13679/The Redhead Cometh...

The Redhead Cometh...
Date of Scene:	28 July 2021
Location:	Ausburg, Germany, VanKempf Manor
Synopsis:	Luci and Nathaniel go for an early morning flight leading Nathaniel to quick-learn how to use his newly acquired perma-wings.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
The shades that held out the rising sun are drawn back, letting what little light that glows on this north-easterly facing room to flood in and only just barely reach the bed. Double doors that lead to the balcony are opened and the figure what does all this walks out onto the balcony it self to gain a breath of fresh air as well as a sight of forest and water both. In some aspects of vision one can only see a silouhette of the figure which graces it's presence here. Yet on a gust of wind that enters and circles the bedroom there is a scent of midnight and mysteries. Flowers in the night. Certainly a much more feminine air and grace than one might consider the Devil to have, and yet here they stand.

Moments later, the door to the bedroom from the hallway opens, a butler that surely was not there the night prior, walks into the room with a tray in hand. He's dressed smartly, as any proper butler would be, and sweeps through the room with this tray until he's out on the balcony setting the tray itself down on the table there. The cloche is pulled away revealing an array of fruits, cheese, crackers and coffee before he bows and then leaves the bedroom precisely the way he had come in. Without word or sound, and once gone the figure fills the doorway and tilts their head. "Nathaniel, darling, are you awake? Care for some coffee and treats?" That voice, familiar, yet not. Oh what *is* the Devil up to this morning?

Sinister has posed:
One might suppose that Old Scratch is satisfying an itch, no?

Wan light of day aside, even a little light is enough to stir eyelids that only rest in sleep when they feel like it, but it is not what rouses the man upon the bed. Beneath the sheets, a palm spreads out, feeling the place where warmth was felt all night, smiling that smile of the immensely pleased with himself, because who really would not be? A deep breath taken hints at the promises to come, writhing there for precious moments as the butler makes his way through.

That gets an eyeball. There are staff. Interesting.

Then with a rifle through hair and a quivering stretch, Nathaniel Essex shakes a few salt-and-pappers through one temple for the sheer hell of it and alters the hair to a shaggy shoulder length, just long enough to be floppy as he rolls out of bed, finds slippers on his feet an a midnight blue morning jacket an silk pants as he assembles himself before the sillouette.

"Moderately..." is the sleep-touched reply, yawning into the back of his head as he steps from dark to light, taking in the smells, sights and sounds of Morning in Baden-Ausburg and the temptation that waits for him on the balcony.

Lucifer has posed:
If the house is going to be in use, then yes, there are staff. It took a few strings, but the both of them are very good at string pulling when needed. There are more staff downstairs, a handful, to cook and clean for them while they stay here. Handsomly paid, well taken care of, because they can and should be.

Eyes shadowed by the silouhette of figure watch Nathaniel as he rises from bed, changes his hair, slippers his feet and pulls on that jacket and silk pant ensemble. As the man approaches, giving that sleep touched reply, the figure he is approaching giggles. As he can better see, just as a hand touches his cheek. This hand much more feminine in nature, hair glows like fire in the touching sunlight, and lips curl into a smile as Luci leans up as best she can to offer a kiss. "Good morning, my dear. Did you rest well?" Asking as she steps back into more light, revealing curves and a simple nightgown of a pink hue. Slippers on her own feet, but not much else.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes adjust and for a wonder, widen. They are their red hue, as he has yet to pick a palette there, but they soon shift to a hazel hue, a mild pinkening of his skin giving way to a light tan. He might have spent time enjoying the water in Salzberg, for that gentle a sun-kiss -- oh, those lips! So plush! And my, my, my, what fire! "Good -morning-, Luci..." but only after a loooooooong and lingering kiss, in which that crimson colour can be tucked errant behind an ear, he looks down and down some more, up with a short huff of sigh! A pleased sound! "You look positively good enough to eat. Did you dream this one up, or just felt inspired?"

Sliding palm around her waist, he takes in the curves, with fingertips and eyeballs both. Hello, ladies! And up to those flashing eyes. "I appear to be up on my luck, if so. You look... ravishing."

