14572/Once upon a midnight dreary...

Once upon a midnight dreary...
Date of Scene:	18 October 2022
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	The Devil got cold, then warmed up
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
A fire crackles in the hearth of the penthouse while Lucifer has tried his best to seal all the cracks that lead to the outside. The heater is also on and the Devil is running as hot as he can without setting fire to everything he touches. Such is the life of living in New York where, out of almost no where, a cold front from the north can swoop down and suck the warm air right out of the city. It's not even snowing. It's just bone-chillingly cold. And Lucifer hates it.

Sinister has posed:
That's the trouble with the north atlantic and the straights of labrador. And you know, actually being accustomed to the fires of hell. "Are we attempting to be an easy bake oven in here?" Sinister ponders as the elevator opens to an absolute wash of the heat. Several blinks later and a short shake of himself from head to toe, wrist flicks included and that momentary adjustment seems to have been made. "I take it you're cold, my dear?"

Lucifer has posed:
"In a very uncomfortable way, yes." Lucifer admits, but he does resign to move and turn the heat down on the heater just a bit. A tad. Enough to notice. Maybe. "If it had slowly gotten colder I could have adjusted...but this cold front just sort of sapped everything all at once and I hate it..." He then shifts and walks towards Sinister to greet the man with a kiss and a nuzzle. "I'll tone it down once the apartment has reached a level I can contend against the outside world..." Offering this much and a smile. "How was your day?"

Sinister has posed:
The affections are returned in kind, with a linger here and there. "Filled with a lot of data, I'm afraid, which is probably not remotely interesting. I may have cured several diseases though, in the search for a particularly pernicious kind of mutation." With a glance to the frosted windows, for that happens when there's a cold snap of arctic vortex, then back to the fire and its master in time to smile crookedly and flex his shoulders to unfurl the fire-singed black. The warmth beneath them is offered with an extension of one in a lift and arch.

Lucifer has posed:
There's a moment taken to listen to his lover as there are prattlings of the days outcomes. "Well...curing diseases isn't such a bad thing unless you have an enemy you don't want getting said cure." He proposes this much with a chuckle before finding him in both the arms and wings of his lover. Cuddling closer, the Devil relaxes a bit. "Mmn...this is right where I want to be...thank you my heart."

Sinister has posed:
"You're welcome; the sentiment is most definitely mutual," And with a thought or two, Sin heats his internal temperature up with it, making a cocoon against the unfair elements of the world outside the window. "Isn't there an entire region of hell that's a frozen wasteland?" You know, because inquiring minds and all that.

Lucifer has posed:
"Depends on who you ask. Hell is not only mine, after all. As I am sure you have figured out by now." Lucifer offers and as that warmth fills him further he gives a sound of contentment. "So there might be. I surely wouldn't venture there for too long myself." A chuckle then before he touches Sinister and in a shift of smoke and sulfur they are seated and cuddled on the couch in front of the fireplace. "That's better..."

Sinister has posed:
"No, but the other hells pay their landlord, I'm sure." Sinister opines, after the momentary disorientation of being suddenly on the furniture. There's a chuckle to himself though, as adjustments are made simply to enfold and contain all that heat, gaze half lidding at the tableau along with the thoughts in his mind as he rests his lips in artfully coiffed devil-may-care hair, breathing in the scent of it. "I suspect if you actually wanted to, you could incinerate any iota of cold with a thought."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer , now all warm and fuzzy and cuddled with his lover, is content. There's not much else to do or say except settle and let one be claimed by the warmth of heat and presence. So, he dozes, and nuzzles, and just goes quiet content.