[ Even in a situation like this, Bucky is a distraction. He is alluring, so very stunningly beautiful when he's flush with power, at the peak of his abilities. There are so many reasons why women (and men) flock to him in droves even when he isn't trying, and he's very sure Bucky isn't trying right now.
But he can't look away from the naked dead woman in their bed just behind Bucky, the knowledge that Bucky had been hungry enough to partake all of her life essence made his heart clench and his stomach turn. He hadn't meant to be away this long, to break his promise to his best friend.
He swallows hard and looks up at him, wide-eyed. His incubus is preening like a very handsome peacock, the embodiment of perfection, as if it's just like any other day that he's got a dead woman on their bed. She looks like she's sleeping, pale and unmoving, and he doesn't know what to think. ]
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But he can't look away from the naked dead woman in their bed just behind Bucky, the knowledge that Bucky had been hungry enough to partake all of her life essence made his heart clench and his stomach turn. He hadn't meant to be away this long, to break his promise to his best friend.
He swallows hard and looks up at him, wide-eyed. His incubus is preening like a very handsome peacock, the embodiment of perfection, as if it's just like any other day that he's got a dead woman on their bed. She looks like she's sleeping, pale and unmoving, and he doesn't know what to think. ]
No, it's all right. Buck, you killed someone.