13819/Down By The Seaside...

Down By The Seaside...
Date of Scene:	17 September 2021
Location:	Cove Cottage
Synopsis:	Lucifer and Sinister spend some quality together time...together.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
The loving couple had left Hell and arrived back at Cove Cottage sometime in the early evening of yesterday. There had been sitting by the sea to take it in, and then some after care to tend to a mind that had been alone for a year's worth of Hell's timeline. Now it is the next morning, and Lucifer has all the windows open, a fresh breeze blows through every so often, bringing with it the light scent of salty sea air, and if one is in the right place, a bit of sea spray will hit the face just so.

There's another scent that carries along with the sea. The scent of breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, black pudding, tomatoes, beans...see what he's doing here? And coffee. The blend he's made that Sinister hasn't tried yet. A mix of strong turkish and mild french roasts that come together for a beautiful blend of some strong but not too strong coffee that just smells divine. So all of that is finishing up, the air in the house is cool and sea-filled... because Lucifer has somehow made it so. Maybe he called in a favour or two. Who knows. This day is for Nathaniel. Full stop.

Sinister has posed:
Sometimes, calling in favours is just a sense of the right timing and all the cards falling right. September in Conneticut by the sea, opening the RIGHT windows and voila, flow-through has its own magic. One could argue this is more extreme thoughtfulness and understanding the way air moves - given how adept a flier Lucifer is, a gambling man might put good money on it being ALL of the aforementioned. And that makes things just that much more meaningful for the thought that goes into it; coffee, english breakfast, the calm scent and sound of the sea and your significant other.

Sinister comes down stairs slowly, freshly showered and smelling of alpine fresh and seaweed goodness, a spritz of expensive cologne that tends to be his unique note; Imperial Majesty is his splash of choice - and simple clothing. White shirt open by a couple of buttons and black jeans. No shoes though, barefoot on clean floors and solid earth. He lingers at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the refreshing, mind-calming and nostalgic smells that exclude the world and potent memories and watches from the stairs into the open plan kitchen. A glance is sent to the little deck, to check if outside was the set-up of the day or nay... then silently moves on in. He approaches Lucifer from behind, gently folds arms around and kisses the side of his neck, resting his chin upon shoulder. "Morning," is a soft, thick tone.

Lucifer has posed:
The deck IS set up for coffee outside while enjoying the day. It's a nice calm grey morning, ships lining up to come into the channel for their loadings and unloadings, some of the tankers waiting to divey out their own coffers. Lucifer checked the weather in more ways than one and aside from what may be a light shower or two later, the cool grey is going to stay so it will be pleasent and not over bearing - which makes deck-sitting a thing.

Breakfast might be eaten inside, however, unless Nathaniel would like to eat outdoors on the deck as well. Lucifer is quite flexible on the where. What's important is the company he's with while enjoying all of this. As Nathaniel joins him, simply dressed and slightly pampered, he smiles as he feels those arms from behind, that chin on his shoulder after a kiss to his neck. "Mmn, morning. Breakfast is just about ready. You choose where we're eating..." He offers gently.

Sinister has posed:
"I love you," the first thing to be replied. "Thank you. Just... for all of it. I'm also sorry for the moldy cheese comment, mostly in reference to the sourness of my own mind, but it wasn't kind. I was a little... off. Ahh... telepathy on silent running for all that time, only the deep links were open. No excuse though, just..." explanation? He sighs, squeezes, kisses again and looks to the deck. "Outside, I think? Normality, in the privacy of our own little Castle." Pulse points are still sniffed though, reminiscent of the reuniting in Hell, some things linger on.

He decouples then, to assist with moving cutlery and crockery, cream and sugar, but no condiments. To suggest that the meal isn't perfectly prepared, seems to be anathema, that it might REQUIRE seasoning outside of what has already been skillfully applied. No telekinesis is used though. "Was I terribly off?" he asks, carefully.

Lucifer has posed:
"I love you too." Comes the wholesome response to that. Then he's being thanked and apologized to. Things are explained and Lucifer just nods. "It's really alright, my love. I understand. If I had actually realized how time actually flowed between here and there, things would have been handled differently I feel." He offers. "I truly thought my couple of hours here would maybe be a day down there... not... not a full YEAR." A pause. "So I am partly to blame, and you are forgiven. All is well." Then he smiles and begins to make two plates of the full English. "Outside sounds perfect." And before he can ask, Nathaniel is helping with cutlery and the coffee needs while he deals with the food. Though a pause at that last. "Off? What do you mean?"

Sinister has posed:
"You know. Outside of myself in the normal Oh, this is Nathaniel and he's all kinds of things, sort of way. I didn't sleep much last night, I didn't want to, for fear I'd wake up again... and not." By turns very still, by turns tossing and turning and by a lot of it holding on firmly. That was the hours when the sun was down yesterday. "I suppose a little of me would like to study the chronomancy of Hell, but at a very safe distance. I suspect it's very variable. But not twice. If you leave, I leave. I don't want to..." discover that a business meeting on earth was a century in Hell.

