14010/When in Ukraine...

When in Ukraine...
Date of Scene:	05 December 2021
Location:	Kiev, Ukraine
Synopsis:	Sinister and Lucifer enjoy a little personal time and some deep talks while hanging out in Ukraine.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
The air sprites had been managed, finally, and brought to the area in Chernobyl where Sinister and John had been waiting for Lucifer. Of course, the sprites are a little on the grumpier side being taken from their home *again* and being made to do something *again*. Or...some such as this. Only, at least, there's a little bit of leeway because...they know the Devil sort of. They KNOW John Constantine. And are perhaps a little leery of Sinister. None the less, they're being given some time to calm down. Some time. Cause they don't have all the time in the world but, hey, when needs must.

So the Devil and his lover go...somewhere. Away from the radioactiveness that is Chernobyl, and encourage John to get away for a bit as well. The sprites will be fine. They need to regroup and perhaps just chill. Besides, Lucifer's feathers are still a bit ruffled, a thing which might even be tangible as - back at the hotel - he's pouring another shot of $5.5 million vodka.

Sinister has posed:
"Alright," this after some time and the relocation and watching that bottle lose another shot to a glass. What, 20 shots in every bottle? That's several hundred thousand dollars worth in that tiny glass. "Did something happen back at the lighthouse?"

Asking in the tone that invites conversation, Sin even acts solicitous, taking Lucifer's coat, plumping the pillows on the bed because it has yet to be folded back. He settles atop of the furs, in a nest of the couch back, cushions and covers, watching.

Lucifer has posed:
"No. Nothing happened back at the light house. Aside from the whisps being... whispy.." Lucifer offers, looking at the shot glass for a moment before he downs it in a swallow. A hundred grand never tasted so smooth! "I'm just annoyed, but I'm also annoyed at being annoyed so... just..." He shrugs. "Getting over it."

Once more shot is poured from the vodka bottle before he puts it away, and then he pours two snifters of cognac. All three glasses are lifted by telekenesis and floated over so he can join Sinister on the couch bed. "Vodka with a cognac chaser. my dearest?" He also decidedly kindles the fire a bit.

Sinister has posed:
"Don't mind if I do..." Sinister takes the several hundred thousand dollars, gazes at the tiny amount of liquid and gives a furtive little giggle before he shoots it back. Smooth indeed and absolute indulgence. The cognac is less extravagent and is cradled instead. Literal or figurative fire?

"What annoyed you? Vocalizing it will probably help, or it might lead to a vent or a rant, which is also cathartic. Getting over it sometimes is just easier when you let it out." He reaches over, strokes the back of his knuckle behind Lucifer's nearest ear, then shuffles himself over to lean against the Lord of Hell.

Lucifer has posed:
Both fires, to be honest. The literal to keep the room warm and the figurative to try and calm his mind down. He wraps an arm around Sinister as the man shifts to lean against him, turning his head just so to kiss the side of Nathaniel's own. "John. I don't know what it is about him and his explanations on things, but... the way he's been acting like he knows precisely what we're dealing with. And I thought he did, but he jumps to all these different thoughts and conclusions and it drives me fucking crazy." He lets out and then shakes his head. "Like he has to warn about every little thing, even if it's not even a thought in our heads." Then he mockingly says, "Good thing I don't do blood magic cause then I'd own you..." with a roll of his eyes afterwards. "I'm telling you. Two cups of coffee minimum before I deal with him again. And it's not like he's a bad guy so... being annoyed at him is also annoying..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister lifts his chin just a little at the kiss, looking rather pleased with himself at receiving it. He ducks chin, then looks up sidelong as the explanation cometh forth. He reaches his left hand to the devil's knee, beginning to work the muscles there, then upward to the outside hip. Hips carry a lot of tension y'know! "I take him with a pinch of salt... and a lot of doom and gloom. Chicken little with the falling sky." He muses, leans his head then, resting it on Lucifer's shoulder as he continues to work with his hand. "Laughing magician bloodline. I feel in his case that's so much of a misnomer," he quietly draws a deep, calm breath. "He didn't know I was old as I am, which he now does. At least I can say one thing of him, the man has no ego to speak of."

