13736/Dream a Little Dream wth Me

Dream a Little Dream wth Me
Date of Scene:	19 August 2021
Location:	Cove Cottage
Synopsis:	Nursery painting, kitchen tending, and family planning.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Somedays you just want the entirety of whatever it is outside the current to simply go away. It won't, becayse reasons, but that doesn't seem to stop Lucifer from doing something 'normal' for a little bit. Tired of chasing favors, and denouncing edicts and prophecies, he's simply not into such things today. They'll fall into place when needs must. For now, he's just Lucifer Morningstar, Lord of Hell, Owner of Lux.

Father to be.

It's the father to be that's kicked in, and in the room across the hall from their claimed bedroom, the Devil is busy. There's plastic sheeting on the floor, painter's tape has marked off anywhere he doesn't want paint to be and currently he's staring at a single wall. This single wall has three paint strokes against it, and all three are a different color.

"Nathanielle, love. Could you come help me with something?" Constantine swears the child will be a boy. Lucifer is going to laugh when it turns out to be a girl. So the paint swatches are this one, this one, or this one]. He just can't seem to decide.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has been busy of the day, upgrading the electrics, properly and quietly carrying old appliances up to the collection spot. If anyone actually could see that, it would be hilarious to watch -- figure eight woman wearing a Lulu-lemon trackpant set in pink and black, literally carrying an entire stove on her shoulder like it's a tiny handbag. But using power tools and laying lines is now done for the day, plugs have been switched and she even got the plastering done. Retiling will have to wait until that's set and so... here she comes, wearing a small toolbelt with her hair done up in a doorag, to keep it out of her face. There's a small smear of grime that somehow ended up UP Her ear.

"I like the first one. It could work for boy or girl, is calming... the second is a bit to much like being up to your eyeballs in a naughty place, which is fine, but this is a little kid. Last is /too/ neutral."

Lucifer has posed:
It's kind of a weird turn of roles, but Lucifer is also set with putting together a bassinet, crib, and other little pieces of furniture to put into the kid's room. Sinister is the one laying the lines, and knows more about what she's doing there than he could imagine. If luck would have it, he would wind up using hellfire for everything, which likely isn't good. So he'll deal with putting together the nursery, it's actually helping him relax and put aside previous recent events.

"I believe I agree with you. I was leaning towards the blue or the off white almost yellow, but yes. Too neutral. I wonder if I should go a shade more or less with the blue though." Like he's trying to find that *perfect* chef's kiss color. "Though your opinion on the red is both accurate and humorous now that I look at it more." Turning to her then, he kisses her cheek. "How goes your work?"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, I'm done, other than putting out the trash. This place was built in the forties, or fifties, just rewiring the fuse box was fun. They didn't invent building code until quite a bit later..." Sinister replies, leaning into the kiss and his side with it, because this is a Modern Family. Normal, modern family, with roles being utterly what they make of it! She considers the colour options a little more.

"Sea green would work, or duckshell? Mix the two, definitely the most calming of the colours, though that whole sunshine hue would improve mood. It all depends on if we want the tiny half-human to sleep well, or be happier." She grins at this, looks aside at the furnishings still in boxes, the wall and his face in profile. She seems struck by it then, her face losing a bit of its animation to just gazing, following the whole thing up with a short, but pertinent sigh and grin, measured by the shake of a head. "How in all the world did I end up this lucky? Beggars belief. Anyway... ahh... we've got new appliances arriving on Friday. I'll have an alternate me there, if necessary."

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. Good good. I do love how it's all coming together. Even if slowly. I think that's the best part about this place. Here, we're just existing. We're not The Devil and Sinister. We're Lucifer and Nathanielle, two people trying to live as normal a life as possible." He comments then, listening to her speak on colors again.

"I'm not sure how it will work on the process of sleep for them, so perhaps mood. Or maybe sleep for now, and mood as they age." He shrugs. "I'll pick something, having your guidance. I'll probably be done with the nursery in a couple of days... between painting and furniture building." Which means he's likely not cutting many corners, choosing to do it like any other person without supernatural abilities would.

