Studio Destruction

[lucasdante]

Lucas had gone shopping for Christmas. He was in a very good mood, having gotten some gifts that he was happy with. For Aeon and Evan, he had gotten a large basket of bath salts and gels from a very exclusive shop, as well as matching bathing robes made of the finest, softest Egyptian cotton. It was sinfully delicious on bare skin, and he knew

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[evankasparov]

Caspian hadn't seen Lucas in a while when he decided to drop by his studio. He had a little gift for him, a small Etruscan bronze figurine, that he thought Lucas might enjoy.

Knocking at his lover's door, he's about to give up when he gets no answer, but he notices the telltale scratches indicating a picked lock. Caspian tests the door, and finding it open, he pulls out his gun and slips inside. No one's in the main room, or the bathroom, so Caspian slips into the kitchen and sees Lucas on the floor. In a pool of blood. Holstering his gun, Caspian pulls out his cell phone and dials 911. Call completed, he squats down and gently strokes Lucas' hair, then checks his thready pulse. 'Can you hear me, darling?'

[lucasdante]

"Yes...Evan...be careful."

Lucas wouldn't put it past them to wait until someone came to help him to attack again. It was their style.

[evankasparov]

'No one's here, darling. But I'm facing the door nonetheless. Tell me, love, do you know who did this to you?' Caspian stands briefly to make a cloth compress for Lucas' wounds.

[lucasdante]

"Yes. Old enemies...I thought I had lost them."

Most of Lucas' wounds bled a lot, but were not endangering any vital organs. If they had wanted to kill him, he would be dead.

"I can't tell the police...anything. Understand that if they question me. I can't."

Lucas can hear a siren, in the not too far distance.