[ The evening of the same day Annie had helped him wrest the chemicals from that strange machine, Lucius decides to test them. In another circumstance, in another world, they might go straight into his mouth or his bloodstream to learn of their effects—but, here, he's no longer an Astartes warrior, all but immune to toxin. Here, whatever this drug is, he would have to be a fool to think it has nothing to with the strange, saccharine behavior that has been on such proud display these last few days. And so, here, he needs another man to taste for poison.
Lucius rolls the vial between his hands with a restless energy, and where another person might be afraid of dropping their precious bounty, he tosses it back and forth between his palms with a grace and confidence that suggests he doesn't see any such risk. It does nothing to soften his bearing as a prowling, capricious predator—or, at least, it doesn't to the human woman in front of him, her limbs tense and back held painfully straight as Lucius boxes her in against the door of the diner she had been trying to close up for the night. ]
Now, now, [ he chides, and his voice is a playful purr. If only he were a few feet taller, and in this moment, he would feel perfectly at home. He can see that the images dancing in her head are far worse than anything he intends, and that widens the sharp grin already parting his lips, the half-grown tail behind him swaying in his mirth. ] I already told you. We're just going to have a drink.
[ The idle toss of the vial stops, and with his unburdened hand, he crooks a finger, beckoning for the cup he'd already ordered her to go inside and retrieve. With shaking hands, she does so; he uncaps the vial and pours just enough into the basin of that cup for a good mouthful. ]
Well, drink up! [ He tells her cheerfully, and for a moment, all she does is stare fearfully up at his face. Lucius' smile drops; his eyes roll, and he scoffs. She shrinks back against the door, as if expecting him to be tipped into violence, but he doesn't move.
When he opens his mouth again, his boyish voice rings with unnaturally mellifluous tones. ]
Drink.
[ She begins to lift the cup to her lips, and his long, feline ears twitch as they catch the sound of footsteps. ]
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Lucius rolls the vial between his hands with a restless energy, and where another person might be afraid of dropping their precious bounty, he tosses it back and forth between his palms with a grace and confidence that suggests he doesn't see any such risk. It does nothing to soften his bearing as a prowling, capricious predator—or, at least, it doesn't to the human woman in front of him, her limbs tense and back held painfully straight as Lucius boxes her in against the door of the diner she had been trying to close up for the night. ]
Now, now, [ he chides, and his voice is a playful purr. If only he were a few feet taller, and in this moment, he would feel perfectly at home. He can see that the images dancing in her head are far worse than anything he intends, and that widens the sharp grin already parting his lips, the half-grown tail behind him swaying in his mirth. ] I already told you. We're just going to have a drink.
[ The idle toss of the vial stops, and with his unburdened hand, he crooks a finger, beckoning for the cup he'd already ordered her to go inside and retrieve. With shaking hands, she does so; he uncaps the vial and pours just enough into the basin of that cup for a good mouthful. ]
Well, drink up! [ He tells her cheerfully, and for a moment, all she does is stare fearfully up at his face. Lucius' smile drops; his eyes roll, and he scoffs. She shrinks back against the door, as if expecting him to be tipped into violence, but he doesn't move.
When he opens his mouth again, his boyish voice rings with unnaturally mellifluous tones. ]
Drink.
[ She begins to lift the cup to her lips, and his long, feline ears twitch as they catch the sound of footsteps. ]