Lucifer has posed:
"Good morning to you, too, Nathaniel." Luci offers herself, after that long and lingering kiss. Oh my. She'll be swept off her feet in no time if that keeps up. A flush and smile catch her face as he tucks hair behind ear and watches as he takes her in more and more. "Mmn...in due time, my dearest, perhaps I shall let you make a feast of me. And it was a little of both. A dream, an inspiration, a sort of....different take. They say redheads have more fun. I suppose I'm trying to find out if that's true."

The feel of that palm around her waist as he takes in her curves - all of them - and then she catches his hazel gaze with her own emerald green. "You are too kind, my dear." She offers to his words and then shifts just so to press bosom and body against him in such a way. Squish! She's a bit squishy! "The coffee is actually from Turkey, but the food fare this morning is local. Cheeses and such..."

Sinister has posed:
"I shall have to behave myself, then, shall I not?" a slick finger twirls a lock of hair, arranging it as a ringlet upon soft skin of the bosom, smoothing palm down between them and around to pull her close at the squishing, joining its compatriot to cup the behind for a fondle. Cushioning does feel delightful, Devil mine! "Well, spoiled indeed, then. Kase und brotchen, ein bischen schinken und zonst noch etwas?" Of course he speaks fluent German, after the events of Paris. "Pfirziche und trauben? Naturlich." Cheese, ham, freshly made german bread rolls, peach and grapes, sweet from the vine of the RHineland, as Germany simply can't do sour. Too damp, too clement a weather for it, thus all their sweet desert wines.

"You know, you make me want to spoil you like this, even as I feel rather spoiled myself," he settles on one of the wicker chairs and draws her into his lap with it, refusing to sit apart at least for a moment, giving each girl a kiss at the delicacy of curve and raising her up therefore, so he can look up at her. "Do we have any plans, other than to enjoy summer fare, today?"

Lucifer has posed:
"That's assuming that you can behave yourself." Luci offers and then she seems to think on something. "Course, that's also assuming that I can behave myself..." She offers this much, tilting her head at the words offered and then nods her head. "Naturlich." She agrees, in German as well. Of course she can speak it fluently herself.

"Oh? Spoil me you say? Mmn... you spoil me already though. Even just being here with me. I can't imagine what more you could perhaps do to spoil me in any way." Perhaps it's true. Perhaps it's a challenge to see just what Sinister would do in order to do just that. Spoil her. Then she's being lifted up and a little squeal comes from her in the action. "No. No plans. If you can come up with anything, in that nice head of yours, do let me know."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gives her smooth midriff a little rub, side to side like a living cello, then reaches beyond her to take up a cup of coffee, adding a single sugar to it and stirring with the delicate little silver service tea-spoon. He sips, looking across the rim of it and up at her thoughtfully as he does so. Murmured: "We can always behave ourselves, impeccably. It just varies whether it's good or bad behaviour, no?" Winking, he takes several gulps and sets it down on his saucer, reaching for a little slice of cheese, a bit of ham and a grape, rolling ham about grape and cheese both, proffering the morcel to her lips.

"We could always go boating. Or perhaps, here where there's virtually nobody about... we could go for a flight, together. We have yet to do that, you realize... which is just faintly ironic, given our first more intimate conversation." He grins, tilting her a bit to lean against his chest where he sits, making a comfy chair of himself.

Lucifer has posed:
Luci gives a giggle at Nathaniel's words and then offers a little nod of her head. "Mmn, you are so right. Course...there's also being very very good at being so deliciously bad..." Her words are offered in a more husked tone and yet she lets him drink his coffee without distracting him too much because good Turkish coffee is a sinful thing to waste. When he then offers a delectable morsel to her lips, they part and engulf the whole of the food, but also his fingertips. The food taken and fingertips suckled upon briefly before she pulls back and chews. "Mmn, thank you."

Listening to the options he puts out before them, she smiles and nods. "You know, I think I could truly go for a flight today. Spread wings. Fly up into the skies with no worries. Yes. We should do just that." This much as she finds herself upon him as if he were her chair and so she nestles. Though she also brings her coffee to herself so she can have a slow sip of the delicious dark drink.

