13821/A lot can happen in three months

A lot can happen in three months
Date of Scene:	18 September 2021
Location:	Cove Cottage - Conneticut
Synopsis:	Not quite-a-versary, but you celebrate the little things when interpersonal relationships are sometimes a challenge. Stormy weather means a day inside, watching cult movies and enjoying weather themed drinks.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Yesterday was intensely private.

Today, the dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait, as the gales of September blew a choppy sea. Paraphrasing merchant naval disasters honoured in song is a tradition someplace, somewhere, right? Anyway, it's a day for being indoors. What DID they watch last night, curled up on the couch on the Roku bigscreen? It was probably a mildly amusing experience, given that occasionally Essex just cannot contain the urge to make dry commentary, no matter how often he's shhhh'd. Ask any other supervillain he's worked with, they'll tell you.

But today, with rain hammering the skylight and wind rattling the shingles, the bedroom is a warm affair. Lucifer will awaken to a very small weight being placed on his chest though; a tiny little velvet box.

Lucifer has posed:
For some reason, whether it's a necessary thing or not, the sound of rain and warmth of the bed just makes for a recipe of wanting to stay where it's comfortable. Whatever was watched last night, likely the dry commentary was shhh'd, or maybe even debated. Or matched. Who knows. All such things were done in the backdrop of their lives - and a completely private affair.

Forward to this late morning, without breakfast, as bed is just too tempting to leave. It's not until he feels some weight on his chest that he finally rescinds contemplating the inside of eyelids and flutters them open. A raised brow, in singular fashion, is given as he catches the box with one hand while using the other to shift into a better sitting up position.

"What's this?" He inquires, while perhaps attempting a little peek within.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, it's a box. A little box covered in velvet," Nathaniel replies, propping himself on one hand, sideways. Could be he was watching a little while before he plopped the box down, which is in no way creepy. It is definitely warm and cozy in here, a little bubble where the world doesn't intrude, with 1000 thread count cotton and an expensive mattress. What could go wrong there? Nothing, that's what.

Inside, is a set of cufflinks made of gold. That's all. The only decoration is an inlay of jet that makes two letters: S and N, borrowing a little from Yves Saint Laurent. Easily missed, it is - a tiny ruby sits where the two letters first join.

Lucifer has posed:
"Alright, smart ass..." Lucifer says this much as he looks over the velvet box and then opens it. Giving a little side eye to Nathaniel to sort of drill in the smart ass comment before he looks to see the two cufflinks their inside the box. He shifts to sit up a little more, tilting his head as he gets a better look at them. "Oh my..."

One of the cufflinks are pulled out so he can take a very closer look at them, smiling at the glean of gold with that inlay of jet wrapped around a tiny ruby where two letters meet. "These are gorgeous. And quite fitting. I adore them." Leaning over to offer a proper kiss then.

Sinister has posed:
"Naturally. And you wouldn't have me any other way, to paraphrase your very self," there's a flash of a grin and then a long, bated regard as the little gift is examined in full detail.

In the wake of it, Nathaniel accepts the kiss and returns it in kind, chasing into the motion with a lean of his body, relaxing only when thoroughly indulged. "I thought to myself, when I was thinking about this -- you make statements in style, but you clad yourself in sophisticated understatement. One would have to look carefully to see the meaning, otherwise... it just adds to the panache." He turns his face into the palm of his hand, regarding the devil across his cheek and over his own nose, just a little abashed, perhaps.

Mumbled a little, because: Palm "...I would've given these to you a couple of days ago, but there was hell, then there was recovery. So, I'm sorry about that."

Lucifer has posed:
"You shouldn't be sorry about such a timing, my dearest. You presented them when time allowed you to do so. Before, later, it would not have mattered. What matters is the gift itself and the thought behind it. I shall wear them with pride, even if no one knows their meaning but us." Lucifer offers this much before tucking the one cufflink back into the box and then shifts to set the box on the nightstand next to the bed. He then rolls over to his side to better face Nathaniel and leans in to nuzzle into him a bit more. "I just wish I had something to gift you in return..."

Sinister has posed:
"Now, see, this is delightful. You're so very reasonable," Nathaniel chuckles. "Even when I'm being ridiculous and sentimental." Resting his shoulder back on the bed, he stretches his arm out beneath Lucifer's pillow to provide an open nuzzling ground, fertile and inviting of further trufflenosing. He stills, just slow breathing and warm proximity as the wind picks up a notch and literally howls for a moment or two.

