#threads: luca.

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continued from luca's open starter (@dcevant)

luca's eyes involuntary closed when jordan's thumb grazed his mouth, a soft sigh leaving his lips. "i was sleeping," he lied. "and then you moved, and i have—" he paused, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, buying time, buying the three seconds he needed to find the version of this sentence that was honest without being too honest. "i'm a light sleeper. my brain's got, like, a motion detector. very advanced. very inconvenient." he shifted on the pillow, rolling onto his back so he could actually see jordan instead of just feel him. the room had a faint glow from the streetlamp seeping past the blinds, barely enough to see beyond a silhouette. "your hands are cold," he stated, a plain observation. his own hand came up and covered jordan's, where it sat against his jaw, holding it there.

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continued from luca's open starter (@nvrlcnds)

luca frowned, wishing the bleeding had stopped before the ride home so he wouldn't have to keep sopping it up by this point. "i just think you could've made your point without breaking his nose," luca replied, "next time we're just leaving." he touched the towel to nick's hairline again, gently and cautiously. "hold still. i'm not gonna sew you up, but i can at least stop you from gushing everywhere."

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continued from luca's open starter (@ad0rati0ns)

"just a little social fatigue," luca answered, swirling the wine, the bottle already halfway empty. "being a party animal is exhausting," he declared with a touch of sarcasm, resisting the urge to curl up in the towels piled against the tub. "needed to take a little break from being delightful. doctor's orders."

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continued from luca's open starter (@houseofrenaissance)

"It's not the worst thing that's happened to me in a bathroom," Luca replied, taking a sip from the bottle. The wine was only average, but cold enough to tighten the roof of his mouth and give him something to do with his hands besides pick at an old sticker on the side of the tub. "It was either this or lock myself in the coat closet. but there's a weird smell in there, and it's probably haunted — Scratch that, it's definitely haunted." He capped off the sentence with a sigh and tipped his head back against the cool porcelain. "Sometimes you just need a room with a door that locks."

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continued from the taking care of you ask meme (@sealedfcte)

luca's arm cramped where elias pressed in, but he didn't move. clumsy affection like this, offered from the depths of a hangover, made him feel seen, and that was all he needed from anyone. "someone has to keep you from dying dramatically. you know i love a good rescue fantasy," he replied, chuckling under his breath. "i also brought you stuff," he mentioned, nodding at the shopping bag by the door. wasn't the first time he came to the rescue, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "proper hangover kit. bananas, gatorade, greasy breakfast sandwich. the works."

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continued from luca's open starter (@writtens)

luca's throat tightened. water. of course she was thirsty. he was thirsty, too, now that it came to mind. he'd been so focused on keeping zuri close that he hadn't thought about practical things before she'd settled back under the blanket, before he'd let himself sink into the warmth of her beside him. the idea of leaving the bed cocoon was unbearable, but the thought of the other being uncomfortable was worse. he looked at the nightstand, bare except for his phone and a worn notebook. no water glass. he'd have to make the trek out into the darkness.

he stretched, groaning, and pawed at the phone to check the time. "five more minutes," luca said, and rolled onto his stomach, nudging her shoulder with his nose, the way a cat might. "after that, i'll make the journey for us. like, a sacrificial lamb. i'll bring back water, and maybe… a slice of bread? whatever i can scavenge from the kitchen tundra."

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continued from luca's open starter (@ad0rati0ns)

luca let go of the man's wrist slowly, his fingers lingering for a second too long before he retreated beneath the heavy weight of the duvet. the cold gave him a reason to be greedy with the blankets, an excuse to tuck his chin into the fabric and shimmy closer until his body pressed against ricky's side. "see? much better," he murmured, his voice thick with a sleepy warmth. "if you'd actually touched that floor, you would've lost at least three toes to frostbite." he reached out blindly, his hand finding the edge of the sheet and tugging it up to ricky's collarbone, covering them up some more. "you were gonna bail," he said after a beat, softer now. "i could feel you thinking about it."

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continued from luca's open starter (@problematiqce)

luca's laugh came out bright and easy. "scared? me? that's—" he gestured vaguely at the wrought-iron gates looming before them, head shaking. "i'm cautiously respectful of the dead. there's a difference." his eyes then narrowed, studying the other. "and you're like five-seven. you think the ghosts are gonna be intimidated by you?"