16407/Interlude : Now In Technicolor!

Interlude : Now In Technicolor!
Date of Scene:	05 July 2024
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer goes mad decorating the penthouse and unloads a bit of his mind onto Sinister.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Okay. So there's a theme in the Penthouse of Lux. Gothic cotour. With the thrones and the black plush couch and the setee and all things black and gloomy. Maybe a bit of purple and red in subtle nuances but otherwise....well...

The gloom often aides Lucifer in his moods, but sometimes they can also hinder. So the Devil is trying to change that just a little bit. There are boxes. Yes. Plural. Boxes in the living room and he's pulling out pillows and blankets and coverings in various shades of crimson red and royal purple. It has to -match- of course! But a little more splash of color here and there surely won't hurt anything, right?

Sinister has posed:
Is it truly gloomy with the gothic?

Well, it's definitely an aesthetic that goes along with terrible poetry and black nailpolish, but that isn't necessarily ....

"Well, this is new..." from the balcony the arrival of Nathaniel is a quiet thing. No wingbeats, he simply flew by the way he used to for most of the time he flew before. There's a lingering smell of clinic about him, that slight afternote of antiseptic and cleaning solutions are a dead giveaway, but he LOOKS as sharp as usual.

Lucifer has posed:
"It is, isn't it? But is it too busy? I feel like I've now made it too busy..." Lucifer says this as he fluffs a pillow and shifts a blanket. "The black was a little..." He shrugs. "I don't know. Just something about it screamed a bit blah at me and I wanted to try it with some colors, but not too many colors. So I went off the purple and red accents that were already here but now..." He's in a crisis. A decorative crisis. Of the crisis he could be going through this isn't the -worst- one... but also... it might be the worst one because it's the one USINZG his mind and not something that is showing he's OUT of his mind.

Scents draw him and he looks up and over at Nathaniel, giving the man a smile. "So, what was on the agenda of your day? Did you accomplish much?"

Sinister has posed:
"Probably less than you, I just took a lot of blood tests and reviewed a whole lot of slides," Sinister replies, waving a hand vaguely at the world outside. "One of my longer term projects at the wellness center in the backwoods...." he looks at the throws, the pillows. "...I feel you're just overdoing the decorative. Pick throws or pillows. Both makes it look like we're trying for a bohemian boudoir."

Eyes travel, go from furnishing to furnishing, then settle on the devil.

"What's going on in that head of yours, my love?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I suppose the conversation with Wade. How the world is feeling smaller despite how big it really is. I have to ask myself if this place is as inviting as I hope it seems... and then I think that it's not." He takes up a closer blanket and begins to fold it up. Perhaps he'll donate what isn't used here. "But did you see the expressions on his face? The man looked overwhelmingly terrified, even if he was able to cover it up with follow up questions..."

With the blanket folded, Lucifer tosses it right back down onto the couch. "Just another momentary mental beating I think. Am I truly as evil as I am made out to be? Do my actions hurt or hinder those close to me, or do I actually do any good? Help in any way?" And this translates to color? Yes. Somehow. In his mind.

Sinister has posed:
Telepaths.

"Because nothing is just black and white -- it has shades of grey, diversity, colour, there's beauty all around even in the uggliest of places. And monotone reeks of otherness..." Sinister stares at the couch, the chair, the thrones, the throws, the pillows and back to Lucifer. There's a long gaze with his head on one side, then a smile, gentled.

"I probably don't help your perspective on such things. I have considerably more enemies than friends and yet, you love me."

He tilts his head the other way, smiles again, with parted lips and gives a soft sigh. "It wasn't terror I saw. Just a kind of unprepared overwhelmedness -- and that's altogether human. Trust me, I do vaguely remember what that's like."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks and thinks on it a moment. "Not terror. So I misread him?" Or maybe he just thought too far into the reactions that Wade was having. That can be a thing, right? His mind is working backwards from what he heard Nathaniel say. So the next thing he does is look over at the man.

"I do love you. Regardless of your enemies. Which, you know, I'll tear asunder the moment they try to hurt you. Even though you can surely take care of yourself. It's a nice thought to have." He offers this and smiles. Then he takes up the blankets, leaving the pillows. A little more splash of red and purple. The blankets are put back into the box.

"Yes. The monotone was likely what was driving me a little crazy...." He concludes. "I think the pillows add just enough splash or... perhaps just enough pop... to be there but also not so in your face is it were..." He turns towards Nathaniel and offers him a kiss then. "And in the same thought. You put up with me and all the madness that comes with it. Sometimes I don't know why you don't just walk out that door and give up on me."

Sinister has posed:
"Terror tends to be a bit more visceral, there'd have been smells..." Sinister replies, with a slow nod. Trust him, he knows, right? Well, actually probably so. He shrugs slightly but also nods with it. "I think you did, just a little. Mostly, because he soldiered on, despite any such terror -- it's all about Nick anyway, that man loves him in his own way."

And then there's the kiss. It doesn't last too long, but it beggars a reach around and rest of hands in the small of the archangel's back, drawing him in, a loose, but inherantly meaningful gesture.

"I do. You've got millenia of being rather lonely behind you, anyone would be a bit bonkers after a while. You do manage it /quite/ well." He grins crookedly this time, angling his chin up to look down the planes of his cheeks and nose to his companion in eternity. "Why would I give up on you?"

Lucifer has posed:
The moment becomes Lucifer being loosely held by Nathaniel, and he shifts just enough to rest his head on the man's shoulder. Thost last comments have him giving a soft chuckle. "I tried to fill the loneliness with carnal pleasure. Which was fun, don't get me wrong. I enjoyed it. Yet it was also empty. When I met you, I finally felt full. Complete in a way." A pause. "Well. All ways. But sometimes I fear that I might go too far down a mind tumble and wind up...losing you...maybe because I can't or won't crawl back. Maybe because it scares you too much..."