The coffee cups, karafe and dressings are set on their driftwood deck table, in the lea of the wind, so that there's not too much cross-breeze. He lights up a couple of cigarettes, handing one over toward Lucifer as he settles, eyes on the english breakfast like he's working out how to kill it.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shakes his head. "I didn't really see anything off about it. Then again, I knew you had been down there for a year so anything from last night, I understood. You didn't want to wake up and it all be a dream. And I used a word I'm not supposed to... which I do apologize for." He offers this much as he follows outside to set food down for both of them and then settles, taking the offered cigarette, looking at the breakfast himself and then fixes himself a cup of the coffee. Nothing added to it. "You should try the coffee. It's a special blend. Not sure if I had you try it before..."

Sinister has posed:
"You didn't. I recall a year ago you were toying with the blend for exclusive use at Lux..." a drop of cream and a little flat spoon of cane sugar for his coffee, but only after he's had a sip unadulterated. "The combination is quite exquisite; the combination makes it a medium, rather than a dark roast. I imagine it would work well as a blonde, if you set the roasters a variety of preparations. I can taste the turkish." And then, because no coffee in a year for him, he sets his cigarette on an ash tray and simply hugs the cup a while, nose over the vapours and inhaling it. Maybe half a centimeter of ash accumulates in the time he's simply smelling, before he sets it down and reclaims, tapping and inhaling deep and artistically, wrist held like a film Noire antihero.

"There are just some words that I think should only be said when you absolutely and utterly mean them. That word is one of them, so many make it cheap. And I know you. Some words have additional weight and I feel..." he trails off, but the thoughts, a little jumbled up but very clear nevertheless ring '...in regards to me. Promises, promises, promises. Oaths, bonds, word given, word broken' - apparently it's happened a lot to him, in his life. Such might give a peculiar complex.

Lucifer has posed:
"Yes, well. I plan on using different blends, different strengths, to make a variety of flavours. Sort of mellow out some blends and give a kick to others." Lucifer offers. "I am glad you can taste the Turkish, and that you seem to like it." He offers this with a smile, then watches as Nathaniel sort of clings to the coffee as if his life depended on it.

Hell, maybe it does.

He takes a drag off his own cigarette and then ponders food. A slice of tomato and some beans go onto a piece of toast which is bitten into, chewed, washed down by coffee and followed by another hit from the cigarette. "I never make promises lightly. I don't even think I can make a promise I couldn't keep...but I also understand that the word has been used against you a few too many times. So I try...I just sometimes fail. Because, to me, a promise is sacred...and I mean them. All of them. Especially ones I give you."

Sinister has posed:
What follows is as polite a ravenous as ever there was. Bacon is folded against sausage and fried bread, piled with beans like a balancing act, chased with sausage, followed by black pudding and mushroom, a systematic devouring of all that is presented, at speed and washed down with coffee and cigarette. It IS a ritualistic meal, a devouring as if the starter pistol has gone off, permission given by the Lord of Hell to begin and now he has to play catch-up, but couldn't begin for fear of being an ill-mannered savage.

Yes, he's an odd one.

Dabbing at his lips, he looks over the fold of napkin, flicks smoke, slurps coffee, declares a pause in the salient against breakfast, the white of the napkin the flag of truce on his appetite. "I know, my sweet. I do. Hence why I have a hang-up about it." He dabs, tosses the napkin beside his plate and pours himself more coffee, the movements measured and urgent, but not rushed. "I just dislike the feeling that I might be obligating you to a hasty moment. If I do not make you promise anything, all that you do is given because of desire, not duty. You cannot let me down, no matter what you do."

Lucifer has posed:
"If I make a promise to you it is never out of obligation. It's more to show you how much I mean the words I say. In some ways, perhaps it need not be used, but in others.." Lucifer waves a hand, eats more food, drinks more coffee and smokes more nicotine. "Never made in haste either. I do a few things hastily but usually only when the moment calls for such. Like last night. You had been in Hell for a year's worth of Hell's time. It wrecked your mind. You had dreams about me that upon waking proved I wasn't there. I wanted to prove such." He smiles then.

"But we have means now to not have that happen again. Like you coming back with me when I am needed here. So, perhaps such promises won't be needed again either." More food, a bit anyway, and then he's wiping his own mouth with a napkin. "So, what shall we do with the rest of our day, hmm?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's smile is small, but it is heartfelt. He reaches over the small breakfast table to take Lucifer's hand in his own and squeeze it. Warm fingers against warm counterparts, draws his gaze to look upon them and it seems, memorize the look of it. Then?

"I can install the living wall for the herbs, today. And then, I think, you can show me the shows on the streaming channels that you wanted me to see. I do not want to go anywhere, today. Only remain, in your company. I know, it might be a bore," his eyes sparkle a little "but I find that I do not want to reflect outwards, only reflect inwards today. And keep the company I have chosen above all others."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer squeezes the hand that holds his back and he gives a little smile. "Alright love. Then that is what we shall do. A garden, and binge watch shows, and just spend time together." He says and then? Well, he sets up to do just that. Once breakfast is done, he'll help with the herb wall and then they'll watch shows, drink, and just BE together for the day, into the night, where more pleasures might be indulged in for the sake of doing such.