Eat the terror, Lick the spark

[shifting]

Who: Sam and Sylar (and later Lucifer)
When: 3/21, afternoon
Where: Sam & Edgeworth's apartment
Summary: Sylar stalks a shapeshifter
Warnings: Graphic violence and language.
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There was good weather today. Clear and bright, the first real sign that spring was on its way. Sam was grateful for it on the walk home from work. Wednesday nights were never that busy at Merlotte's, so he had an assistant manager holding down the fort. There was only paperwork to catch up on tonight, which could be done at home. ...Maybe even the park, if he could convince Edgeworth to go out with him after the lawyer got off. If he claimed it was for Gizmo's sake it shouldn't be that hard to do.

He whistled when he walked through the door, shutting and locking it carelessly behind him. Gizmo scampered out from the back room with an eager greeting, and he bent to a knee to give her an affectionate ruffle and a few good pets behind the ears. "How you doin', girl? Huh? You been good? Let's get you somethin' to munch on."

Comments

[shifting]

"Actually? Pretty relaxin'. At the time, it was what I needed." Sort of like these soothing strokes. "I was runnin' around as a stray Beagle, and this little girl got a leash around me, took me home. I could've run away, but... it was nice for a while, havin' someone take care of me. It wouldn't have lasted of course - hell, her parents were plannin' on takin' me by the shelter once they opened up again that Monday - but for a day or so... it felt good. I felt safe. Loved."

[thelightbringer]

Lucifer tilted his head as he mulled that over and pulled memories and emotions from Sam's mind. "That does explain why animals are so drawn to you. It's not just because you're a shifter."

Abruptly the tattoo was done, in a single searing moment.

"You understand what they need, too."

[shifting]

The distraction helped. The mark was only a single moment of pain, too quick for him to focus on before it was over. Sam jumped and hissed between his teeth, clenched suddenly onto Lucifer's arm, but there was no crying out. When he swallowed again, there wasn't even feel a lingering burn.

The skin was angry and red when he glanced down, but even that seemed to be fading. "I guess. Yeah. ...Thanks."

Sam rested his head on Lucifer's shoulder, feeling his age. Tired. "...Never thought I'd get a tattoo."

[thelightbringer]

"I'd like to think that being exposed to new things is just part of being around me." Lucifer, though, was surprised to find how comfortable he'd become with other people initiating contact with him. When he'd first arrived, no one but Michael would have dared touch him; he felt inclined to blame Chuck for changing that.

But on the other hand, after the utter wreck that his life was in this fishbowl, it was strangely reassuring to have a pet someone relying on him without any coercion. So he stroked Sam's hair lazily and just enjoyed.