@put-the-needle-through
Wandering the empty night streets wasn’t very wise of him but when had Luc chosen to do anything safe and sane? Death could come any way as he was passing the dark alleys. His feet were slow, the stroll casual like this was sunny Sunday park. His eyelids were half closed, sight blurred with joyful sensation of the demon blood coursing in his veins. Night like any other, the boy thought, no worry on his mind in this intoxicated state.
As he noticed a figure standing in a distance he didn’t even bother to form a cautious thought in his brain. Plus, the person wasn’t a human, he learned to pick up the small hints in the way they held themselves - supernaturals - either superior or more wild than an animal would be. They were always easy to spot for someone who craved their company like Luc did.
“Save me with a lighter?” His voice was hoarse as he walked up to the other, a boy not much older than he was. Already he stared curiously, trying to guess what the other was.