YOU DON'T OWN ME && return + injury.

[Luca]

Luca was petty. It was clear in the many things he did, from his snide remarks to his vengeful little jabs. It was clear in the way he would purposely give stale sweets to people he disliked under the guise of kindness, in the way that he spread rumours, but most of all it was clear in the smirk he wore as he came upon the injured form of someone he bore a grudge against. The pain of a serrated knife was nothing when compared to that of being eaten alive, and Luca made it clear that he held no sympathy in his body as he trotted closer to get a better look. "Aw, poor baby," he cooed, eyeing the bloody wound. "Guess I'm not the only one out to getcha." Was it shady to admit that he was lusting for the blood of a clanmate? Probably, but surely anyone present at the raid on the Ascendants would understand.

He moved to hover beside Rosemary, her plan causing his eyes to flash slightly. Cauterising wounds was probably one of the most painful things ever; exactly the sort of plan he'd expect from a closet sadist. "It won't take long at all if we both heat it," Luca said, revealing that he did intend to help despite his attitude. Steam puffed from between his lips as he talked, a side effect of the fire inside him as he started to build up the heat. "Luci and I make a great team." He shot his adopted brother a toothy grin, pink flames licking up from the bottom of his paws.