all the same, waiting for his vampire friend to arrive.]

Comments

[thelightbringer]

I think this means you're disinvited to their commitment ceremony, Eric.

[Lucifer winks at him.]

His name is Miles, too, by the way.

[manofthenorth]

[ Shut up Lucifer he's not laughing at your sense of humour even if you pull the serious face. Just look how impassive he can be. This is what you get for fucking with Godric. ]

His smell was all over you even the first time I came here. But then so is Lucifer's.

[ A glance in his direction, a wan smile. ]

You should try Fangtasia some time. There's plenty of young women who are looking for something supernatural that doesn't bite. You might find something to cover yourself in that doesn't do the devil's dirty work.

[shifting]

[not helping, Lucifer.

Sam was about to say something to that effect too, but then Eric had to go and make an ass of himself. Or at least that's what it seems like to Sam, who's curling a hand at his side that really wants to find its way into Eric's face, and if this were two, three months earlier - if he were in less control of himself - that's just what it would be doing. As it is, the vampire can probably hear his heart thumping harder, the spike in his blood pressure. He bares his teeth.]

Watch it, Eric.

[thelightbringer]

The only one here who does my work is you, Eric. Tempting all those souls off the straight and narrow...good boy.

[manofthenorth]

If you think I do that for you, I think you've misread my faith.

[ He scoffed, and turned his head away, quite clearly feeling the enmity in the room, but not quite prepared to walk out. ]

We're friends here, aren't we, Sam? Then a word of friendly advice--keep away from him.

[shifting]

He's done more for me than almost anyone here. And he knows who I am. I'll keep my own counsel, Eric.

[a slow exhale through his nostrils]

...And I'm sorry 'bout you gettin' accidentally trapped and everything. But thanks for tryin' it.

[thelightbringer]

Yes, Eric. I'm glad you were willing to let him practice. You never know what might come through the door. I would have told him how to open it, but he'd been so hesitant to use it. But really, it's a load off my mind, so I'll overlook you trying to shoo him away for me.

[A smirk and a mock-salute. It gives him immeasurable satisfaction every time someone tells Sam Merlotte that Lucifer is bad news, because Sam does as he'd promised: he ignores them.]

[manofthenorth]

[ Lucifer you are a complete dick. He glances warily at Sam, then back again, more than aware that this - this precisely - is what Godric had done to him when he suggested that his sire not side with Lucifer in this. That it wasn't safe to listen to his lies and fall for his tricks. He gave the briefest snort. ]

Snakes and apples, Merlotte.

If you'll excuse me. [ He gave Lucifer a polite smile, and stepped on back toward the door. ]

[shifting]

[Sam does say anything, just sighs and runs a hand through his hair, plops down into an armchair. Christ.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer watches him, then sits on the sofa.

Or rather, on the back of the sofa, with his feet on the cushions.]

Well that went well.