Sinister has posed:
For some reason this prompts the devil to get an all out arms-around-neck hug, from the slightly be-grimed Sinister, which sublimes as they often do, to slide-down-the-arms, shift and slip around the waist for a different squeeze. "Interior decor is definitely a strength of yours, it'll be perfect, I'm sure. Modern parenting seems to be a strange and unfamiliar territory to me, most days. When I bought the socks, I had spent at least an hour staring at modern furnishings and such and I'm sure caused a lot of people to stare. I felt very out of time, I have to admit," she squeezes one more time and releases, taking a single step away from him to gesture at the sash windows and the walls. "Before we paint, I'd like to get protection symbols put beneath the paint and I'll be finished with the plastering in a day, I think, before you're done. I want this place shielded harder than fort knox. Just so that Morgan never has to face the stupid we do, until it's time."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer reaches arms around to return the hug to Sinister, letting it turn into an all out squeeze fest between the two of them. "It's a slight obsessive hobby of mine. You'll see. Also, to back track, I forgot to say...I do love how we both keep wondering how we eneded up this lucky. I hope we never really lose that sense of wonder." He lets that settle and then listens as Sinister explains about socks and furniture shopping. "Well, let them stare. None of their business really. I think you did a fine job on shopping, even if you did get carried away a bit." A smile settles on his lips then while the topic changes to warding before painting. "Ah. Yes. Good idea. You should do that. I can put furniture together while you work on that as well. Protecting Morgan should and will be first priority..." He shifts a hand to rest over her belly. "Always."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister makes a funky little sound at that. Not quite a whimper or a whine, but definitely on the animal end of the scale, followed by clasping both hands over his on her, then bouncing several times on the balls of her feet and glomping on. "Sorrymyhormonesareabitweirdatthemoment," comes out all in one go, "I normally control everything, but I can't at the moment, so I'm having a rollercoaster on a simple slip and slide. Abstenance doth make things ten times as strong, when you've suddenly let it through." She chuckles at that, lets go, steps back, steps away, steps close again and takes his hand instead, looking at the little space that will be devoted to the Antichrist. "It will be perfect. Little tidbits of history that look right, but make a person ask questions, which they will, in time. I just want to note, we're going to have a smallish bookshelf in which we will have the oxford english dictionary on it, a good thesaurus, possibly websters and the entire encyclopedia brittanica, at least one copy of the Koran, the bible and the Book of Kells, plus whatever other religious text is significant and good lithography laden copies of flora and fauna of the americas, toxicology, psychology and pharmacology 101. It'll be in the hall and it'll never get touched until they're asking 'why, what, when, how?' all the time. I do not mind answer these questions, but they have to do the research first. If they can't find the answer, then I'll elaborate, but they need a reference library first."

So saying, she rubs thumbs with him, looking arond the little space again, with a starry eyed look. "Can't believe this is happening. I mean, I know it is, but now that it actually -is- is... the astronomical odds that go into this happening? I feel humble."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks and then blinks again at the run on jumble of words in a breath without pause. He holds her for a moment longer before giving a smile as she does this little dance on her own of stepping away, back, away and back again. Hands taken, he listens as she explains about the bookshelf and all the things that will be on it. "I agree whole heartedly. Though I'm sure that will be in years to come. I'm looking forward to reading them bed time stories. Do you think I can get away with the Grimm Tales in their original form?" He wonders. "Also, are you suggesting we throw our abstinence out the window tonight?" His smile turning into a grin then.

"It is a little surreal... every moment brings a new I can't believe I'm doing this, and yet here it is moment. I'm sure once the baby is here it will maybe settle some. But I also, again, hope it doesn't ever quite go away." A pause as he sort of blushes. "I like the feeling."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, pff. Child services might tell us we're not supposed to, but I believe in saturation," Sinister chuckles. "I will not be vetting bedtime stories, on our offspring. Also, what absinenence are you talking about? Did I miss a reality shift or something?" she grins, shaking her head a couple of times with an audible fwoaar. "A million and more years of practice, happy fun times are -good-... and I'm not all swollen and frumpy." Even though he was joking to an extent, she nevertheless challenges him with a brow-raise and a half-grin.

"It won't you know. That moment of disbelief will never completely go away. For my part, I still am having to double take that whole business of millions of years of existence and you picked me. Not complaining, just humbled."

Lucifer has posed:
"You were the one who brought up abstenance in the first place, my love. Something about being weirdly hormonal and it's interesting when you suddenly let it free... or something like that. Unless we're talking about two different things. I don't know. I got a little twisted somewhere in the middle of your dancing." Lucifer admits this much before he gives a smile and then shakes his head. "Mmn, happy fun times are deinitely a thing that we will have time and again I'm sure. Even when we don't for whatever reason, I am surely not complaining. My happiness comes from being with you. Full stop. Eveything else is just cherries on top."

