[Yes, this seems to be a pattern. Luci isn't even surprised, she just heaves a very heavy, very tired sigh in the middle of Poe's monologue and scrapes at her nails. On the one hand, she should probably be glad that these people are lining up to deal with her at her very worst and denying that they could ever lose her, but the idea of taking Yusuke or Yuri or Poe's arm off because she can't control herself is a chilling image.]
[Luci waits until Poe is done and then slowly blows out a mouthful of smoke.]
Being the Devil means knowing you've already lost. There is no self-determination in my end, only in what I do in between. [She stubs out the cigarette and stands up. In the same movement she grabs the shoulder of Poe's jacket and tries to pin him to the wall, looming over him close enough that he could smell the smoke on her breath as she whispers to him.]
We're in a confessional, hollowed out as it is, so here's a confession Poe Dameron: I don't have enough people I give a shit about to be letting them face down a hurricane armed with an open umbrella. You want to try for Number Eleven with me? I can't stop you. I can't stop any of you, and that should make me damned proud.
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Date: 2018-05-18 10:58 pm (UTC)[Luci waits until Poe is done and then slowly blows out a mouthful of smoke.]
Being the Devil means knowing you've already lost. There is no self-determination in my end, only in what I do in between. [She stubs out the cigarette and stands up. In the same movement she grabs the shoulder of Poe's jacket and tries to pin him to the wall, looming over him close enough that he could smell the smoke on her breath as she whispers to him.]
We're in a confessional, hollowed out as it is, so here's a confession Poe Dameron: I don't have enough people I give a shit about to be letting them face down a hurricane armed with an open umbrella. You want to try for Number Eleven with me? I can't stop you. I can't stop any of you, and that should make me damned proud.
...But it doesn't. It's driving me crazy.