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmn... suppose I could also... but... I guess I've been irritated with him since our religious discussion...argument..whatever..." Lucifer admits. "And ever since then most things he says just gets right under my skin." Now that it's all out in the open though, it seems silly, which just has Lucifer feeling worse. That hand working his muscles though, that feels really nice and Lucifer exposes more of his hip and such to that working hand. "....Mmn...you going to give me a whole massage then?"

Sinister has posed:
"If you would like one," Leaning up again, Nathaniel flips his hand up, levitating Lucifer up and rotating him so he's face down, lowering him again to the furs and fabrics so that he can straddle his thighs and set to work on the lower back and hips with both hands. Anatomical knowledge helps here, knowing the way the muscles actually attach to one another, he's systematic. "I'm actually chiefly glad we've never had much in the way of a theology debate. I was athiest. I suppose I'm not athiest any more, but I still don't believe /in/ any divinity. The notion that any of them are omniscient, omnipresent, altrusistic authorities that truly care for each and every one of us, is ludicrous. I've met too many." He laughs. "And you? You're refreshingly honest."

He ponders something, something touched on in a conversation whilst he waited for the whisps to be caught. "Determinism and free will is the interesting one. It's got you in a rant or two and I've pulled you out of some of it with logic before. But honestly, I think... some of the relationship between you and your father, he totally set up. But I don't think it's quite what you thought it was. Not really. Not observing -you- out of this equasion, as I haven't had the opportunity to do anything regarding observing the other side of that balance."

Lucifer has posed:
"Someone has to be..." Lucifer quips as he lets himself be levitated and turned over onto his stomach, feeling Nathaniel straddle him and begin to work on his lower back. "I think that if I wasn't who I am, and not tied to what I'm tied to... I'd be agnostic at best. There are gods among us. We know this. I am tied to the most jealous of them all. And try to break that tie I may... it doesn't work and I am stuck. It's amazing I haven't been struck down... over and over again."

He listens then to the rest of what Nathaniel offerrs in the way of thoughts and ideas. "I don't think there is a way for you to observe the other side of the balance that is my existence and what has been made of it. I've had bouts of free will, and I have also played my part." He shrugs. Or at least gives the best shrug he can considering the position that he's in. "Bit of a mixed bag, yeah?"

Sinister has posed:
"A little bit. Occasionally, the young have to face authoritarian rules. You are a rule breaker, but youth requires structure. Order, in order to completely understand when they are old enough, to decide whether or not -to- follow that rule, or to abide by your own will. Without the structure, mores and norms do not develop. You don't get the perspective to judge for yourself." All the while, his hands work their own magic; strong hands, but wise hands. Knowledgeable in a myriad of techniques they are, including releasing muscle tension.

"Imagine this, if you will..." and with his voice, he tells a story, paints it on the mind's eye. "In the beginning, there was only darkness. And then you created light, to counter that darkness and saw that it was good, as the book tells us. That light had a name, but would be arrogant, prideful and self-absorbed, would think itself the ultimate in special, full of hubris. Until the rest of creation was seen because of the light that was shed. Let that first son learn the easy way at first, then the hard way, that there's an insanely complex plan in action, that there are rules that make no sense, that there are rules that shouldn't apply, for how can they /know/ what it is that they see if they have no understanding and wisdom in innocence? Love with no comprehension isn't love is it? You have to feel all the other feels, to know the positive from the negative..."

But then, with a pause, he turns the voice a little darker. "But you know that that son, your favourite son, is never going to be all that he could be, until he falls very, very hard. He has to learn what it is to be the least, in order to be the most and the best. Let him make the mistake, force him into this or that position, but all the while, he will see the worst, understand the horrors, inflict a great many of them and grow sick of sin. ANd only then... when he thinks he has nothing left to learn, will he finally start living. And will be the /actual/ counterpart to yourself. The other side of the coin, but not to be hated, because to understand on the deepest level, is to know you have wisdom enough to help someone else make a choice. And perhaps even to redeem them."