Sinister has posed:
"Occasionally," Sinister agrees, but with a lift of his chin, he smiles at her his crooked half-smile. "I have found the behaving deliciously badly, entirely therapeutic. Indulge a while, release those urges, get down with your dirty little mind and find yourself unfettered."

Wait a second. Finger suckle. Sometimes, that can be extraordinarily distracting and now is no different. He clears his throat afterwards, shifting his legs just a little with a rather noticeable little 'uplift' as the beast stirs. With a deep breath though, the little monster submerges again. A slice of peach is next, held out with his head tilted just so and watching her lips. AFTER coffee though, of course. Nevermind if he's a teensie bit eager.

"You're not allowed to make fun of my dire moves though. I actually haven't tested those wings with more than a casual flap and glide. They move naturally, of course, but they're not quite the same as others I've sported. I suspect they're more versatile, but I haven't mastered that yet."

And then something else occurs, as he holds the peach at the ready. "Have you ever heard of the School of Champions? It's apparently magic for the ordinary person who has no particular talent and usually involves a measure of deal with some kind of being. There may well be a demon or two impersonating that they're you, or sent by you, according to a young mage I bumped into from the train incident."

Lucifer has posed:
And notice that little uplift Luci does, bringing a grin across her lips. She sips coffee, her tongue darting out just so to gather the remnants right there against her lips. Then she goes in for the peach slice. A single bite of half, chewed and swallowed. Then the next, taken, and fingers once again suckled, a bit harder this time for there is peach juice dripping down them. When she finally pulls back, she chews slowly, her green eyes lifting to catch his emerald ones.

"I shall not make fun of you, my love. I shall teach, a bit, perhaps. As I know you have used wings before, but not these wings and they have seemed to be a bit...tempermental." She offers then.

There's a tilt of her head when he speaks on this School of Champions. Ears and face alike perking with intrigue as he mentions someone or something possibly impersonating her. "Well then. I have not heard until now, but this will need some investigating I think...and woe betide those who think to impersonate me and get away with it."

Sinister has posed:
Hips shift. This time, because he knows that this is deliberate, there's a flex against bottom and an /almost/ smirk. He doesn't usually do that expression, but this was damn close. He swipes his fingertip, damp as it is, over the end of her nose. Coffee finished, he takes a breadroll, adds cheese, ham and a little garlic spread and indulges the continental breakfast as he listens, chewing briskly. Thusly, without stopping the consumption of tasty vittles:

    <<They've been behaving themselves better of late, but the still like to demonstrate when I don't happen to want to, on purpose. I'll be irritated and they'll go and mantle without me telling them to. They're also good at sweeping the legs out from underneath minions, which was a surprise to both parties. I would welcome the input.>>

Chew, dab lips, eat peach slice.

    <<The youth that disclosed this is an egyptian mutant mage. I should quite easily be able to find him again, if you wish to poke his psyche.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Luci feels that flex, sees that almost smirk, and she giggles at it. Then there's that swipe against her nose which she then wrinkles in a delicate fashion. Another sip of her own coffee is taken, by her, while she listens to the words that form in her mind. A thought, and then a nod.

"Hopefully they don't do so much as time goes on. Just as much as you're getting used to them, they are getting used to you. In times of grief or madness, mine will often flare out when I don't want them to. It's like expressing what cannot be expressed with words. An extension of self. To make a point. ...Though that likely doesn't make sense." Offered words for a moment.

A pause, coffee sipped, and then a grape is reached for and consumed. "Mmn, perhaps At some point in the near future. To gain more information on what is going on. I would like that to happen. Yes." Then she turns head, looking out over the balcony, to the view there. "It should be a lovely day to fly."

Sinister has posed:
"I shall make it so then," Finishing his breakfast, Sinister enfolds her, all the curves, all the squishiness, all the delicious ins an outs, softness and scents of sinful promise and gives a close, intense cuddle that becomes an embrace, complete with a flicking taste of grape and coffee to go with cheese and brotchen -- He is not silver tongued, but he certainly has a cunning to his kisses when he speaks like a francophone.