"Happy three month-a-versary. I feel like a teenaged girl, right now."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smirks and shakes his head. "Only with you. And maybe a few others. Reason comes with the person until they give me an inkling that such won't work." He offers, eyes flashing a moment as if to prove a point. "Also, I love you all ridiculous and sentimental...it's cute." Oh and trufflenosing presumes when that wider berth is given. Even as the wind literally howls around the house for a lingering moment, the storm barreling in on them a bit. "Mmn... I do not wish to leave this bed at all today..."

Then Nathaniel is proffering a three month-a-versary and Lucifer /pales/. "Has it really been three...I..." The pale visage fills with a flush in his cheeks. "...Now I really feel bad I didn't get you anything...I...I didn't realize. And I'm usually good with dates."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, I'm glad I'm ... cute. Oh dear lords, the C word. I should just commit sepuku right now and put an end to my credibility suicide..." Nathaniel bemoans fake-swooning against the pillow with a dramatic Telemundo sigh. There's little twitches at the trufflenosing, though, telling the story of how it tickles, so.

"I have no complaints about remaining in the warmth and the quiet today, though. It is one of those days and it isn't as if we need anything but a smoke at some point, or a pleasant drink." -- Speaking of, he floats over an ashtray and the silver cigarette case, setting it to floating in the air in easy reach, that is until Luci has a pale moment.

"Why yes. Our first date was the fifteenth of July. It is now the seventeenth of September, which unfortunately is a couple of days late, for the aforementioned reason. But celebrating such small milestones is ridiculous is it not? I just felt all giddy, youthful and ebulient. So it's just cufflinks." Nice cufflinks it's true and designer one-of-a-kind, but still.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets out an actual laugh even while the trufflenosing tickles the man a bit and after theatrical dramatics, he finally shifts to sit up a bit more again. "I've no complaints of such either, but I do wonder who pissed off someone so much that there's a whole storm brewing outside..." He asks this in a sort of passing way before watching the smokes and ashtray float over.

Even pale and flush, Lucifer will not miss a moment of taking up a cigarette to smoke, especially since he has a taste for them and they won't harm him anyway. He also listens to the timeline that Nathaniel gives and smiles a little. "15th of each month, September makes three. Noted." He offers this much and then smirks. "I will not miss another anniversary." It's a promise, in so few words. "Mmn... so what poison shall we drink? Also...we should work on putting a television in the bedroom at some point..."

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel flexes his pecs one at a time, doing a little dance with them one at a time, showing off a bit at the laughter. He also rolls his stomach muscles and grins. But then...OH, he did not! He did, Sin. He totally did. "A television... in the bedroom? How much use would we -really- get from it? I just ... don't really understand the fascination most have with the gogglebox. Although, with all the channels available these days, I am sure I could find something idly interesting in the documentary, nature and history channels." And for Lucifer, there would be cooking and EVERYTHING else besides, depending on whim.

"How now, though. We do not need to celebrate every single month that goes by, do we? Milestones, my dear -- six months, perhaps nine, then a year and yearly thereafter!" He takes his own cigarette, unconcerned about the ill effects, owing to much the same reasons. It is the picture of after pillow encounter brit comedy/drama moment, with them both smoking in bed. So how was it for you?

"Shall we do a theme for drinks today? Weather themed cocktails? As far as I know, it's just an equinox storm, which do happen this time of year. By a sea-channel, it's not unheard of."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer just shakes his head and laughs before motioning. "For lazy days like this. And there's more you can do with televisions these days. Aside from streaming stupid shows that I happen to like... you can also put on music channels and just... have something in the background. I could even set the screen to look like a fireplace with all the crackling included. Or a fish tank." He offers. Apparently, he likes the idea just because.

Oh, but now you've put it in his mind. So while YOU celebrated the third month, he will likely do something for the fourth. Then the sixth, annual, and there after. But he has to make up for missing the ONE which you bestowed a gift and he could not return the favour. Smoking in bed is a thing, and he chuckles at the thought of some brit dramedy of the like. Taking an inhale, exhaling towards the ceiling.

"Oh now wouldn't that be fun. I think I know one or two that I could mix up at some point." He offers, nods, but makes no motion to move. Not yet. Smoke first.

Sinister has posed:
"A Hurricane springs immediately to mind, as the obvious." Nathaniel offers, chuckling but indulging entirely in the smoking-in-bed action which is occuring. He gazes up at the ceiling, seeking patterns in the stucco, watching the smoke dissipate by brownian motion, how no two swirls are ever the same, thanks to the particulates and molecules of gas in the air. Ash is flicked TO the air and simply carried to deposit.

"ALright, so you've sold me on the potential of a gogglebox in the bedroom. Do we just want one that's ordinary, or do you want one of my special screens? If so, we'd only need the one. I didn't bother with one for the living room, because I didn't really think on it much." One of his special ones? What the heck is that, when it's at home? Well, he IS technologically advanced in the field.