Lucifer has posed:
Those hands are doing wonders, working out the tension in the muscles while he listens to everything that Sinister says. Watches the picture he's painting unfold in such a way. Within his mind, surrounded by a voice that flows through his ears. It brings to light a new way of thinking on things. A different and fresh perspective. It doesn't make his father any less of an asshole in certain ways but... looking at it from the outside in...Lucifer perhaps understands a little more on what happened and why it happened the way it did.

In the end, he still wound up winning his free will, too. Otherwise he wouldn't be here enjoying a nice massage by a man he loves deeply...

"Well that's a different way to think about it. Huh. Interesting." It's all he says, and then he smirks. "Those voices were also sexy...not gonna lie..."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, no. He's definitely an asshole. But there might have been method in his madness. You alone, could now honestly say you've lived the lessons and you still have everything to discover about yourself infront of you. I suppose you could also say, you earned your stripes and all the feels you've got. You own it." Leaving the hips behind, pressure is now on the mid back, below the shoulder blades, up and over where wings are housed and across the trapezoid. He repeats this, pulling tension out from neck to arms, releasing the spine.

He infuses a little more smoke and whiskey into his tone then. "Oh, was it now? Could do better, I reckon..." he chuckles.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer seems to actually flex a little at Nathaniel's words, like he's bristling up with a bit of pride. "I have haven't I? I've earned the time I have now, and now is the time that I have to live my life. To explore the wonders of the world in ways I probably never dreamed, and... ooh to have you by my side to enjoy it all with me? Cest magnifique, eh?" He laughs a little then before letting out a groan as Nathaniel works out more tension from his muscles. And that voice? Infused with a bit more? "Oooh daddy... yes please..."

Sinister has posed:
Gravel! "I'm not sure I should find that sauce tasty," Sinister laughs at that, arching over to put his strength AND his weight into popping the spine upward. If Luci needed breath, that would be a crushing manoever. But then... he slides arms down sides, tucks them beneath Lucifer's shoulders, knee in the lower back and hoiks him up in hyper extension and twists left, then right. CRICK-Crack! Releaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!~ He lowers the devil down again, sits down on the devil's bum and places both hands over the scars of previous wing-removals. They're not there so much, but he knows where they were. Warm palms rub there. "Feeling better?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh. Ah! Oooooh!" Comes from Lucifer before anything else and when Nathaniel asks if he feels better all he can do is laugh. It's that sudden release of tension mixed with seratonin and dopamine in the brain. Yeah, he feels a lot better, if the giddy laughter can say much of anything. As he's trying to calm himself down, he pulls a hand out from under himself and hands Nathaniel a little velvet box. Inside the box, upon opening, nestled in the satin center is a ring. It's a raven with it's wing tucked around a blue sapphire that's shaped and designed to look like a serpent's eye. The raven looks rather protective of this eye.

Sinister has posed:
Warm laughter is the reply to the laughter from beneath, Nathaniel gets off that bum to laze next to, watching the aftermath of his work unpuddle himself with a rather surprising little offering. Arching an eyebrow, the box is flipped open and the ring nestled inside is blinked at once, then twice. He looks up, tilts his head just so, looks at the ring again. Wait, what? "My word. My, my, my," he holds his hand out for it to be slipped onto the ring finger. He seems to be incredibly still everywhere else but the hand, kind of staring at it and the gift.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer pulls the ring out, then places it onto that waiting finger of the slightly shaky hand. The ring expands like it's taking a breath and then exhales until it's a perfectly snug fit. Nestling there, the crow and it's serpent present. "You thought I what?" He encourages Nathaniel to speak his mind, at length if the man must, to work through just what is happening here. A lean in for a kiss and they will talk the night away if they must.