13511/Of Chaos and Misery

Of Chaos and Misery
Date of Scene:	17 June 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer is having an inner battle of...something...and Dracula stops in to visit the Lamenting Devil
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Dracula

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Lucifer has posed:
Below the Penthouse, Club Lux is silent as a graveyard. The lights off, the doors locked, and whispers may crawl among the elite that Lux never opened for the night. They'd be right. The doors remained locked, the owner deciding to keep the doors shut and the club closed for the evening.

Within the Penthouse above, a very naked Lucifer lays stretched out on his L-shaped couch. A fire crackles in the hearth, music of some popular rock band plays but he's not paying much mind to it as it's just back ground noise. He sips a whiskey, he rolls a particular coin through fingers, not really using it for it's intended purpose, but there would likely be a gentle tug on it since he is sort of focusing on the coin. Debating it's use. Debating a short disappearing act. Pondering over the ramifications if he lets Lux go without him for...a week? Perhaps two?

And in the midst of all this pondering and drinking, the Devil lies naked as the day he was created. Sort of.

Dracula has posed:
Though the elder vampire isn't what he would consider to be 'elite', it is a thing that reaches his ears as to the fact that Lux failed to open for business tonight. It was an oddity. And oddities are generally not coincidences. For a long moment, he paced the shadows in the dark of night, the fingers of one of his hands stroking his goatee.

He was wearing black, as was often the case for him, with the exception of his shirt being dark blue and the pocketsquare in it being bone white. He wasn't in need of feeding, though the hunger always -wanted-. His tongue flicks out, faintly brushing his lips. Vlad can feel the fact that the coin is not hidden away, that it is being handled by the one it is intended for. He glances towards the unconscious woman in the alley behind him, looking her over briefly. He steps over to her to lightly touch the wound at her neck from where he'd bitten her, taking a moment to erase all memory of him from her mind, and then he easily gathers his magic and teleports.

There is but one stop that he makes, and that is to the shadows within the penthouse apartment that Lucifer happens to be lounging in. He lingers within the shadows, letting his own gather around him for the space of what would be a heartbeat or two. "Something weighs upon thy mind?" he asks in a soft and dark tone, as smooth as velvet.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a sip from the glass in hand, making no cause to sit up or move entirely. The coin is, shifted to rest on a coffee table in front of the couch and then he takes a breath. "Many things weigh on my mind, Vlad. Such is a blessing and a curse I suppose." He offers this and then takes a breath that isn't needed, but such mortal-like actions seem to help convey emotions he might be struggling through - or perhaps even trying to understand.

Should once have ever taken pause to see the items upon the shelves that are within the books, there is an addition to the mantle of the fireplace. It houses a castle and a dragon - both of which are incense burners. Now something rests in the middle of them. A snoglobe - or in this case a glitter globe really - which a castle on a jaggedy hill and a dragon curled at it's base. A new piece that seems fitting in so many ways.

After a moment, and perhaps finally, Lucifer sits up and finishes the whiskey in hand. "I am almost wondering if it's even worth mentioning...or simply something I must figure out on my own.." He glances towards the gathered shadow. "Either way, it's wonderful to have you here. Would you like to come join me?"

Dracula has posed:
The Devil is watched as that sip is taken, and the elder vampire tilts his head faintly to one side as he does so. There is nary a glance given towards the coin when it is set aside, for he senses and tracks the presence of it in different means than the visual. "Such is oft the way of the world," Vlad says in a soft tone, a hint of a smile rising to the corners of his lips.

For a moment longer does he linger within the shadows that are in part real and in part of his own creation, and then he moves to step free of them. His steps are silent upon the floor, which is not entirely uncommon for him. There is a glace towards the mantle of the fireplaces, the pieces looked over before he turns his attention back to Lucifer. He touches nothing, for such is not his habit to do. "The globe is new," he observes in a soft tone, a flicker of curiosity coming to his voice.

The cane he carries is banished after only a moment. Then he finishes closing the distance to the couch, and he inclines his head towards Lucifer. "I always enjoy to be here with you, Lucifer," he says softly, a smile barely touching at the corners of his lips. "I would like that, aye. It has been a little while, yet again," he comments, sounding perhaps a touch amused.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer's eyes shift to the mantle, to the globe of which Vlad refers to, and a smile creeps upon his lips. "I spent some time with another old friend these last couple days. We went for a walk, and he purchased that for me. Called it a whimsy..." While Lucifer had tried to call it a gift. Apparently, being bought in a sort of impulsive gesture rather than being thought out considerably made a difference. The entire memory causes Lucifer to chuckle softly.

