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Lucifer	The elevator to the Penthouse dings upon an arrival and Lucifer steps into the room carrying a few bags and one box - all of which are set upon the kitchen's island counter. "Nathaniel? You home?" Calling that out as he pulls a few containers of food from one bag - instantly filling the house with the scent of the local mediterannean place from down the street. Another bag is emptied by bringing out two wrapped packages, finished off with a bow on top of each. Then, a final box, covered in velvet, is set upon the counter. It's not gift wrapped, just wrapped for protection. "I've got food!"
Sinister	"Yes. I'm... I'll be right out. Give me a couple..." He hasn't exactly been subdued since the aftermath of sleep work and the renaissance of his altered state, but Sin has been quieter. More thoughtful. Brooding even, except that it does not appear to be a bad sort of brood, just a meditative deep thought process kind of brood. True to his word though, he emerges from the bathroom area, wearing a black silk dressing gown and billowy house pants, along with slippers. He might also have been mildly home-bodyish since the event. Has he even left the house properly? The belt is secuely tied as he emerges, sniffs the air gently and approaches with a warm smile and enough curiosity that it sparks in his gaze. Human looking. Grey eyed.
Lucifer	"Your favorites from that little place down the road...figured I'd bring home nourishment since I've been out most the afternoon." Lucifer says this as he glances to the man emerging from the bathroom. A shift so he can lean in and give a proper - yet perhaps chaste - kiss of greeting. "How have you been doing since..." He motions towards the shoulders, indicating wing-bits that recently re-emerged. "Also...somethings I think you would enjoy. Found one at an antique shop ran by an old....acquaintance....of mine...." Because he cannot really say that Henri Fountainebleu is a friend...but they have been through some things together considering what else he is. "And then found another set at this nice shop where I wouldn't expect to find them but it's like they were put there for me. To find for you." Saying this, he shifts the two wrapped gifts forward towards Nathaniel. "Happy Re-Emergence Day, love." Yes. That's something to celebrate. Right?
Sinister	Well, the memories in his head did say it was his 'birthday' didn't they? Leaning into the kiss, there's an equally chaste hug to go with it, a small, precise and gentle squeeze. "I have been," just that. He's been. There's a squint of one eye over the other and a wince upon that side of his face in consideration. "Exploring what feels different? Which admittedly is a lot of small things and subtleties." He wrinkles his nose, swallowing with a look of very faint distaste. But then there's focus, upon what is being said and what was brought, a brow arching. "Oooh, presents?" the velvet box is touched gently, then the others one by one, the ribbon brushed over lightly with fingertips. He looks at the velvet box once again, tilts his head and touches it once more with a slow exhale. Psychometry is a funny thing. It happens on the odd occasion. Usually when things are genuinely /old/.
Lucifer	Lucifer actually lifts the velvet cover to show it's a simple wooden box of French origin. "This box was, apparently, somehow attached to Marie-Antoinette. I bought it in hopes that it might serve as a nice display case, or holding case, for one of the gifts I bought you." Lucifer explains. "One gift is already in it's designed box. The other is in a box, but the box is....ugly...probably just something they were thrown into." Explaining this further. As the other gifts are opened, in a slightly ornate wooden box is a single dagger. The handle white and embedded with jewels in the shape of a simple flower. It's sheathed in something steel but lined in red velvet and if one looks, the blade is even etched into. It's from the Mughal Empire - something that died out a long while ago. The other gift is in a plain box that seems to be a bit battered - and likely the 'ugly' box Lucifer was talking about. Within that box are two more daggers, twins, the hilts designed to be filled with epoxied flowers and the blades are thin and sharp.
Sinister	It seems appropriate that Sin's hand was drawn back to the box. When it's revealed, his hand hovers there and retreats slowly, then inches forth to nudge the catch open and slowly open it. Simply a box, fine, gilded, but it saw things, felt things, absorbed things. "Fascinating," -- and attention is drawn to the daggers. One kris, two stilettos. The Mughal dagger is reached for, a single digit touching the hilt and there is a soft intake of breath. "This defended people. No... no, it defended blood. It was carried by... a brother." But that's about all it seems willing to impart or all mister currently hypersensitive can discern. The gifts are all looked at and there's a quiet chuckle. "I wonder if I should be mildly concerned that you got all gifty with sharp pointy things. They -are- very lovely though. We should keep the stilettos where they can be easily grabbed." Gesturing to the walls. "The box... is something." His robe rustles slightly, that which lies beneath shifting and shivering a little.