Eventually, he stands, holding her off of her feet in his arms to kiss that lovely neck, nibble that earlobe and brush lips across her cheek to the tip of her nose, taking a deep breath as **SHRIP** the sound of unfurling and the brief grunt of pain can be heard. Held Akimbo, the black-fire wings quiver, display a bit as if showing off for their feminine counterpart as he sets her down upon her feet.

Lucifer has posed:
Luci is drawn into that enfolding, all her squishy frontal bits pressed against Sinister who then also cuddles her. It's a wonderful feeling that holds so much within it and she drinks in as much of it as she can. And a kiss to top it all off. Such a wonderful thing. Returned, of course, with all she can offer and then more.

Then she's off her feet for a moment, but it comes with a trail of kisses that she surely enjoys. Nibbles that cause her to breathe a bit differently and perhaps even giggle some. Then, suddenly, those wings appear and she's set back down on her feet. A moment is taken to look the wings over as they show off a bit, and then she grins a little. Luci is Lucifer in so many ways, but in other ways still Luci is Luci and not quite Lucifer. This is proven when her own wings sprout. Feathered as Lucifer's are when he's in a good mood but they are black as oiled ink and scent of sulfuric brimstone. "Lovely touch, my dear. They look very good on you."

Sinister has posed:
Now here's a pickle and no mistake. Beautiful oil-black ravenlike wings, beautiful and entirely voluptuous, sexy woman with OH-so-red hair. There's the warning sign right there. Redhead. And wings that smell like bad plumbing burps. There is a moment, just fleeting, when you can ALMOST see the urge for Sinister to waft his hand infront of his nose, but he resists. //RESISTS//. Must. Not. Do. That. Maybe, in some kind of heaven cent of lucky coinage, he could make a fart joke and get away with it, but he wins the battle, thanks to willpower.

After all, a soft beat of the wings, as if they were showing off even further, will blow away the lingering vulcano burp, which was surely the after-effect of that manifestation. Did I get away with that? Maybe. Maybe I did. Don'thinkaboutittoohardshe'llknow.

"Oh, my, yes, you've not seen them yet, have you Luci? And I have not seen yours. For some reason I thought they'd also be white, but... I think a stormy petral would not be ashamed of those beauties. Why are they black, when they are normally white?" He has to ask, as he steps closer, willing his own to draw closer, ready but not so widely showing off.

Lucifer has posed:
Luci eyes Sinister for a moment, perhaps gauging the man cause she knows that the wings do not manifest themselves without reeking of brimstone. Which is no pleasant scent to most anyone - the Devil just happens to be used to it. Oh Sinister. You wonderful man who can resist such temptations so as to not gesture that the scent displeases you.

Of course it doesn't linger too much, now that the wings are out, and with a soft beat or two the scent dissipates more and more. A sort of dusting off as it were. She chuckles, beats her wings again and then folds them in behind her a bit so they're not as much 'in the way'.

"Lucifer's wings are white and angelic, when he feels good about himself. Mine are black, because I am not the image father made me in, and I am always in a mood to misbehave. They are feathered because I always feel good about myself. Feel good about being bad. It's a thing. Also because I like them to be. Lucifer could probably sport black feathers if he wanted..." She thinks on this. "But just as we are the same person, we are also different people just enough. If that makes sense."

Sinister has posed:
"You make multiple personality disorder a sexy thing," Sinister opines, unaware of the mental pat on the head he received for trying so very hard to be polite to his lover and lady. She is definitively his lady, not just definitely. Grammatically accurate and everything. "It makes me feel considerably better about having schitzoid compartmentalism when I'm having a bad day." He grins though, to take away the sting.

"You know, I've thoughts about all of that, but now is not the time for that. Perhaps when we are chatting late into the evening." He proffers his hand to her, palm up, fingers curled just -so- and lifts his wings, anticipation and a slightly greater winspan casting that beautiful face into shadow.

"You know..." he pauses "...no, nevermind. Also, another time." Stepping closer, hand still proffered, he beats his wings a few times, like a fledgeling. "Show me the skies, Lady Luci."