"...I suppose that is my conundrum. We have spent many times together. Had many dances. There is never a night we couldn't talk circles around each other just for the sheer fun of it.." Lucifer swirls the liquid in his glass around before taking another sip, then he sets the glass down and lights up a cigarette from a pack he had out on the coffee table. "And then these last couple days were...different. Still the same type of talks but they definitely became a lot more personal from both sides...then we gave into carnal desires, had a shower and now he's off doing..." A pause, a drag off that cigarette. "Whatever it is that Sinisters do, I suppose." Another chuckle is given.

Blue eyes shift to Vlad then, a bit more pointedly, as the man comes towards the couch. "I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't keep you closer more often. Weighing which option will keep me out of trouble...you being here or being gone..."

Dracula has posed:
The dark gaze of the vampire turns towards the snowglobe once more, and he studies it for a long moment whilst Lucifer speaks. "A whimsy, perhaps. There are other names for such things, I suppose," he says softly, considering the item for a longer moment. "I am glad that you have not been alone, these past days," he muses, turning his dark gaze slowly back to Lucifer. He eases his shoulders, softly shrugging out of the black peacoat that he wears, and then he lightly drapes it over the back of the couch.

Dracula tilts his head a touch to one side, continuing to listen as Lucifer speaks, and he gives a small nod. "It is good to have such times, to create such memories. A life should have such bright moments," he says, a thoughtful tone to his dark voice. One of his eyebrows quirks up just a touch, and he gives a small nod. A thoughtful sort of gesture. "I see. My arrival, then, is with your appetites already thusly sated, your needs tended," he says, the words falling a touch quieter into the air. He gives and offers no indication as to his particular humour, in these moments.

There is a slight gesture of his right hand, and a glass of whiskey appears in his hand. He lifts the glass, taking a sip from it. "I am uncertain which option might be the better one, for you. There is a small possibility that I may be able to keep trouble from finding you, but the opposite may be as equally possible," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice.

Lucifer has posed:
"Are there? I tried to call it a gift and was informed it was not such as gifts require more pointed thought and not just..." Lucifer waves a hand. "Impulse. I thought it was quaint. We were walking the boardwalk just a ways from here..." Having a very crude date, if one could really call it such. But there was conversation, and food, and drink. He watches as Vlad shrugs off that peacoat to drape on the back of the couch and becomes very aware of his own naked state. He does not change such.

With those further words Dracula offers, there's a flash in Lucifer's eyes as he takes a drag before ashing his cigarette and then chuckles darkly. "I would not say that....there are different needs that different people in my life fulfill. That said...you bring a hunger out of me that none but you can fill, my dearest Vlad..." He was simply...explaining his thoughts. Though now he wonders if he over shared, and a hand runs through his hair which is a sort of a washed and dried fluff on his head rather than slicked back with product, since he hadn't bothered dressing since getting out of the shower earlier in the morning.

"If trouble finds us together, we can face it together. The problem with most the trouble that waltzs into my life...it's alluring and pretty...like a forbidden ruby at the bottom of a cave of wonders." Lucifer pauses again. "...Have I hurt you?"

Dracula has posed:
"A gift, as you attempted to call it. A token. A knick knack. A tchotchke," Vlad suggests, lifting one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "Gifts can be impulsive things. Spur of the moment purchases. Not all of them require to be thought out in advance, to be planned out in full," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. "What of it was it that drew your attention to it?" he asks softly, a flicker of curiosity to his voice.

That flash which shows in Lucifer's eyes is a thing that he notices, and Vlad tilts his head faintly to one side, watching Lucifer in unblinking fashion. "We all have different needs, and different sources of seeing them satisfied or met," he says softly, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. He seems at ease and calm, but give whom he is, it could be simply a facade that he wears. He lifts the glass of whiskey, taking a sip of the amber brew. Lightly, he swirls the glass, causing the liquid within to circle about. "Mm... the hunger that lies within me is an eternal sort of beast. Unquenchable, unstoppable. Even if it is not in the foreground, it is always present," he says, a hint of a smile returning to touch the corners of his lips. He makes a slight gesture, and soft fingers of shadow lightly draw through Lucifer's hair.

"Like a raven, drawn to the thing that glitters and sparkles. To steal it away and make it a part of your hoard, even if it might be a thing that would harm you," Dracula says, inclining his head towards the Devil. And the last question seems to be weighed for a long and quiet moment by him. "There were no promises that you and I exchanged betwixt us. No oaths broken, no betrayals made. If you have, or if you have not... this answer is best not shared," he comments.