Then he chuckles about the feeling of surreal disbelief never going away and gives a nod of his head. "Maybe I secretly don't want it to go away. Like I said, I like the feeling. Though I am..honored? That it humbles you? But I didn't really...pick you...you know? I.." He pauses, thinks. "I don't think it was ever a choice. We fit. Somehow. It was always you, my love."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh," thinking about it, Sinister blushes just a little, which on her is a very strange look. She goes a kind of peach-toned silver when she blushes, as the porcelain tends to show flush VERY well. "I didn't mean absentenance, but I'm sure that's definitely a take-away that could happen there. Just the emotional rollercoaster that ought to be a walk in the park, I might start bawling, or giggling at the drop of a hat, or getting weirdly obsessed with the way your hair moves." She throws her hands up. "I have no idea." And there's the giggle, translating to a cough, a clearing of the throat and wide eyes looking up at him with a toothy grin. "Ahem..." she walks her fingers up his chest, reaches up to her doorag and pulls it off, somehow managing to get the grease smear off her ear with the movement. The nursery is given a glance around, then she tosses the cloth on a toolbox and the walking fingers, they curl at his collar and she tugs forward a little, to lean up on tippy toes for a peck on the tip of the nose.

"I enjoy your company. That's how this all began, it was literally... realizing I enjoyed your company, which I sort of realized was also attraction. They tell me, that this is a fundamental of relationships. Liking the company and being attracted." Sagenod. She's playing sillybuggers.

Lucifer has posed:
"That's a good color on you." Lucifer comments on the flush that rises in Sinister's cheeks while she sort of explains what she meant by everything. "Oh. I read that. It's definitely a thing that can happen and I'm sure I'm ready for it. They even had suggestions like having chocolates at the ready, or just barring ones self in a room. I'm not entirely sure which route I should take - if any." He grins then, feeling the crawl of fingers up his chest while she pulls the rag off her head. Then there's fingers curling at his collar, a kiss to his nose tip and he smirks.

"I enjoy your company too. We likely both realized that on the day we walked the Boardwalk and got frozen ice and bags of nuts." This offered with a smirk. "Mmn... yes. I do think those are building blocks. As is trust - in onesself and the other person. Communication - which we've worked on. And a whole lot of little things that we just do."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, I plan on at least making it a little interesting, when and if that kind of craziness happens. You may see my male self beckonning you madly from a closet one day and then you'd best sneak on in with me, for your own sanity." She winks. "I'll probably be obsessively cleaning and shouting at nothing." She grins, sucks on her cheeks with her mouth pert. "Though I think you shall probably make it all your own. Experience is experience yes? Unless we get incredibly enthusiastic, our family is likely to be small."

She sways her hips, inching on in to release the shirt and simply lace arms at his waist, contemplating the shade of his eyes. It's sappy, of a sort. "Still working on the communication, but it'll always be a work in progress. And yes, all the little things. Love is not a choice, not really. You can refuse it, but I think we're less for that, if we do. It makes me wonder about pre-destination, but only in a not-so-romantic manner, most of the time -- the odds are mathematical, of one individual having enough of the right characteristics to be a good match. The magic comes in the circumstance that leads those compatable individuals to cross paths. And then, all the little things that made certain other things possible. Would this have been as easy, had I not started to notice I was dying. Had I not played god with your fabric and put a little of you in myself. Did that make it easier for this to happen? Who knows. CHaos theory in action."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer chuckles. "I do recall this being forewarned at least once before, and I am sure it will either come to pass or be warned about again in the future. Fret not, my darling. We shall face it as it comes and take it all in stride." He actually sort of puffs up a bit. "I am ready." A grin once more on his lips as she sways her hips, releases his shirt only to lace arms at his waist. He listens this time, as he's want to do, to every word she says then.

"I don't think we should focus on the what ifs. I mean you can, since you seem to fancy it. I more like to think that things happened, which made other things happen, which led to this being a thing that could be. All these little things add up to the bigger picture. Us. Our family we're making. It's all wonderful." Then he grins and shifts to suddenly lift her threshold style and carries her all the way from nursery to bedroom. "Now...about this whole abstenance not-absentance talk..." And with a toss and a grin, he intends to enjoy the night with her.

Sinister has posed:
When the night eventually comes. It was afternoon, when they were contemplating paints! "I overthink things, I am told. It might be a double-edged knife, in my schemes and plans..." But then there's a laugh as she's swept up and arms shift to his neck, because that's what you do, though the rest of her drapes like a swoon. "To us.. and practicing! But you have to do that thing you do with..." -- FTB. We will never know.