Lucifer has posed:
"Yeah but... that's a little too obvious I think. I got one..." Which, he may or may not somehow be making in the kitchen. If one can hear the faint sounds of a shaker being shook, ice clinking into glasses, and all that sort of thing. Moments later two long, slender glasses filled with ice and a tannish liquid float into the room. "This one is called Storms A'Brewin. It's some sort of rum, coffee, lime drink...which may sound weird but I've heard it's good."

Then they're talking about televisions and he seems to think on it a moment. "How about one of your special screens. I have a feeling you could get a lot more use out of that than just a regular screen even if it's often used for entertainment and maybe sometimes for other things."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister looks over the top of his head, in that he stretches his neck up and tries to crane at the sounds of industry. An eyebrow is raised, then he sets the cigarette to fag-dangling as he props himself up enough to watch the cocktail floating on in, with a chuckle. "You are quite the mixologist. Never tried this one I take it?" The floating drink is claimed, sniffed, then set to floating again as he simply stares at a vacant spot of air. Now, gestures and Sinister tend to accompany him doing something, but they're thoroughly unnecessary, done simply for a foci, perhaps. After a moment, the ring of electricity, albeit a little one, manifests and a small box is lowered through by a mecha-tentacle. He lays a single finger atop it and gazes steady a moment, then looks pointedly at the foot of the bed, where a TV screen manifests in thin air, expands after a narrowing of eyes, so it matches the full width of the Kingsize and floats back with some adjustments. It pops on, whizzing through channels at a mile a minute.

"Hardlight holographic interface. Can tune in to radio waves, television signals, wifi and any other transmission signal. It can act as a touchscreen also, if you allow it to pair with a device of your choosing. No plugging in of anything required, as long as there is a recognizable signal to pair with."

THEN he reaches for the cocktail and takes a sip. "I didn't think coffee and lime would work, but it reminds me of mexico."

Lucifer has posed:
The drink is even topped off with tonic water. Lime and coffee have an...interesting flavor profile when mixed together. He sips at his drink and then gently pops his lips. "I don't know if I like it, if I'm being honest." Offering this much before he takes another sip and then lets it float beside him a moment. "To be honest I don't really have mixed drinks myself very often. I've tried a few, not a lot, as I tend to stick with straight whiskey. However, this was a sort of special occasion...so I improvised." He offers this much with a smirk before looking towards the screen that's just been installed.

So since they've decided to stay in, drink, and stay in because there's a storm and the bed is warm, Lucifer contemplates the screen for a moment. "I find it funny and interesting that you call it a googlebox...especially since Google existed well after the television was invented...as you are well aware." He smirks then. "So, what shall we put on then?"

Sinister has posed:
"Gogglebox. I don't know where that comes from, but it's british parlance. Presumably, because people sit and goggle at the box, I suppose, now that I think about it. Hah. Next time I should think it through before I talk out of my cake-hole," he eases back onto the pillow, considers the storm a'brewing and finishes it off all in one go, so he doesn't have much of a chance to decide whether it is or is not to the liking of his palate overall. It probably won't get repeated, who knows? An arm gets tucked under head and pillow both, the other stretched out toward the devil. "How about some classic or cult classic films?" gazing, options pop up for a variety of streaming services. In fact, nearly all the ones that are out there, plus a few.

"Do you have any films you're particularly fond of? Oh, just touch the box and think. You're mindlinked, so it should be quite easy."

Lucifer has posed:
"I do have one. It's as teenage angst as you can get but for some reason it always makes me smile and I do like it." Lucifer offers this and then adds, "Mostly because it's satire thrown at a particular religion as well. So..." This much more as he looks to the box, tilts his head, and thinks about the movie. It's called 'Saved!', starring a few barely-known actors and such, but there Macaulay Culkin and Mandy Moore. "I think it's kinda a low-key cult classic too, cause those who know it love it, and those who don't know it will watch it and love it. Unless they're Christian. Then they might have a few issues with it."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister hunts through the channels, finding said movie on Amazon prime video. "Hah!" It's queud up and starts a'rolling. Just the information on it makes Sinister loft eyebrows and eye Lucifer sidelong. "This seems like it could almost be one of those crazy episodes of your life when you went out and got jiggy with it..." he comments "...causing havoc just by poking ideas."

Ankles are crossed under the sheets and he flicks a look at the storm outside, as the credits roll. "I should send a minion out to harvest lightning whilst this is ongoing."

Lucifer has posed:
"Perhaps. There's a few twists they don't tell you right off.." Lucifer offers while finishing his drink. He then levitates in a bottle of cognac up to them so they have something to drink. If they get hungry later, he'll manage them food somehow. The whole evening is spent watching cult classic films, having idle conversations, with drinks and smokes and company.