That hold from him, which is arms loosely around the neck, tightens just a bit. "Or maybe the opposite. I'll cling too hard for too long. Inevitably pushing you away because you'll want the space I refuse to give you. I don't think that's happened yet but...very real worries there in the back of my mind." That he rarely, if ever, shares. So this is surely a moment.

Sinister has posed:
"You know, now I'm a little irritated that I admitted that you scared me a bit --" Sinister laughs at himself a wry sounding thing. The tightening prompts a return tightening, clutching the solitary lord of hell closer. Possessive. "And I have to be a little irritated at my lingering conscience and humanity -- if it weren't for that, I would've barked the overawe down and rationalized more. You -are- the devil. I mean, who really, honestly and truly, thinks that they're ever going to meet the devil himself, let alone find you like them, feel strangely competitive, find them attractive and fall arse over tea-kettle for them? You get it all the time, that whole disbelief and denial thing and the opposite when they realise the truth." All to admit that the human condition comes with the gobsmacked. Or rather, with the godsmacked, on occasion.

"But you're you. A simple being, whose at the same time, nuanced, complicated, off your rocker and yet logical. Now, for once I get to be a bit offended that /my/ gift is being rejected by that brain of yours." He leans back to lean down and peer through bangs at a blue eye. "I'm stubborn. I love you. Also, not to put too fine a point on it, I'm madly attracted to power. It's overall a win win win, on my count. Plus, though I don't pretend to know you like the back of my own hand, I think I understand you. Quite well, at least. I'm not going anywhere."

Lucifer has posed:
"Bah. I think I just tossed that up to the nth percentile of you that's still human enough to recognize what you're dealing with. While I do not think I am inherently evil, I do not deny that I have done some terrible things. And there's a good chance that I will do terrible things in the future..." Lucifer says this even as they hold on to each other. Somehow this is a perfect situation. Them just standing there, holding, talking. The rest of the world soldiers on and they have another one of their more intimate moments.

Somehow it just happens like that.

There's a little grin then as Nathaniel remarks on being offended at his own gift being rejected. "Not rejected, per se. Just a fear that some way, some how, I will become too far gone one way or the other." He gives a little nip to Nathaniel's neck then - because he can. "Most of me believes that no matter when, how, or why... there will always be you at the end of the tunnel. Either pushing, pulling, or simply waiting. As you always have been and I know always will be. There are few absolutes in life. But I am glad that you are one of mine."

Sinister has posed:
"You know, I'm probably going to do a few absolutely monstrous things myself. Tell you what, we can do them together, or compare notes in rocking chairs on a porch down south someplace. We'll have dead cars on the lawn and yell at the local kids..." Sin's tone has a warmth in it, a vibration through his being that just translates as a lot of chuckles that never got voiced.

Abruptly, he squeezes. On another, it would choke all the air out and likely does in Lucifer's case, but he has no need to breathe. The peppering of kisses atop of the devil's head are potentially terminal with that vice grip. Again, on anyone -else-. Then? Relaxation and a hoisting up, carrying loose 'rescue' style, to go sit on the couch with a Lucifer on his lap, atop of the pillows so neatly and recently endowed upon the furniture.

"I'm fairly certain you've a reasonable grasp on what I can do with my mind, yes? Other than read a thought, or fox one. I placed a grain of me, in you, when I linked us together. It's how I always know where you are. How I can find you no matter what. And vice versa. But... there's a very good chance that it means I have a doorway I can go through that nobody else can. That a bit of you gets carried in me, all the time. That I can infect you, or cure you, potentially when nobody else could."

Lucifer has posed:
"Is it bad that I don't consider you monsterous in what you do? I mean... you do wicked things... but does anyone -truly- suffer for what you have done?" Lucifer asks this while leaning back just a bit so he can look upon Nathaniel a bit more properly. The next comment that comes out of his mouth actually has Lucifer laughing. "Shall we also put on the facade of older gentlemen. Get some canes and walkers so we can yell at whippersnappers to get off our lawn?"

Then there's a squeeze, and a squeeze again. And kisses atop of the head because Nathaniel can as he is a tad bit taller than the Devil himself. All this before there is a hoist and a travel and then they are upon the sofa freshly adorned with new pillows. Lucifer cuddles up as he is wont to do.

He listens further, shifting a hand to place over his heart because he's sure this is where the piece of Nathaniel is within him just as the piece of himself is within Nathaniel in the same spot. "Mmmn...I do often...I wouldn't say forget...but it's not always a present thought in my mind. I will strive to keep it a bit more fresh. If only to know that we have something to rely on with each other that no one else in this existence has. And that empowers us beyond measure with each other. I am happy for that."

Sinister has posed:
"It takes the edge off, and why... certainly. We shall wear monicles, or perhaps in a more American mannerism, string vests and dungarees? I shall be, I am sure, quite a curmudgeonly old bastard," Resting back, he endeavors to be as helpfully chairlike as possible -- and within the chest, the heart beats slow and steady.

After a long moment of companionable silence, however... he does offer. "I don't know if your opinion of my actions is altogether based on the human experience though. I imagine that there would be quite a few that would be quite upset that I'm striving inch by inch, to erradicate them as a species of general consideration and merit, in favour of what will come after. Humanity needs to adapt to a universe that now knows it exists in a greater sense. I don't think any of them are exactly ready." Silence again, for a few moments "Or, maybe you do. I think, overall, we both might be a little biased there."