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- 1: Lucier's condo above Lux, LA, Monday (shhhh, timey wimey)
- 2: Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night
- 3: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, early Monday morning
- 4: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday afternoon
- 5: Outside the Gentlemen's Closet, Baltimore, Friday evening
- 6: A quiet pier, Cat Island, Bahamas, Tuesday morning
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Re: BUT THEN!
Date: 2020-07-26 09:10 pm (UTC)The trouble being, Nathan didn't even feel it. That and that punching a guy in the face was a great way to get their blood on you.
Nathan spit and laughed. "Can't hurt me, remember?"
Duke lurched to his feet, eyes glued to his hand and the specks of blood absorbing into his skin. He spun, not wanting Nathan to see. Not wanting to see Nathan, tied down and helpless and so goddamn infuriating, just asking to be ended.
Nathan didn't have any family. Other than the Chief, who'd never shown any signs of his trouble. Killing him wouldn't do anything but put blood on Duke's hands, metaphorically and literally. Duke grit his teeth and wrapped his arms around himself as he staggered down the dock.
Maybe throwing himself into the water would help keep this damn trouble under control.