Lucifer	"Well. It's sort of a two-way gift. The kris was picked for you...as you. The stilettos were picked for you...as her. I figured Nathanielle would love them...with the flowers and the pointy sharpness. But they're both you, also, so..." Lucifer offers this in explanation and then smirks. "Not that you are dangerous with sharp pointy objects..." He watches Nathaniel for a lingering moment as he touches and shifts to touch more. Knowing that the man will get feelings from these objects in one way or another. When he talks about the kris, Lucifer's brow lifts and then he nods. "It seemed to be that. With the way it's designed... we figured it was tied to something higher than just... protection..." He offers this much and then slides into a seat. "...but I take it - despite possible concerns - you....like them?"
Sinister	"Aaha, I see. Well, yes, I suspect that you are right on account of my other face. She does release different aspects of me..." Indeed, she does. Whole avenues of his personality that he tends to keep repressed at times, Miss Sin can release, including the ability to be a flirty extrovert. There's a smile, then a nod. "They are very fine. I do like them, yes." Sin looks at the kris, thoughtfully. "I might have to spend some more time feeling -you- out..." He comes closer to the devil, reaching an arm around and leaning in for a LESS chaste kiss. "They are very thoughtful. Sharp and pointy, too. It's hard to go wrong with sharp pointy things." A smile then a look to the food. "Do they have those greek potatos? I /do/ hope so, the olive oil and lemon are highly delicious."
Lucifer	Lucifer listens and nods, giving a smirk once he points out how Miss Sin brings out different aspects of him. "She does. And I love you both. I just also know that different things please the different sides of you as well.." He offers this much while watching Nathaniel pay attention to the kris specifically a moment. Then the man is closer, and giving a less-than-chaste kiss which is returned whole heartedly. "I am very glad you like them..." And with that, he begins to open the food containers. "Greek potatoes cause I know you love them. Roti. Lamb briyani." He declares, plus other mediterranean goodies that are finger food and smaller portions.
Sinister	"Bloody marvellous..." no, wasn't hungry, not until there were delectables opened and in his eyeballs. Then, a small plate, greek salad with feta, grilled octopus and greek potatos are the snacks of choice, with a baklava set aside for after. ...a little bit later, when washing things down with coffee and when a proper place has been decided on for the box and stilettos... Nathaniel has curled a little sidelong, so as not to trap his back, on the gothic chaise. Music has been selected for orchestral pieces of popular songs on satellite and he's considering. Again. "The bat wings do not feel the same, you know. They're considerably more sensitive. They feel a lot more fragile. And I have no idea why this is what they are."
Lucifer	Food is consumed, dessert of the food variety enjoyed, and things are put on shelves and display. Lucifer watches as Nathaniel curls up a bit against the chaise, tilting his head at the way the man lies giving a bit of delicate measure to his back. Then he listens as it's explained that things feel different this time around. "Perhaps they just need time to fully fledge themselves out. Even angel feathers, when growing back, have that painful process of pin-feather before extruding the actual furl itself." He offers. "But I don't know. This...is a bit different than before. And they emerged after you had the confrontation with the monster version of me. And when you cut them off...you were feeling monstrous and used at the same time, if I recall correctly. Perhaps this is a response..." It's the only theory that Lucifer can come up with. "Fragility shouldn't be a thing either. You're treating them as if they're made of glass and ready to shatter at any moment..." He offers as he sits on the chair next to the chaise. Even if he had to pull it over to do so. "Is there anything else different about this time that you can tell me?"
Sinister	Sinister listens, a thing that he's sometimes good at, sometimes less so. But this time, the doctor does appear to be absorbing the tidbits like a sponge, looking at the fallen archangel at his side with his cheeks sucked in. "Please, do not take this the wrong way, I am simply explaining and this is not how I feel -overall-..." he caveats, then with another suck upon his cheeks, eventually sucks his teeth in a momentary grimace. "THe period before, even before encountering your darker half in a dream, I have been feeling disgusted. Not at you, as I said. But..." he waves a hand at the heavens and the wide. "...some of it is directed at myself I suppose, that I allowed myself to feel like I could stand in the shadow of Grace and Glory and not inevitably get burned. A little bit of me thinking this was where I deserved to be, for my hubris and arrogance. Anger. Quite a lot of that, actually... and a generalized feeling like..." he cocks his head, looking up and to the left in memory "...I let myself get taken along for the ride in mythos and confabulation. Maybe a portion of me believed that the Celestials -would- in some way be elevated. Not just blown up versions of the same arrogance and contempt that tends to fill the world. I've been feeling bitter." He thinks more on it, frowning. "It's had me being nostalgic, which is often the case with me. I do tend to think of the future in terms of the present -and- the past, in order to inform myself and my decisions. I'm not what you'd /usually/ call hasty."
Lucifer	Lucifer listens, because he is wont to do that at times himself. Wherre he will listen to everything, especially when it's got a caveat of 'not directed at you'...so he has to pay close attention to things. As Nathaniel spills the beans on how he's been feeling as a whole lately, the expressions that cover Lucifer's face range from sadness to understanding with maybe a sprinkle of anger in there. If because he knows that the fellow celestials didn't help the matter any at all. At the end of it, however, he isn't truly sure what to say. Nothing could amend the feelings of the past, and nothing will promise that these feelings won't return in the future. "No. You're not. And it's our past that defines our present and gives us our future path. But then there's also...what's the word...those that do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it?" He gives a tsk of his tongue. "I'm sorry you went through all that, and possibly more sorry that I did not notice it at times when I likely should have. We do need to learn to communicate a bit better at times, I think. And fight about lesser things like bathroom soaps..."
Sinister	"Speaking of the bathroom soaps, the one that smells like ass might be very good at getting out deep stains, but it is absolutely -the- most obnoxious thing I've had to put anywhere near my hands. You know how fastidious I am... how -could- you..." it's said in a way that's extremely droll and just to add insult to the injury, he sticks his tongue firmly in his cheek. "Well, to be fair to both of us, we were both embroiled in it and I, at least, had no familial frame of reference. And I /let/ byself get overawed. No matter what I -want- to say, I was a human being, once. Some things seem to be almost primal instinct, when it comes to such things as long-standing iconic cultural references, religions, upbringing and education. I couldn't help myself in some ways." Sin rolls his jaw, sipping his coffee. "Maybe this is why my extremis seems colder. I am only a little bit celestial, but I have a feeling some messenger RNA has had its own wicked way with me, because I didn't stop it. You reflect your mood. Maybe I do to a degree, but..." he holds up a finger "...I'm also a shapeshifter. My form -always- reflects my mood. So, relative to that?" he shrugs "...I'm clueless. It's very vexing. I miss the warmth. And the feeling. As I said, these do not feel the same, they're almost... more sensitive to some stimuli."
Lucifer	"Easily and readily, as it is because it smells like ass that it has the properties required TO get out deep stains. And what would you rather have at the end of the day? Stains forever or ass-smelling hands for a little while?" Lucifer retorts, just as deadpanned, hands behind his head as he's relaxed as can be in that chair he currently occupies. Listening further, he nods. "We were. And perhaps I was too enamoured by the moment to realize certain things. Perhaps even having turned a blind eye to you - at times - thinking it was just...you being you. Knowing that you never really had a foot in the door of religion. You grew up one way, taught yourself another. And certain religions only dictate to so many. A pillar of doubt, as the scientist you are, and here I am...physical proof of the contrary. Religion does exist. And it's a bitch." He offers this much more before lifting a single shoulder in a shrug. There's a little smirk that teases his lips as he listens to the last things that Nathaniel says. Yet he seems to only focus on one bit. "Mmn... perhaps we should test just how sensitive to...certain stimuli they are... I have a variety of tests I know I can put them through...and you along the way....if given half a chance." He stands then, waggles brows and turns in a near military precision to begin marching off towards the bedroom.
Sinister	Well, the Seraphim are the Generals of the host, aren't they? Supposedly. Atteeeeeeeeeeeenshun! Sin tracks the devil with his gaze. "You know, I mostly considered you to be you, which is a being of quite a lot of charisma, ineffable charm, a bad reputation only some of which is actually deserved and ... a very very fine arse." Got distracted there at the end. "What was I saying?" Nevermind the buzzcocks, that's a thought for a DIFFERENT time. "I'm going to make -such- a mess in there, I just know it..." So sayeth the drawing down of the blinds.