Lucifer has posed:
"It was glittery and has a dragon protecting a keep." Lucifer admits. "In my head I am the dragon and the keep is yours. Castle on the hill, ever guarded." Which was, in every way, the actual truth of what Lucifer thought when he picked up the globe to look at it in the shop. No intention to purchase, and then he came in possession of it. Which could speak wonders considering it wasn't a thought that included the person who bought it.

Listening further as Vlad speaks, he nods his head as he follows along. "You speak truths, my dearest Vlad. We both have certain thirsts that are hard or impossible to slake. I believe it's what keeps us...us..." For lack of a better way to explain it. Then he feels those fingers of shadow draw through his hair and his eyes close for a moment, basking in the feel.

"Yet I inquired and would consider it a kindness if you actually answered the question, Vlad..." He finally offers after a slightly lingering moment of silence. Those eyes open once more, vivid blue but only that. He shifts to mash out his cigarette and then rises from his seat. Naked, stroked by Dracula's shadow, he approaches the man and reaches with a single hand to cup Dracula's cheek. To gain his gaze. "There doesn't have to be promises or oaths made or broken for pain to be present. I will not press if you truly wish to not answer but...if there is a transgression, Vlad, then I would seek to right it..."

Dracula has posed:
One of the elder vampire's eyebrows quirks upwards, just a touch, at the imagery that Lucifer conjures up with his words. And his dark gaze turns slowly back over to the snowglobe, as though studying it in the cast of a new light. There is the slightest shift, brought about by Dracula's magic, a minute series of small changes and alterations to the castle keep within the snowglobe to turn it into a reflection of his own castle keep. And it almost seems to gain a sort of atmosphere, within the globe, a shadow to the keep, as though sunlight falls filtered upon it and yet a certain internal gloom to lurk within it.

Then does Dracula's gaze turn to Lucifer and he inclines his head towards the Devil. "And now it is as you envisioned it to be," he says, his voice rich and soft. He lifts his glass of whiskey, taking a small sip of it to savour the brew of it, the flavour. Alcohol does naught for him, but he does still enjoy the flavour of it. "Always will we be whom we are, and always will our natures force us to be true to them," he muses, his tone thoughtful in nature. "Unless ever there were to come a time when we are lured to shed the mantles of Lordship that we wear, and that I doubt. We both are fond of the power that we have, the scope and depth that it grants us," he adds. And to Lucifer, it might well feel as though a hand gently cups at the back of his head, the fingers remaining entwined within his hair.

"Yes," Vlad says, tilting his head faintly to one side. "You did inquire. You did not cause there to be a hurt put upon me by thus sharing of your recent days. I will not seek to have any manner of control over whom you spend your time with, over whom you share your bed and your desires with," Dracula says, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. He watches Lucifer's approach, and he lightly leans into the touch to his cheek, his dark gaze meeting the Devil's blue one. "Ye need not set things to right, Lucifer," Vlad says in a quiet voice, lifting his free hand to rest it at Lucifer's bare side. "Nary a transgression has been made, and there is no wrong that needs be put to rights," he adds, sincerely.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glances, and as the scene within the globe shifts, he actually gives a smile. "Ah, yes. That is perfect...except for the glitter but... does it snow at your keep?" He'll likely change it himself. Maybe even go so far as enchant it so it does different things. Though nothing will pierce the shadow, of course. Far be such."

Once again he's listening, and even giving a slight chuckle. "If ever either of us are lured to shed such a thing...I hope the other is present to slap us out of it..." Offering this much before he feels that hand cupping the back of his head. Oh such things those shadows can do - and there are plenty of thoughts that fill Lucifer's mind in the moment. To the point that he shivers at the thought and his eyes fill with hunger - which may not be the only part of him which responds to such.

"I will, however, be a little more diligent in the future. I over shared. I do not wish to inspire jealousy or anger from you, dear Vlad...and it is obvious you mean much to me." A pause. "I do not have to tell you things, as I am sure you are aware even minutely that such exist.." And at this point, that seems to be something that will not change between them. What Lucifer almost wonders, but also fears, is when that may change. Not only between himself and Vlad...but what about this other? Not to mention, Lucifer has recently been dropped like a bad habit by someone - the Devil's pride wounded by such an action. Never the less, all seems to fade as hands touch and gazes meet. "I am glad this did not harm you, and that there are no transgressions to fix..." A breath. "...Thank you for answering me."