The Stone Themselves Would Begin to Sing (open)

"What'cha doin'?" Lucas's smile was the devilish kind, and he dangled a leg down from the bough of the tree where he'd been sitting, watching his fellow Ascended at work. Had he met Samuel officially? Probably. Did he think him important enough to remember? Probably not. Arching an eyebrow and tilting his head while his shadow chased about the trunk of the tree to investigate further, he realised all at once that Sam was making a shrine. "I am not so certain that rocks will thrill her," he drawled, hopping down from the branches to crouch next to Sam like it was nothing at all - like they were familiar as family, indeed. "Though I enjoyed that you acted like it hurt." He nodded at the cut to his hand. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk