13635/A brand new you

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A brand new you
Date of Scene: 18 July 2021
Location: Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis: Mortal Lucifer has some interesting reactions. Also you should never give a telepath hallucinogens.
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer




Sinister has posed:
This week has had a certain absentia to it -- that is by no means that no contact has been had between the devil and his geneticist, but it has mostly been mind to mind. Small conversations through the day, conjecture and pillow talk at night, but on the whole, the physical has been absent. Sin, you see, has been a busy little beaver, attending to a lot of things in NYC and elsewhere that he considered needed the personal touch.

It's mid evening on a Saturday night, the prime time for the beginnings of a night to remember at Lux, which likely doesn't make it the best timing of all timings that ever were, but Lucifer's phone dings with a short video. It's himself, asleep, floating in a tank of slightly greenish blue liquid, the fluid slowly draining from the shot -- "All intact, practically perfect in every way, Mister Poppins."

Lucifer has posed:
One can most certainly become busy when they have several fingers and a few tentacles in many pots. So while the absence made the physical missed, the mental conversations and pillow talk sustained the Devil, and over all he surely understood the why as a whole. It did help, in some way, to force Lucifer to be a little more attentive to things within Lux, make a deal or few, and enjoy a meal of sinful delights every night.

So, while sitting in the VIP lounge sipping whiskey and enjoying listening to the music and overlapping conversations, when his phone dings he is actually able to pay attention to it. It's a little odd, no matter how much or little one is prepared, to see a form of themselves floating in a tank. He gives a little smile and then shoots off a text, "It's marvelous. And somehow frightening. Well done, my love."

Sinister has posed:
<<I think you came out quite nicely, overall. You look so innocent in repose, too.>> Sinister's mind is a chuckle of dark chocolate laced in cocaine. <<I will meet you at home later. I need to run the post incubation examinations and run an electro-cardio stimulation, make sure it's all toned up.>>

A pause.

<<You might want to pick some poisons for tonight.>>

Lucifer has posed:
<<Looks can be quite deceiving my dearest.>> Lucifer offers, enjoying that dark chuckle. <<I look forward to it, and to you.>> This and then there's that pause and the suggestion to pick up some poisons. Lucifer figures that Sinister means such things both figurative and literally...not that he minds. Poisons come in many forms after all, and Lucifer has ways of obtaining all sorts. Drugs, a small variety of them, as well as a literal poison or two that are not deadly but perhaps...interesting to experience.

At least nothing extremely taxing or time consuming happens at Lux. There comes a point where Lucifer is quite satisfied that things are all in place and can be cared for without his presence. Perhaps, also, there is a certain anticipation for what is to come tonight, or in the next day or so. Never the less, time passes, and soon Lucifer is lounging in the penthouse, sipping whiskey and waiting.

Sinister has posed:
And patience shall bear fruit, eventually. At the witching hour, the circle of electricity opens in the middle of the elegantly attired penthouse and the imminent presence becomes palpable as Nathaniel descends through the hole he made in reality, to alight like a dancer on the balls of his feet, striding into motion as it closes above his head. In his arms, dressed in little more than a swaddle of silk sheet, is the body. We'll just call it a body at the moment.

It breathes of course, a dead weight in the man's arms, but there is tonality that says the parasympathetic nervous system works just fine. "Darling..." a kiss first, then laying the body gently down upon the longest end of the couch, Sinister strokes the dark hair of the slumbering, then slides in beside the wakeful, offering the same affection. "I am not ashamed to say, I have missed you."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches the circle of electricity as it forms and opens until Nathaniel gracefully steps out of it and continues his walk. He glances to the body the man carries in his arms and then back to the face of his lover fair. Yes, we will just call it a body for now, as that is all it truly is without the consciousness of mind.

The kiss of greeting is returned and then he watches as Nathaniel lays the body on the couch before sliding in close to him. Hair strokes, another kiss offered, and Lucifer also noses into the man for a moment, taking in a breath that carries Sinister's scent. "I am glad you're not ashamed to say such. I have missed you as well, my dear Nathaniel."

Sinister has posed:
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, my nanny was fond of saying," Nathaniel brushes his thumb over the tip of the devil's chin, then twists himself to lean in for a proper hug, resting his own on one shoulder and supplimenting the embrace with an arm, the other used to brace and hold his position. "All was well, over the week?" is asked in a murmur.

He smells ever so slightly of cleaning products, which is not a foul scent and beneath that, the musky edge of slight spice on the nostrils that seems to have become pervasive about him. Whatever physical changes had yet to be completed, seem to have rounded themselves off now, also. He's smoother, mildly more tapered, chisseled rather than hewn.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer offers a soft chuckle and a nod of his head. "I have heard that saying before. Always thought it was slight nonsense." A pause, some weight of thought given. "I believe, now, that I simply did not understand it before you came into my life. Every absence alights bigger emotions when I do get to see you again. All good ones of course." He offers this much more, and then finds himself within a proper hug, squeezing Nathaniel's form a bit in the process. "It was a good week, yes. Made a few light deals, got my fill of sinful delights. And now there is you. The cherry on top."

The scents are taken in, that bit of 'clean' is likely expected considering what the man has been up to. Then there's that gentle note of musked spice. A thing which Lucifer has come to enjoy each time he's within Sinister's presence. Shifting back after a moment, he shifts a hand to stroke against Nathaniel's cheek, a thumb brushing against the other man's chin. "You're different. Not in a bad way...but...I believe I've had an adjustment to your looks. Smooth and chisseled. Handsome. Very much so."

Sinister has posed:
"I am happy to hear it. The wellspring of emotion runs very deep, when it's allowed to, I suppose. And you have taken the phrase 'getting under my skin' so much more literally than I would ever have believed when I first met you," Chuckling at this, Sinister eases back enough to look with those red eyes softened in affection. He then glances down at himself.

"I believe you have. You are lean and modelesque tall dark and handsome, I think the splice met me a bit of the way to you. I like it. I feel like my edges have been polished," Nathaniel chuckles, resting his face against the hand in contact, dipping his chin to nip the pad of that thumb playfully, eyes are then cast to the Body. "Are you excited at the possibilities?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmn, yes. Sometimes I think it does it even without allowance. I surely never thought or meant to fall in love with anyone. A bit of that was always because I thought myself incapable, but as we have discovered, such was not the case." Lucifer offers, a slight shiver offered as he feels the pad of his thumb nipped. "Mmn, I think a little splice of me looks very good on you. You look like your edges have been polished, defined a bit. It's magnificent."

He shifts his gaze to the body in question then and gives a little nod of his head. "Excited, yes. Perhaps even slightly terrified for some reason. Then again, I always seem to have a grasp of things...and this...is completely unknown territory. Something I have never done or experienced before. It's quite thrilling."

Sinister has posed:
"Novelties are one of my specialties. That and doing the impossible," Sinister chuckles, stroking fingers through the ebony coiffe and its debonnaire style. He scratches at the nape of the neck then coaxes Lucifer to look him in the eye, smoothing his hand around to cupping cheek, within the 'hand' grip -- thumb beneath lip, index at temple, middle and ring at the jaw behind the ear and pinky cradling the very edge, amidst the stubble. Leaning in, he says a soft "Ready?" in the ear, before kissing deeeeeeeeeeply. Somehow it tingles.

There's always a Sin in the mind. With the tingling, it diffuses into the forefront of the mind, like having stood up way too quickly and the presence of Nathaniel Essex 'catches' the bouyancy within himself.

Moments pass like this, floating in a kiss, all pains and troubles gone, in a happy fluffy place. And then...

Different sensation. A kiss still, but now horizontal rather than vertical and that slithery warmness of silk against the skin felt all over where it swaddles. And the powerful -need- to breathe.

Lucifer has posed:
There's not much in the way of response that Lucifer can give before he's captured in that very deep and quite tingly kiss. Of course there is always a Sin on the mind, especially with how they're connected. Then he feels his mind sort of...go. Like it's been broken in twain but not in any damaging way. It's a bit hard to explain, but it's fine. It's all fine.

Right?

It all sort of cascades, collapses, and rises again. Then it settles and for a moment, there's the kiss. A conscious kiss but is also horizontal instead of mostly vertical. Then comes the screaming. Not a literal screaming, but the kind that comes from lungs that have been deprived. Oh. Right. BREATH. He pulls from the kiss? And then takes an actual breath. Then another. "Well hells bells. I'm alive."

Sinister has posed:
"Often. Most days of the week, I'm sure," Sinister's deep voice rumbles through ears that currently haven't ever heard that voice before, and yet of course, they have. Mind, those ears haven't heard Lucifer's OWN voice, either, so it's all good. And new. Like the new-car smell of existence. The Doctor's hand is a weight against the chest, heat through the warmth of the silk. "Everything might be a bit... jangly for a minute or two, as everything gets used to being used consciously. It all works properly, I assure you."

Slipping a hand beneath Lucifer's shoulders, Sin helps him upright, glancing along the couch to the relaxed and 'sleeping' form of the archangel with all archangel parts attached. "Yep, you do look very innocent when you're asleep."

Lucifer has posed:
Oh that's all a bit...awkward and yet not. A sort of haze that is there but also isn't. An interesting thing to experience for sure. Lucifer can actually feel his heart beating, and every breath becomes both conscious and unconscious in effort. Like once he's trained the lungs to breathe, they begin to realize and do on their own. Eyes shift to take in the sight of Nathaniel, again both familiar and new. "You're quite the looker, you know?" Oh. His voice. Again. Weird and yet not. That hand on him gives warmth and he sucks in a deeper breath while smiling. "Hm. Interesting."

Then he's being helped to sit up, and begins sort of peeling himself out of the silks he's wrapped in. A look over to himself, his real self, which is now 'sleeping' and he chuckles. "I will have to take your word for it. I do not see innocence when I look at myself sleeping..." He offers and then shifts a little more. Right, movement is an effort, breathing is not. There's a word for both but he can't think of it in the moment. "Why do I feel so cold?"

Sinister has posed:
"Why, thank you. Personally, I find you to be extremely attractive yourself. It's the whole..." Sinister waves his hand gracefully and lazily at the whole affair, smiling just a little wickedly with it. "MMmmm, yes, very intoxicating. Wholely distracting. Utterly appreciated." He pauses, glancing at the slumbering archangel and the awake Luci-in-a-skin-suit. "Another thing my nanny used to say; just to hyperbolize how terrible I was when awake. Not that I was, of course. Model goody two-shoes, when I was little, I swear." He draws an 'x' over his heart, then considers the current predicament. "Well, that would be because you're not wearing anything underneath the sheet, which you're peeling off of yourself." He considers, clicks fingers and leans toward the newborn man. "Here, let me get that..."

Placing his hand upon the freshly minted skin of Lucifer's chest where he's sat, there's a look of concentration from Essex, eyelids lowering to half mast as he tilts his head back to view protracted. Dark aubergine fabric scurries from his palm, spreading out over skin and enfolding, followed by a deeper midnight purple waistcoat and ooooooooooooh, fwee, silk boxers, beneath brushed suede pants and a jacket of he same material, two perfect shades darker than the shirt. It billows out, then tightens, adjusts to form, clings and becomes a solid sheath around his beloved. Removing his hand, he holds it just so, as if contemplating the finished product on a make-over by the Fab Five and flourishes his wrist, producing a pale violet kerchief, to tuck just perfectly into the breast pocket with a pat-pat.

Lucifer has posed:
"Why do I not believe that you were, in fact, a novel goody two shoes?" Mortal-Lucifer questions with a smirk. A thought, yes, he remembers a bit so that much is in place. A mind is a terrible thing to lose after all. "Well I wanted to move about and you had me wrapped in silks, so while comfortable to a point I have to peel them off in order to move about." He says with a chuckle and then tilts his head as Nathaniel clicks fingers and offers his assistance.

Assistance which comes in the form of Mortal-Lucifer now wearing Nathaniel-skin in the form of a nicely adorned suit. The color of eggplant, a nice deep purple that he actually adores, and layers that match. As it all comes together, he finishes peeling off the silk sheets and then shifts to sit more properly on the couch just as Nathaniel finally adds that violet kerchief to his breast pocket. He smirks. Offers a kiss. "Mmn, this is very nice...very nice indeed. Love the color."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, no, no. I was. Just standard child-hood rebellions. Otherwise, I was a dilligent student, top marks from all my tutors, excellent character references, recommendations to preparatory and a Dean's letter of commendation to Oxford University. I didn't dabble where I was not supposed to socially; what I was guilty of was reading provocative literature and believing fervently that there was more to existance than met the eye. Face values, not something I have every ascribed to, as far as I can tell..." And then when the suit is appreciated, he smiles, very pleased with the response, even more so when he's rewarded for it. The returned affection is given lingeringly. "I'm glad you like..."

Gesturing to the drink's cabinet, he starts off rather simply, by floating over a stiff whiskey. "You say you like the flavour. Maybe you'll like the feel, also. How are you adjusting? Anything glaringly and starkly absent that ought not be?"

Lucifer has posed:
"What was considered provocative literature in the 1800s? I am actually curious." Lucifer questions this as he's given the suit and then he rewards for it. A smirk. A nuzzle into his lover's neck a moment to scent and feel...there is something he cannot explain in this. Perhaps it's because the body is new to it all but the mind is familiar but there is something a bit *more* to the touches and over all sensations.

"I do indeed like the flavor. I have heard from some people that it actually burns when being drank. So this will prove interesting..." He offers this while taking the glass in hand, but before anything else he considers that last question. "Mmn... not that I can seem to figure out right this moment. For now everything seems to be in perfect order." This, and then he raises his glass and takes a long drink. Then sort of winces and quickly sets the glass down before coughing sharply and holding a hand against his chest. "...Wooo..."

Sinister has posed:
More nuzzles, so very much appreciated with a rumble of sound at the attention bestowed.
RThe laugh that pours out of Nathaniel Essex at that reaction is pure pleasure and joy in the moment. A rarity for him, in most of his life. He even slaps a thigh at it and nods. "Just a little bit, on the burn," he comments then declares "...that was absolutely without price." An encouraging gesture is given to try more of the ouisca. "That would be why the first nations called it Fire-water, my darling Samael." Swinging himself around, he leans himself in a twisted fashion beside Lucifer, blocking the /man's/ view of his angelic self, elbow propped on the couch back and legs crossing at the knee, tucking his uppermost foot behind his calf to keep it a place for everything and everything in its place.

A brief stroke of cheek and jaw, falling from chin to the undone collar of the shirt, to rest his index over the dip of clavicle. Hesitation is a hallmark, the herald of deliberation and intent, to place a meaningful touch thereafter, again open palmed to the chest, over the heart, sliding down the midline to resting the hand on one knee. He squeezes, the smile on his face /anything/ but a smirk.

"It began with Empirical philosophy and philosophy of mind; Descartes, John Locke... Then the writings then of Jean-Baptiste Lamarck. The treatise of Alfred Russell Wallace..." He shrugs, aaaalmost hesitantly but ultimately accepting. "The fall from my own grace, as an anglican christian. The deus ex machina, of life itself and our consciousness. I think that's where I found you first, in the question of divine design, versus ultimate insanity of the possibilities inherant. For example, in what universe and under what unthinking hand or eye, dares frame the symmetry of a bombardier beetle? Or the symphony of coincidence that is a peacock mantis shrimp. The first truths of evolution and mutation, made obvious in the animal kingdom, where a creature can create napalm out of its abdomen, or literally punch through bullet proof glass. Design has little to do with it, perfection of necessity... a lot. Some might have seen the reverse, but that is a perverse logic, as what we are now is not what we were then." He shrugs his shoulders lightly, for there's a lot in that and yet, his lover is the first of the Archangels.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer eyes the glass of amber liquid for a moment and then seems to consider something while picking it up again. "Well. I can definitely, now, feel why they did. That burned something fierce, and yet settled almost immediately into something soothing." He offers and then takes another sip of the drink, a slight wince follows, but he's more adept to it now and simply withstands before seeming satisfied. Returning the glass to the table, he watches as Nathaniel sort of pretzels himself in some way. That physical touch is accepted, drank in, and Lucifer notices his breath getting a bit faster for a moment.

Other things begin to occur as well. Rise to the occasion as it were.

He listens to the listings and explanations of literature and forward thinking. A tilt of his head as he nods and follows along. "Evolution is certainly a thing, otherwise existence would never have come as far along as it has. Though I can surely see why such thinking in the 1800s would be highly frowned upon. Not that much has changed in two centuries except more people believe it and have proven it to be such." A shrug then. "I should try walking I think..."

Sinister has posed:
"And yet there's still a goodly amount of idiots that like to think the world is only five hundred years old, or so..." Sinister muses, looking rather fleetingly but pointedly at the rise of events. He squeezes the knee, pats it once and relinquishes as Lucifer seeks to stand.

Leaning back, he gestures at the floor, noting simply this: "Be aware the first time you ever walk, your feet are going to hurt. The plantar nerves are a sensitive bunch. If you need me to catch you, well... I shall. If you don't want me to, I shall endeavor not to think about it too much." He grins at that last, then cheekily adds: "Before you stand, you might want to adjust. If you don't you're going to catch on seams, then when you stand up, your body is going to tell you that that's an interesting and rather uncomfortable..." he stops, thinks about it "...actually, carry on."

Lucifer has posed:
"And that it is also flat." Lucifer chimes in before giving a shrug and a smirk. Looking to the hand that squeezes and pats his knee before it relinquishes it's touch. Eyes shift to those red orbs and his smirk softens to a smile before he nods. "Right then."

It's a conscious effort, to decide to stand up and walk. A little bit more willpower used when the body hasn't actually done the command. Ever. He also listens to the advice that Nathaniel begins to provide him and nods once. "Alright. I think I have it." He offers this much and then shifts a bit, adjusts, feet flat on the floor before he shifts to actually stands. There's a slight wobble, barely noticeable, and then a pause so that Lucifer can determine that he's actually balanced. Then one foot in front of the other, he steps once. Twice, and then simply begins to walk, like it's always been second nature. "Well. That wasn't so bad. In fact, I almost feel like dancing..."

Sinister has posed:
"And that, yes. I wonder how they'd justify my snapshot, sometimes..." Sinister settles himself, twisting around so that he might watch the work of walking, resting arms just so, on the back of the couch. The untwisting twistiness has his legs detangling from their previous pretzel, also. "Dancing? Ahh, me, I do love it when excellence proves to be repeatable. What kind of dancing, twinkletoes?" The grin is dimpled, it's so wide.

The position didn't last long, really, as he rolls to his feet and slinks closer with that commanding way of walking, moving to circle his lover. "A waltz, perhaps?" doing a quick one-two-three, with his hands held to an invisible partner. "A fox-trot?" One-two, One-two, as he comes back around again. "Maybe a little modern disco?" Spinning on the spot, he moves his arms in a 'sine wave', then spins on his heel in a tight grip, letting rhythm take his spine into the final jazz-hands pose.

Lucifer has posed:
"Wouldn't matter. They would claim it fake. Like they do with all the images, even the real time ones, that scientists and astronauts take all the time." Comes Lucifer's next comment before the subject changes to dancing. Watching as his lover rises to his feet and comes closer, circling and then parading into a series of various dances.

He watches, and there's a laugh when Sinister ends with those jazz hands before a look comes over Lucifer's face. He claps twice, and suddenly the room is filled with music. A specific kind of music. He approaches Nathaniel and sweeps the man into his arms. "With you, my love, I believe I shall tango..." Which is precisely the music that begins to play.

Sinister has posed:
"Ooooh," one of the jazz hands flourishes and like a stage magician, there's a red rose in his grip. It's no more a rose than those clothes on Lucifer are fabricated by wheft and warp. It's ferried to teeth and hands rearrange; one to hand, one to waist, beneath Lucifer's. 'Tis the devil that's leading this dance. "I've not done this one often, only during the civil war, when the armies were rolling over the hills of Catalonia..." he informs, but again, it's helpful to be able to read intent. He is passable in this, as he was when they swung to the '20's down below.

Cheek to cheek, there is firey emotion in the tango, but nowhere near as much as the flamenco. Maybe that would be a sight to see.

"Coordination seems to be on track, good good good...."

Lucifer has posed:
The Devil does, indeed, lead this dance - and there's a grin that comes across his lips as he sees that rose form and ferried to teeth. Hand to hand, hand to waist, and off they go. Lucifer counts in his head, but his motions from feet to hands, body movements, it's all as fluid as water in a stream. He'll even attempt to claim the rose - or at least the lips that surround it should thorns dare to cut into skin.

"A lot of things seem to be going quite well so far. This is a wonderful version of me...and I can feel..." He chuckles, and then becomes acutely aware of his breathing. "That I may need a moment, in a moment. Stamina...is a thing...I suspect."

Sinister has posed:
"Yes, which I can't do anything about..." Rose ferried from one set of teeth to the other, WITH an accompanying kiss, Nathaniel watches intensely at the pace of breathing. "First outing, I think you might want to take it a bit easy, hot sweaty out of breath isn't always a good look on a person." He winks, but there is a measure of concern.

Hips bump, he draws face to face with the teasing points of contact that a tango is meant to produce, then relaxes back a step, making to check over his partner physically. And it does come, after a pat of shoulders, check of the line of torso and hip; he steps behind, takes that stance and grip at the pelvis, and says it. "Turn your head and cough for me?" Oooh-er, missus. Feel. Check. Feel. Check!

A kiss is placed at the jugular from behind, then at the join of shoulder, accompanied by a wash of breath over the sensitive skin there. "Do you not normally feel, so much?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Perhaps that is a set of instructions I should adhere to." Taking it easy that is, as Lucifer is fast learning that his mortal body is not so capable of doing all the things his archangel body can. At least not for the same sustained amount of time, and with this being the first go, it's absolutely killing him.

He turns his head, coughs, all in all he's fine. Just winded. Tired. And perhaps even a bit humiliated. "I do, but normally not so quickly. I think I might have pushed a little too much in this first go." He frowns a little. "I have found the first flaw of humanity that I do not like. At all." A pause, and he plucks the rose from his mouth. "...I believe I might need to sit again, my love. I am sorry..."

Sinister has posed:
"I completely understand. I got so fed up with my own lacks, that I ... well, you know what I've done. I think we might want to get a small gym set up for you though. I think when inclined, you'll take a measure of stubborn determination in building that stamina up - plus the burn is quite a thrill. But for now," Sinister escorts Lucifer back to the seats, gesturing with a genteel bow toward it. "Perhaps you should indulge in less energetic explorations?"

He glances about, searching the surfaces here and there, then looking to the slumbering immortal half. "Did you pick your poisons?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer moves with Nathaniel back to the couch, giving a soft chuckle and a nod. "A small gym might not be a bad idea anyway...for the just in cases." He offers and then settles on the couch with a slow sigh. "Mmn, perhaps I should, and I believe I know just what to explore..."

Course, it would seem that Sinister is reading the Devil's mortal mind as he asks about the poisons that were suggested to be picked up. "Well, yes, and I wasn't entirely sure how literal you really meant so.." He opens a small drawer on a side table and pulls out a variety of drugs, and even a few actual small vials of liquid poisons. "I went a couple ways..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister arches his eyebrows up, the doctor in him going into analysis mode as he floats the drugs up in a little symphony of aeronautical proportions, eyes narrowing as the glimmer in the mind quietly and swiftly catalogues the side effects of each. A few get dismissed because of this, at least for a first indulgence, JUST because well... this is a brand new bag for papa, so to speak. He ends up with stoned, dancing with molly or tripping the light fantastic. Along with Laudenum, Amyll Nitrate (poppers) and of course, good old nicotine. Pack of cigarettes definitely made it to that mix. "What tickles your fancy, then?" This is asked as he hunts for the sound system remote, to change the tango music to something a little different.

"By the by, if I choose, I can allow drugs to influence me. I just thought I'd share that, at this juncture." He checks his cuffs, though he doesn't currently have any and glances at himself, critically. "Hmmmm..." colour is allowed in, tiny metamorphoses eliminating the inhuman and today, his eyes settle on steel grey. A rifle of his hands through his hair gets it to just a little shaggy, rather than long and sleek.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, I don't want to just dive right in." Lucifer admits while glancing over the items and the additions that Nathaniel adds to the mix. He actually reaches for the safest thing out of all the options (well, what could be considered 'safe') and grabs the cigarettes. He still has a bit of whiskey to drink as well - and what could be better than a cigarette and some whiskey.

"Yes I do believe I remember that from other conversations, but it's nice to be reminded. Especially because that means we can go on these rides together. Unless you'd rather stay of sober mind in case something happens to me." He offers this and then reaches for an ashtray and lighter from that side table. "I have to keep reminding myself that I can't just float things over or manifest something in thin air right now." He chuckles at that. "Do you have a preference of poison?"

Sinister has posed:
"If I have to become sober, I can. Few things hold firm on my system, your blood was... one." Sinister replies, smiling at the cigarettes selected, bringing over a decanter of single malt with a gesture so it's in reach. He sets a cigarette to his own lips also, waiting on the lighter to set the end a'flame. "Exploring the sensations at your own pace is fine though-- whatever you are, you are impulsive in respect to the feels, so whatever is calling to you is what ought to be next on the docket, in my opinion. As to my preference? I've never done much Molly. Seen the effects plenty of times on other people, but I never had any reason to use it. I'm not ... well..." he pauses, presses his lips firmly an frowns a bit, eyes ticking as he tries to find the right words "...I wouldn't call myself a stick in the mud, but the whole experience of living in your life, well, it's entirely new."

Just leaving that there, he inhales a deep lungful, blowing it toward the ceiling and watching it go where he wants it to, he leans himself back against the couch, resting his head there. "From the way you reacted in Paris, I suspect the life I lead is very different from your experiences also, as you definitely seemed moved in mysterious ways."

Lucifer has posed:
"No drug would ever affect me, so I have never tried anything. Like you, I have seen plenty of people on different types of drugs. It's why I chose a few more psychadelic trippers than other types." Cause there were shrooms, and a sheet of acid. Lucifer lights up and then passes the lighter over before taking a small hit off the cigarette. A very slight coughing fit ensues, but nothing more, and he takes bigger draws until he's drawing normal sized drags. "Mmn...hmmn...I feel a bit...tingly...and light headed." He looks to the stick and considers it. "Interesting."

A thought then as he glances to his lover. "Indeed. The life you lead has many different sides and angles, I am enthralled by it. My existence - to a point - was quite...linear. Believe it or not. I had a part to play and I played it well."

Sinister has posed:
"And that I can believe," Sinister responds, considering Lucifer as he draws on the smoke, nodding a few times at the physiological response. The Acid tabs had made it to the shortlist, to trip the light fantastic. Shrooms not so much, those can have a bit of a random effect, less pharmacologically predicated. "I'll admit, I've imagined that. Being the jailer and warden, both. I have immense patience, but that I feel would have broken me eons ago. I admire you for it." He flicks ash off the end, shaves the cherry to a cone telekinetically and watches it drift to the tray. Lucifer is watched sidelong once again. "I've strived my entire life. Set goals and worked to achieve them, been ambitious, I suppose. I still have them. But then, I've similarly been wrapped up in happenstance and circumstance and simply taken advantage of it where I could." He pauses, then abruptly...

"Tell me honestly, what did you think of me the first time you met me? I recollect how I thought and felt at the time, which I'll be happy to share, but it has been a curiosity, to me."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. I can see how I'm warden. I suppose I can see how I'm jailer as well. Provided you were using that reference as a sort of comparison to you and me. There were other parts I played. Tempter. Hedonist. A touch of jealousy here. Pride there." Lucifer takes another drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke upwards. "You have done quite well for yourself I think, my love. And I believe you will continue in that same direction. Ever onwards and upwards."

That last question has Lucifer pausing a moment and thinking back. "Honestly? The precise first time we met was a bit of a... interesting one. I wasn't sure what to think of you. You had come asking for a favor, I couldn't quite place a finger of thought on you. Which interested me, but not enough to grab quite a hold. No. That happened later." He pauses. "So at first you were merely just another in and out for a favor." He smirks. "Look at how far we've come."

Sinister has posed:
"I had a feeling. I was quite reserved, at the time. It's a thing," Another deep drag follows, blowing smoke rings toward the roof tiles, he watches as one passes through the first, and aims a third, so a target dissipates in the air above their heads. The rest he exhales like a dragon, through his nose, narrowing his regard to a haze of lashes. "I had actually come to Lux on a whim, through reputation and considered the entire situation as something I simply wanted to test. To see if there was a grain of truth to the underground rumour. Initially, I will admit to being dissapointed, particularly with your songstress, more than you. I understand where -you- were coming from." He flicks ash once again, pondering.

"But beyond that, my first impressions were quite lasting. Of you, you were the kind of individual that draws me like a magnet, but that I set up an instant rivalry in my own mind with. Charming, aloof, but personable at the same time. Far more attractive generally speaking, than I can ever muster. I unnerve people, I find, unless I am on my a-game the entire interaction and that is tiring. Arrogant, too, but... I took it seriously, when you laid subtle threat and ground rules on your people. I very nearly never came back. But you? You are strangely... persistent. I kept thinking about you at odd moments. When I was working on Giles, it became quite vivid. That's why I must admit, that I returned to Lux. I very nearly didn't. Part of me wants to say it was the fellow countryman vibe, or somesuch nonsense, as I know you're no more English than I am Chinese. But I would be lying. I don't like the thought of doing that with you. I suppose, in the end of it all, I felt kinship. I would have reacted the exact same way, if you had been playing with one of my pets." Pets? Yes, pets. "Maybe I was projecting."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer continues smoking and drinking, listening to everything that Nathaniel is saying. In this instance, he listens to *everything* that is said, without interjecting anything into the speech - per se - that would interrupt Nathaniel's explaining. At the end of it all, he nods his head and mashes out a finished cigarette while taking the last swig of his whiskey.

"That songstress turned out to be quite the pain in the ass. Fist raised for the fight, but then she relied on others too much to fight for her rather than with her. Other than that, she was also turning out to be a real play thing. Which I could respect for anyone else than with someone who would say to my face that they are loyal to their loved one...but then turn around and..." He waves a hand. "Anyway. Neither here nor there really. You had visited a few times, and then I noticed you stopped coming around. I hadn't really thought about why even if I had my inklings. And I am not the type to force someone into anything they do not wish to do when there is clear intent not to do it. Being on the fence about something, I'll give a push. Otherwise.." He shrugs. "So color me surprised when you returned, and upon such a return...something blossomed that not even I could have expected or predicted. I do agree, however, that in some way we are kin. You said it yourself sometime recently. We're different enough that people ask how, but similar enough that our bond makes sense to us...which is all that truly matters." He pauses a moment before shifting his gaze to catch Nathaniel's own. "I truly do love you."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister offers the same respect as Lucifer speaks, silent until the end with no interjection, until his gaze is saught. Then, he matches eye to eye, dark blue to steel grey. There's an almost shy look-away, then back, a hesitant quirk of lips that is just there. "Twenty first century, no? About time I dragged myself into it." He says this quietly, reaching for a hand to squeeze, his own smoke one drag from death. It's taken, extinguished with thought and left in the air to float to where it belongs. He reaches forth with the hand that polluted, making a single point of contact, of hand cupping skull -- he rests his forehead against Lucifer's and says not a word, his thumb simply rubbing the back of the other man's skull as he closes his eyes.

"I don't say it lightly, but I mean it. I love you, also." It doesn't get old.

Then he's reaching his other hand up, catching the floating strip of Acid and bringing it to hover there, between them both. No hesitation in the licking of one of the little devil-face stickers from the strip and he settles back, leaning like the tower of pisa, until he's resting his temple on a mortal, cloned shoulder. "Think like a scientist, think like a scientist, think like a scientist. Trust you know the man in the mirror and the one behind him."

Lucifer has posed:
"You and me both. There are plenty of ways that I am still old school. More than even you are, I think. You pointed that out to me as well." A bit roughly, but none the less true once Lucifer actually took the time to think about it. He watches as Nathaniel puts out that cigarette and then there's a touch. A single contact, before foreheads meet and he feels the rubbing of that thumb. A moment. He drinks it in, as well as the words offered.

Then the moment passes and there's a floating strip of acid between them, of which Nathaniel takes a lick of one of those devil-faced stickers and so Lucifer does this as well on another panel. A thought and then he simply leans back and lets his eyes flutter closed. It might be slow, it might be quick, but the trip will happen and he just sort of waits for it to do it's thing - however it might occur.

Sinister has posed:
"Not .... quite what I meant... but I'll go with it," Sinister laughs a bark of a laugh, and turns his face from the light, to the back of the couch, the turn of shoulder and the haze of hair and shadow that excludes the world. "Oh, the other thing. Yes, that was... was..." silence follows, but is chased with a chuckle "...different. Think like a scientist, right? You can't think like a scientist and an anthropologist, but that's a paradox! Because anthropology is a science. Sociology, philosophy, too. Socio-anthropologically, I am a recent addition to the twenty first century man. I got mad skills, though." Silence again follows.

"You know, I just confirmed your century disjunct. Go me!" Altogether here, altogether soon-to-be there, he eases, like he's melting, into physical contact. Melting might still occur, who knows? "Precisely two women and one man. Sucky odds in two hundred years. I am going to ring up my loyalty card. I think I earned a crystal decanter and wine glass set in austrian crystal. I do not have air miles."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tries to follow along, he really does, but then there's not much to really follow along with. Sinister is just commenting on things, really. "Well it was different, but there was truth in it, and in the end of all things we were able to work some things out I believe." He offers this with a smile, letting his head loll over to the side so he can face Sinister. "You do have mad skills. You are a testament to that...and then there's this.." He gestures to himself.

"My century disjunct?" He asks, tilting his head one way and then the other. Watching as Sinister seems to melt into the couch, in that sort of being all lazy and limber sort of way. Then he smirks. "Countless. But... I doubt we should be counting. You seem to be the sort who cares about who you're sleeping with and or falling for. Whereas... well..." He shrugs. "For me sex is sex. Making love is making love. Emotional investment makes it different...and..." He chuckles a little, lolling his head a bit in another direction. "I lost my train of thought...and I can taste color..."

Sinister has posed:
"The thing of it is..." SInister begins, lolling a bit further and sort of flopping over when his prop has become a slump. He inches himself upright again, one elbow shove against the back of the couch at a time. "What was I saying? THe thing. The thing of it is..." -- And then there's a giraffe in the room. It's standing there, looking at them both from its purple and yellow coloured coat of splendor with ludicrously long lashes and a long, lollopy tongue. "Marrrrrrp." It says.

Sinister stares at it, "...oh, that's me wondering how strange evolution is. Not sure about the colour. You know, if you lie down your heart stops." "Maaaaaaaaarp." "Yes. And the amount of blood pressure in your neck when you dip your head to drink would cause spontaneous aneurisms in human beings. True fact."

He looks at the giraffe and gestures at it a few times, until it turns into all manner of geometric shapes, before vanishing. "I remember now why I had to think like a scientist. psychoactive psychadelic drugs on a telepath are a bit interesting."

Lucifer has posed:
"Hmm?" Lucifer questions, tilting his head just enough to look over at Nathaniel again and then smiles. "Thing... what thing? Of what? I'm so confused..." Then, there's a giraffe, and Lucifer glances over to it. "Oh. Well then. There it is. Hello." It makes a noise, and Lucifer cackles a little before shaking his head some.

"Oooh...yes...that makes sense..." He offers, gesturing. "That this is a strange evolution. I wonder what they evolved from. Brontos? Had to of been. The neck makes sense..." A pause. "Mmmn...does it's heart stops if it lies down? How to giraffes sleep then?"

Then, suddenly, there are shapes. All sorts of shapes and he reaches out like he'd be able to grab them. Hold them. Shape them even more. Tangible objects before he seems to stop and giggles. "I...this is weird. I feel light and yet heavy... how can I feel polar opposite feelings at the same time?" A pause. "Mmn, interesting cause what your mind imagines will come to existence?"

Sinister has posed:
"Yeeees, essentially. I have to be careful what I think about and when I'm on LSD, that's not always possible." Sinister murmurs that as the geometric shapes become hearts as he looks at Lucifer steadily. All manner of hearts, some of them anatomical and pumping in the air, squirting imaginary blood everywhere. Many of them are the cartoon variety though, others are just shapes. Except for the candy hearts that all have inspirational messages, that kind of cascade from the illusion to land on the couch in a rain. They are very soon covered in candy hearts and SInister is facepalming, lauging into his own hand.

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. I see..." Lucifer offers, and then watches as shapes turn to hearts. Squirting blood or just cartoon like. He reaches again, like he would want to grab even a bleeding heart, but he notices the gaze of Sinister on him just after the hearts begin to form. "Such an appropriate thing...blood and fakeness..." Then the candy begins to fall and Sinister facepalms and laughs, which causes Lucifer to laugh as well. Then he grabs a piece of candy and attempts to eat it cause why the hell not.

Sinister has posed:
The candy tastes supremely sweet and also of emotions. There's happy, which makes for grins, there's silly, which makes for giggles. Which could make for a very strange gorging of candy in the near future, as they all seem to have different flavours depending on the message that's writ upon them.

Sinister manages to get himself under control. "Nathaniel, come on, pull yourself together. Just enjoy the trip..." he murmurs this into his palm, then looks at his strangely fragile beloved as he tries a candy from the psyche. "Uh, that might... I... you know, I have no idea what that will do. I'm just glad the giraffe is gone. Think like a scientist, you can do it." This coaching given to himself, he nevertheless ends up staring at the mortal angel.

"I think I can happily say, that I'm glad I gave in to the vulnerability. Not liking it be damned, you are... amazing. I'm doing it. I'm saying shit again." He reaches out with a hand, spread fingered and kind of ... gloms Lucifer's face with it, like a facehugger from aliens, only to gently draw the digits over features, measuring them tactilely, drawing down to lips. "How are you feeling, sexy?"

Lucifer has posed:
Sweet candy, simple candy, perhaps something that stirs erotic emotions. Who knows? Lucifer is enjoying eating the few bits he's grabbed from the pile that covers them now. He does read one or two of them as well before popping them into his mouth, but yes, they will be eating these for days unless the candies disappear by some other means.

"Mmn...they taste nice. What ever else they do... well... this is going to be a learning experience for us both isn't it?" He smiles though, eyes glazed over from the drugs, and when that hand gloms his face, he sort of rolls with it. "Mmn..." He keeps making this noise, it's a wonder just what he's trying to enstil with it.

"I am glad you did too. You are amazing as well. And lovely. And ... just ... all things good and warm... but also some things cold... which is a lovely mix." He says this and then his face is glommed by a hand before being stroked by fingers over features. "I am. Feeling. Yes. Feeling like I am here but not. Like I am within a dream world...but I know this is...mostly reality.."

Sinister has posed:
"The mortal coil is a very strange thing. It tickles sometimes, wrenches other times. For all I've strive to shed it, I still feel as I did, for the most part. That's a knife to the gut sometimes. Actual knives to the gut hurt less, I've found. Not a fan of being shot though. I've been shot rather too often." The hand has descended to the throat, holding there across Lucifer's windpipe, just... for a moment. A couple of moments actually, then it slides downward, to clavicle. TO clothing that he made. Speaking of that, as he touches it, it starts doing all kinds of odd things, as it's a part of him. It shimmers, wriggles, spikes up in a few places and smooths over afterwards and subtley vibrates. Who knows what the experience feels like when you're having synesthesia up the wazoo.