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmn, you tease me with the promise of intellectual thoughts. Which now means that I shall hold you to having them later. Perhaps tonight. Over dinner in bed." Luci offers with a smile. "Cause all of that sounds rather interesting to discuss, but I can understand why it's not a topic for now, but later." This much more is offered for all that Nathaniel decides not to talk about. Even when he holds a thought, also for later. Which means they may just have a bit to talk about this evening.

For now, however, the proffered hand is taken and Luci looks upwards just to make sure they won't bump anything on the way into the skies. She flaps her wings a few times and then lifts up..up...up...keeping hold of Sinister's hand as she does for a bit. Letting him get used to it, and perhaps see if the wings will cooperate with him to allow him flight.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister, in that respect does not dissappoint. Crouching just a little bit, he leaps skyward an unlike the skilled professional flier, his downdrafts are mighty an they are circular, elevating him in a vertical manner, his hand nevertheless extended and interlaced with Luci's; his fingers are clasped around her wrist in a moment -- a measure of power is exchanged here, for she pulls him forth, the hold one of those that states 'if I fall, our grip is strong enough that -you- will catch me' as he looks up to her face.

FWOMP FWOMP FWOMP -- his wings are broad at the base, not built for the same level of speed as some might be, shaped like they are.

"I would welcome talking later. No arguments, no protests. No secrets." He glances up and to either side of himself at the FWOOP of wings. "They like to be dramatic, don't they?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer has a few tricks here and there that if a fall happens, she will catch - regardless of how she has to make to do so. None the less, it seems Nathaniel's wings hold as he FWOMPS into the skies and next to her. "Well good, because I feel like you have some things on your mind that you wish to share. Might be the conversations will be heavy, but we will deal with all of it, my love. Together."

She watches his wings then once. Twice. And gives him a nod. "Aye they do like to be dramatic. Heh. I think they're showing off a bit. Like, they know they came from us...so look what they can do with *another*...." And then she glares a little. "When they know they can behave just a bit better since I care about the other they're attached to."

Sinister has posed:
"I'm not sure that will work, but having arguments with them seems to have worked, more or less," Sinister sweeps beneath her, but without releasing the hand, forcing the more expert flier to 'dance' in a pirroutte as he gets them under wing and under way. Glancing left and right, he smiles at her in a look of trust, then as they hover perhaps a hundred feet up, he 'loosens' them, allowing them to cup the air and thus bounce up, then up, then up, then up again, until downdrafts are less exerting, for the thermals from land to sky have caught him.

In that moment, the trusting and solid grip of hand to wrist to hand to wrist anchors further, tugging Luci a little higher, as wings that were meant to soar, do just that. So broad at the base, they were MEANT to catch the winds and do so; up above the lake, riding that thermal, he draws her with him, gaze steady on that glorius redhead that is now beneath; no diversions, no distractions. Feathers bend to the breezes, but they hold steady.

Lucifer has posed:
So they dance, and fly, go up and down. Luci spins as she's drawn and sometimes she spins on her own, giving her wings a few flaps here and there while beneath, but also making sure to hold him as he wishes her to. Or as he wishes to hold onto her perhaps. Updrafts, down winds, up winds, downdrafts...it's all magnificent and Luci actually lets out a peal of laughter as they fly and glide.

"Are you feeling comfortable yet?" She asks him, in a gentle tone, just to sort of gauge how he's feeling over all. It's been a very, very long while since she's been out for a flight. Lucifer flies all the time, of course, when he gets the urge to. Luci not so much. So this, for a moment, is complete freedom for her, and it likely shows all over her face and in her demeanor.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister answers this only with a transfer of ownership of that arm-grip. Left hand gripped left hand, as they rose. Now, up above the lake in the foothills of Germany, left switches to right and instead of strict anchorage, it becomes partnership. She can still catch him should he falter, but it assists in flying side by side instead, with the primaries of one wing paralleling and holding steady over the top of another, belonging to the Devil herself instead.

Sinister planes out, his lower extremeties holding behind himself, in a straight line, as he looks sideways toward her. "Comfortable, yes. But don't let go," it is not a plea, but a request and it has power for it.

