Wolf Play : Lackadaisy x Zera

Half of what he had just said had gone all the way over the other's head. This was... right. How on earth had this demigod gotten a reputation like the one he had? This...? This ... display of demigodness had a reputation of leave him alone or get your head smashed into a concrete wall.

Sure.

He looked ragged and in pain. The inner workings of Lucius felt just a touch smug about it. If it wasn't the consequences of his own actions, coming back to bite him.

He hid a small and faint smile behind the coffee cup as he took another sip.

"We don't have to go now," Lucius said, testing the waters subtly. His voice was tinged with slight concern. "You look... well, you look like you met Hela and crawled back after she decided you couldn't stay. To put it lightly," he gave him a small teasing smile. "Might as well stick around here for a little bit, wash up, get some rest and whatnot," he waved one hand. "I've got to figure out how to get to Garden City in the first place. Is it cheaper to drive? Can we rent a little plane? Or is there a bus that'll go all the way out there?"

Lucius waved one hand lightly, shrugging it off before pausing. The urge--the really, really stupid urge--to make some off-hand comment about something he had said last night was growing. While he could make it flippant and barbed, he figured it'd be far more telling if it was loose and light.

That would be the reaction he needed to see. If Feo really did remember everything--in which, Lucius would see how long it would take before he cracked again. Or, if Feo didn't remember a thing and simply had confusion to the line he had said.

"Figured I'd let you know where I'm headed to this time," Lucius ended his sentence with a bouncing chuckle, looking down at his coffee cup again. His sapphire eyes flicked to the bag before he snagged one of the sandwiches. He really didn't feel like eating but the mask he wore needed to eat. It would throw Feo off of his trail, get him away from asking any question--prying inside. That was the last thing that Lucius needed.

His thoughts turned to potential answers if Feo should ask about his own behavior the night prior. Lucius had been rather firm, direct and dismissive. What was he supposed to say if Feo asked about it? It was... up to that point, rather out of character for Lucius.

A bouncing light tone would prove that he had something to hide. He'd have to use a slightly nonchalant approach, a slight shrug, glance down and then up again. He'd comment lightly about how he'd spent a lot of time around drunk folks and he learned it was better to not rile them up and let them do their own thing.

Which, clearly, had backfired last night. But not for Lucius. No, he had done everything right. He couldn't control Feo or what he did. He could only control himself.

Lackadaisy x Zera

January 12, 2025 12:28 AM

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Feo lifted the coffee cup from the table, his fingers tightening around the cardboard as he took a slow sip. His head pounded in time with his heartbeat, but Lucius’s words filled the space between them like static, a blend of concern and nonchalance that scraped against Feo’s nerves. He barely registered the specifics about Garden City or travel plans; his focus drifted between Lucius’s casual tone and the faint teasing edge in his smile.

And then, that final comment landed like yet another slap across his face.

"Figured I’d let you know where I’m headed this time."

The words echoed in Feo’s mind, cutting through the haze like a blade. It wasn’t what Lucius said—it was how he said it. Loose, light, almost playful, but Feo's head heard a barb just sharp enough to draw blood, stinging somewhere in his chest that Feo hated to admit was his heart. His grip on the coffee cup tightened instinctively, his knuckles whitening as the pressure mounted. He tried to keep himself calm, to push down the sudden flare of anger rising in his chest, but it was too late.

The cup crumpled in his hand with a soft crunch, hot coffee spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the floor. The sharp heat seared his skin, but Feo didn’t flinch. He stayed rooted in place, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the mess pooling at his feet.

Feo stared directly into his eyes, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. He would not let it out. He would never yell at Lucius again.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom, his movements stiff and deliberate. The door creaked faintly as it swung shut behind him.

A few moments later, Feo emerged, his expression unreadable as he tossed a towel onto the puddle of coffee. The motion was quick and mechanical, his anger threatening to boil over, but he shoved it down with a brutal force, the feeling of doing so being familiar and almost comforting to him. He straightened, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, but his hands were balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

“Stay,” he said, his voice low and taut, the single word carrying a weight that hung heavily in the room. His gaze flicked briefly to Lucius, the storm in his eyes barely concealed. “Sure.”

Without another glance, Feo moved to the window, standing there with his back to Lucius, staring out at the street below. His posture was tense, every muscle in his body strung tight, but he stayed quiet, willing himself to keep his emotions in check. If Lucius wanted to pretend everything was fine, then fine. Feo wouldn’t push it. But the sting of that comment—of everything unspoken between them—wasn’t going to fade anytime soon.

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