"Am I good for you? I think so. A bad little vitamin pill, coated in drugs. I think you're good for me. I'm a lot more relaxed. Hah! How bizarre is that. I even had some fun on a subway train that was unexpected. I think I did a good deed. I'm not sure though. I got followed."

Lucifer has posed:
"And see, these are the things...I don't know..." Lucifer considers. "Or didn't know. Until now. Or..." He waves a hand in the air and shrugs. "Something like that." This and then he looks to Sinister. "For me, it depends. Holy blades wielded by angels obviously hurt. I can't get shot. Well. Immortal me can't get shot." He offers this much more before giving a chuckle. Then his clothing is being touched, and upon being touched it does...things. As it does things, Lucifer gives sounds and twitches. "Oh my..."

"I think we're good for each other. In a lot of ways. This and that. It all works out in the end." He offers before tilting his head. "Good deed but followed? How did that work?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister just has to do it. Where his hand had reached to Lucifer's collarbone, he makes his nails sharp and yet blunted at the end. Nasty little points with which to grab a hunk of skin and .pinch. so that Lucifer can feel what pain is like. Luckily, it doesn't last, but the experience was had. His fingers twitterpate afterwards and drift upward, his gaze lingering on features as he brushes the backs of his knuckles along a strong jawline, dancing digits at an earlobe and then to scratch into scalp. A scalp massage is always good, right?

"There was a plebian on the train. I had been in the underworld of New York, checking on a few individuals down there and came up, caught a train and apparently someone with a superiority complex was trying to do a train robbery by technomancer and psychic control. I helped slow the train, because I could have not, but that would have been extremely messy. There was a crisis, lots of smashing things, I undid some physical evidence of that and then amnesia'd the carriage of humans so that they wouldn't blame mutants. Again. For the things that happened. But one of them sort of took a shine and followed me."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks as he feels those nails as they grab that hunk of skin and pinch. Oh. Oh what is this? Lucifer actually lets out some sort of cry, a mix of pain but also a bit of pleasure. Perhaps it is somewhat derived from being given by his lover, perhaps he just happens to be a closeted masochist. Whatever the reason, the pain is soon gone, followed by sensations against his jawline and up into his scalp. Scalp massage? Scalp massage. And yes, it is always good.

"Did everyone at least survive? Do we know why the person was trying to rob the train?" Asking this out of curiosity more than anything else. "Well, I am glad you were able to help them... but when you say followed you. Followed you where? Should there be cause for concern?" Asking this as he plucks up another piece of candy and chews, humming lightly. Obviously a heart of happiness.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister scritchscritchscritches. Out and in, mellow in the moment of out, exciting in the moment of in, for the sake of nails. Fingerpads vs nails, a thing when you're high on LSD. "You are far too cute when you're mortal. I could devour you, but maybe on a different trip." That sounds far and away, in the moment.

Then there is corporal rearranging, superstrength finding negligable difficulty in hoisting, scattering candy on the floor (though plenty remain on the couch) and curling big-spoon behind the Devil in a human meatsuit. There is a **Fwip** and a grunt of mild pain, then one of those red-fringed black wings descends over both of them and curls like a blanket over Nathaniel's beloved.

"Everyone survived, although the purpetrator may have permanent brain damage. Not my doing, I might add and I found myself reprimanding the young mutant for it. Either don't do it so hard, or finish the job, so to speak." Kisses pepper the back of hair. Hair that might be currently feeling like it can feel everything. Then there's hot breath behind the uppermost ear. "I don't really know. I doubt it. I mean, this was the technopath that was on the train that was -not- the one that was controlled. He realized I think, that I had had quite a hand in stopping a speeding train and followed me. He asked me to teach him. That was new. That's not happened before. It might not be a good idea."

Lucifer has posed:
"I would like to know and experience what you devouring me feels like..." Lucifer offers then. "We do have a few more trips we can take... though maybe not all tonight of course." Offering that and then he hums as he feels the remainder of the scalp massage finish off.

Sweets disappear, or in truth, perhaps go flying and scattering off the couch. Then Lucifer finds himself the little spoon and covered by a wing-blanket. He hums and shifts just enough to tuck himself back and further against Nathaniel, as if trying to be engulfed by the man completely.

Kisses. He feels those, almost as if they were manifesting in the core of his being. Hot breath behind the ear. That causes him to shiver. He listens to the whole of Nathaniel's story and then he seems to think on it. "Well good that people won't be blaming mutants, and that you slowed the train. I suppose we can only see what comes of you treaching a person...but can you truly teach them? Not that I am doubting your ability per se, but..." He shakes his head. "I ah...I mixed up my thoughts there." A pause. "Sorry."

Sinister has posed:
"Not a worry, my love. We are... in a psyche loco moment," Sinister bends his face fo the top of Lucifer's head, though there really isn't much height difference. Three inches is just enough to rest his cheek quite comfortably and press thigh to thigh, shin to calf, and meet at the ankle. All that he is, clutches inward, making a warm space beneath wing and under arm.

"Next time. I shall devour you next time. This was test run, to see everything worked according to design." This much is murmured, then with subtle affect, the trip is at least a safe one. What can truly go wrong when you're under wing on a couch? HOnestly, we ask you. But still, it could've been worse.

"I will see if I can't exercise your other body in the interim. Just remember to tell it to feed itself." THis soft word in the ear, as once more, a kiss, this time to the neck, sucks awareness away to the floaty space, to be transferred back to where consciousness has its root. Who knows how that will translate in hindsight, when sensations are analyzed. Nathaniel Essex however, is passed out on the couch, with his arms around a dormant meatsack with a Lucifer imprint. Better carry him to bed.