Lucifer has posed:
"Not letting go..." Though she might lead for just a bit as they are now hand in hand, aside one another. She smiles at him and then motions as a downwind is caught, riding it down, down, doooowwwwwn...until just above the water where she lets her other hand reach to glide across the water's surface, breaking it in a line before sensing and catching a warm updraft, and follows it upwards once again. A beat of wings, her hand holding fast to Nathaniel, but still only guiding and making sure he doesn't slip and fall.

In a twist of irony (perhaps) or something akin, there's almost a child-like grace and innocence that comes from Luci in this moment. As they ride upwards and then move to fly in a line once again only to flap wings and twist, turning them around to head back where they flew from. It's amazing to feel, to flow, to fly and with someone beside her to enjoy it as well. Bliss. Purely.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister does falter, but it's a coltish and agreeable thing; brought low, his over-broad long wings smack the surface of the lake a time or two, trailing droplets in thier wake as he struggles for a bit of altitude, wobbling on the wing. But he doesn't wash out, which is a plus. As she climbs to bank, he pumps to drive his greater mass and clonkier wingshape skyward, catching that thermal to glide once again, this time a bit beneath her and holding arm above, the human aspect of him turned as wings stay steady, to look up, face full of grin and goofy for it, because innocence is far from HIS expression.

His is loaded with exhileration in the moment and the OTHER child, who is all kinds of excited at having the prize from the cereal box. DECODER RING, GO GO GO! It wanes with the pleasure he perceives, a prim, small look of success dawning where there was determination and goofiness. The balcony rushes up fast over the lake and with an enormous amount of backwinged swooping, he lands there, hand held, with only a slight tip forward with wings fanned, as he overbalances. Hey, it's his first time!

Lucifer has posed:
Luci did watch, perhaps a bit fearful in the moment of them being so low to the water and without much wind to catch them that Sinister might have fallen out. He did not though! Which is always a plus. Perhaps she pushed a bit too much too quickly but she did lose herself in the moment a bit. As they get back up in the upper air proper she smiles again, watching him as well as the land around them. It's such a wonderous thing.

Then the balcony comes, and she shifts to beat her wings a few times to steady and slow so she can land. As he over balances, she'll sort of catch him and then makes sure he's straightened up before giving a laugh. "Oh...sorry. Swear I am not laughing at you. Just at all..." She gestures beyond the balcony. "That. So exhilirating. So thrilling. It was wonderful." Beaming still she looks to him. "You did amazingly well too! How did it feel?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister can't help the laugh that spills forth. "By the seat of my pants springs to mind, I nearly did nose-dive into the lake there. But it is a thing, to trust the wings and not the mind. I have to do that, from time to time to remind myself that it can let me down," that sounds down but he doesn't sound like he's down, which is a positive. Clenching fingers he rocks back to his feet, the wings lifting up higher, primaries spread, all kinds of elated and showing off in the moment and with the sun behind them, quite figuratively on fire with the light through the black and red.

THey fold only reluctantly as he brings them back to obedience, but regardless the wing closest to Luci extends out, to intermingle feather with feather, caressing in the familiar; once it was another's wing that did such an intimate touch, now he returns it to the infernal red-head, pressing advantage, being a bit pushy, but seeking at the same time to interlace themselves, and sough against inky, stinky black.

"It was a thrill, a spill, a rollercoaster ride to share the skies. Liberty does not define that moment, it is more than that. I love to fly. I learned a thing today -- I also love to fly with another."

Lucifer has posed:
"Then we shall go flying every day while here..and I will make sure he.." Luci motions to her head. "Goes flying with you as well." She nods then before tucking her wings back, and then away. "Mmn... that done, I believe you and I should go do some shopping. I hear great things about certain places in Ausburg...and perhaps we can travel out a bit...take the train somewhere else. Just to be going somewhere." A grin. "With a bit of style, of course..."

Her hand reaches out to him then. "Now, come join me for a shower? Then we can dress and plan our day? It is still early yet, so we have all the time to fill..." And once her hand is taken she leads to do just that, though the shower might take a bit longer than normal. For reasons.