13683/Reds DO Have More Fun

Reds DO Have More Fun
Date of Scene:	31 July 2021
Location:	Ausburg, Germany - VanKempf Manor
Synopsis:	They dance, and sing and...are promised things! Redheads DO have more fun.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
The train ride home was spent enjoying gelato, small talk, and perhaps a nap. Once back in Ausburg, it was a quick trip to the dock where they could catch a small ferry boat to the island. Upon arrival there, making way back to the manor was simple enough and upon reaching there, Luci pushes through the entry doors, met by a butler.

"Madame. Your purchases have arrived and have further been sorted to their appropriate places. Do you require anything?"

"Mmn, not at the moment I don't think. Except perhaps a spot of privacy once the Master and I make it upstairs. Perhaps a pot of tea delivered on the next hour." Luci replies.

"Of course, Madame. Sir, any requests yourself?"

Luci is humored, but if Nathaniel wishes anything, of course he can ask. She simply walks further in, giving a stretch of limb and takes a deep breath. Waiting, perhaps, for Nathaniel to either request of or dismiss the butler in the moment.

Sinister has posed:
"Chocolate covered strawberries, if you would be so kind," pause "With the tea." The master! Oh, that tickled that did. Sinister inclines his head, then all but ignoring the butler, as is the way it is supposed to go. Nathaniel for his part, takes the moment to shed his coat and take hers like a gentleman, even if 'tis only a light jacket in the summertime of Germany, due dilligence to the coathanger given. It also exposes neck for a fleeting kiss, brushing red hair away with an elegant twist of pinky finger.

"Today was wonderful," is murmured to skin. "The wine should arrive tomorrow, as I'm given to understand it. I also arranged a minor contract to supply to Lux... infinitely drinkable that stuff was."

Curves are appreciated, then a hug from behind is given, with a sway of hips. "Shall we dance? bu-buh-ba-bum... on a bright, summer evening, shall we dance? bu-buh-ba-bum..." humming the King and I, his moustache tickles.

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh you are a dear-heart. Doing such a thing for Lux." Luci offers as her jacket is taken, a small hum given at that fleeting kiss against her neck. Looking back behind as her jacket is set on the coathanger and then Nathaniel comes back.

Up from behind, that hug, and that sway of hips. Listening to what he hums, feeling the tickle of his mustache. A wave of hand and something musical begins to play. Not from the King and I, but still a sort of slow ballad of orchestral dance-along. "We could dance...if you so desire, my love...to sway upwards into the night?"

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel chuckles, swaying still, his arms enfolding just a little tighter, bringing her in against him, smiling against skin to further a tickle. "Sway upwards into the night? This should be a rhumba then -- the capitol years...." he hums "...when the rhumba rhythm starts to play, dance with me, make me sway..." he hums and releases enough to allow her to turn, taking a hand to do so "...like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, sway me now, sway me more..."

Not a horrid voice, he can carry a tune, but he's no singer. Not a talent he's fostered in himself at least. But the music that /is/ playing brings a low-impact kind of two-step, to take them up to the main bedroom, all the while never taking eyes off of her.

Lucifer has posed:
As he holds Luci tighter a moment and then releases her enough so she can turn and then takes hand to dance with the music, she smiles. The fact that he sings along is an endearing thing, and he's not too bad at the singing thing, all of it considered. She sways with him, up the stairs in that two-step rhumba dance which will soon lead them to the bedroom. At some point she picks up the song...

"Other dancers may be on the floor....Dear, but my eyes will see only you.." Smiling as their eyes do stay locked together this entire time. "Only you have the magic technique...When we sway, I go weak..." Once they get to the bedroom, she uses one leg to push the doors open simply (probably a little devil magic as well). Letting them enter while still dancing to the beat.

Sinister has posed:
Whatever it is, it's a magic he will not deny. The light of day is fading outside, but the evening sun at the dip of the horizon still slants in, painting a halo of fire on the head of the woman he dances with. All about the bedroom until the song is at its end; with its closing bars, they are at the simplistic bed, surrounded on two sides by floor to ceiling windows, for there's nothing that Lucifer likes if not a view. Every place the devil seems to enjoy has a view to take the breath away, after all.

He lets himself fall upon the bed, drawing her with him to lay suppine in the fading sunlight; as the light of day fades out, it is as if he is By Day one way and By Night another, as he lets who he is shine through again, pupils fading in the eye, the hazel replaced by ruby red, alabaster pearlescent skin and the iconic red diamond. "I love you Luci. Let me show you all the ways."

Lucifer has posed:
Luci continues that dance with him, in the light that shines both a halo of fire and also the promise of the night coming. A sway, a shimmy, and then they are at that simple bed which captures all the light it can from the huge windows. A view, yes, as there is something that can be used in so many ways - and so many more since there are none that are around to catch them in certain acts.

As he falls, so too does she, aside him and staring upwards as the night takes over. She looks over to him, watching as Nathaniel melts away to Sinister - though always Nathaniel to her. The red eyes, the ruby in his forehead, that pearlescent skin. "I love you, too, Nathaniel. And welcome all the ways you wish to show me your love. I am yours, tonight. To do upon as you wish."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister smiles. Perhaps in his mind, he knows the tricks and the traps. But there is something else -- for of course the lightbringer would revel in the very light she once embodied. "Promise," not a question, or a statement even, just a concept, he turns to face her, brushes that glorious red hair away so that milkiness of skin is framed and not obscured.

"The sun has set, Morningstar. I will see your light shine again, in the promise of the dawn soon to come."

And then, sweet darkness folds over, clever hands that can split the blueprint of life apart, seek simpler acts, but no less cunning in their device.