14791/I left my heart in your pocket

I left my heart in your pocket
Date of Scene:	13 March 2023
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Memory heart in your head, not your pocket. You brought it from the astral plane! But all's well that ends well.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Once back within the Penthouse, Samael has to take a moment to steady himself. He's not quite used to traveling within dimensional rifts and then hellfire on top of that. Though he smiles towards Sinister and takes a moment to look the man over. "That...I will be honest...I do not think I ever wish to do something like that again. I will if I must but...later rather than sooner." He offers this and then goes to reach into his pocket. "But I have it..." Only...it's not there. He pats himself down and immediate panic sets into his eyes. "No. No no...I put it in my pocket, I swear I did. It was right in front of me, I grabbed it and I put it..." Now it's a panic patdown trying to find where this heart went.

Sinister has posed:
It is not long for the outside world to what of, before a flash of light and (un)holy fire leaves individuals translocated from one point in the material plane to another. It is so much quicker when Lucifer teleports than it is for Essex -- the hand is clung to, held in a vice-grip that would break and crush bones, on a lesser being. But this isn't a lesser being and it's possibly keen for the masses that might have a moment of ecstatic revelation to NOT witness a seraphim having a panic and a pocket pat-down.

In terms of how he looks? Drained is probably a good descriptor of Nathaniel at the moment. It was mentally exhausting to gestalt with that machine, that's for sure. He gives a look to the archangel with his head hang dog, peering up slightly at the fairest one. "Samael, my dearest? We were in the astral plane. Psychic ephemera. What you put in your pocket, is liable to be in your head."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer pauses after a moment when Nathaniel poses to him where the heart could be. He then gives a soft chuckle and (skipping over all the stuff that might be gross or whatever) he manages to procure the heart from his head. Because he's the Archangel and his writer says so.

Once he finally has heart in hand, he will change his visage from the archangel, back to the Devil in human form. Dark hair, dark blue eyes, immaculate jeans and tee shirt. "Well now. Here we are. I've got a heart full of memories with your name on it my dearest..." And he then offers the heart over. "...Does this mean you, as you here now, have not had this heart within you?"

Sinister has posed:
Well, that's a little weird to see, but again: Archangel. To put Sinister as discombobulated isn't too far a stretch. That was weird to watch. However, then there's the presentation, the fading of Glory into simple glory and darkling style and a heart on the devil's palm.

"Would it be fair to say that I currently am unsure? I have... well, I had extensive notes on the telepathy and technological psychic interfacing, because I'd made some very specific notes on the subjects. But how would I go about finding out if it's inside me or not? This business of shapeshifting, I'm not wholely clear on." He has to admit it here, even if he never would have infront of others.

A gesture gets made at himself. "Can you see it? Do I simply... reach inside myself?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a breath and then lets it out slowly. "When I first gave you this heart, it was a symbol of our love, but it also has a bit of my essence. So you could always find me. Know where I am. And in some ways it could serve as a beacon, so if I ever find myself in trouble, you would know..." He walks over and offers the heart to him. "If this other Sinister pulled himself from you, and the memories you had...he likely took this along with him. Just because he could. If memory serves, you did just sort of...absorb it into yourself. Settling it right beside your own heart. And perhaps, if you do this again, you will gain all the memories that are held inside it."

Or at least, this is how Lucifer is hoping it works. Hoping it brings Sinister back to himself, just without the whole evil part. Which will make this all the more interesting.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister looks from those dark blue eyes to the heart again, carved out of mystical stone and presented to him. "Oh, I see..." but there's more, so he listens, even as he's squinting one eye as if trying to access something like an elusive blackberry pip in the back of his teeth. Something that niggles, but just keeps slightly out of reach. He reaches for the stone, laying fingers atop it in the proffered palm and fingertips, cool to Lucifer's warm, touch the skin there. The other hand comes up to cup that limb, as if to hold it steady, attention once more rising to eyes. In his own gaze, is the knowing of the feelings, the emotion without the full understanding. He knows how that bites, also. How it stings.

"I never knew I could have been so spiteful," he murmurs, but then? Then the wince and grimace says volumes of the inner 'hah!' that just reminded him of exactly who he used to be.

The stone is brought up, gazed at, rubbed and twisted within fingers, then he reaches up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, to place it against his chest. "I just absorbed it?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Since you can pretty much make yourself into anything...yes. It's all part of that genetic recoding of yourself that you've done." Lucifer offers, watching Sinister for this moment. "Cause I surely don't remember any sort of cutting open your chest, cracking your ribcage and placing it next to your heart." And oh please, don't actually do that. The writer is a gentle soul.

"I believe you were spiteful because, at times, you had to be. It's how you played the hand that your life dealt you....and I don't know how it will be with that one part of you gone. This is an interesting leaf we're turning over." A part of him still feels he'll miss that part of Sinister. Even just a little bit, except when he recalls what all he had to do to get the one thing he needed from him. "Maybe he has some notes in the bedroom on how this works..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister inhales and exhales, one quick heartfelt note of empathy for the experience. "You are likely right," he murmurs, clucks his tongue and bobs eyebrows up and down. "If this doesn't work, here's to trying to find where I stashed such a thing. If I did." He presses the stone against skin, gazing down. At first nothing happens. A frown and concentration later, a heave of breath and white-knuckling it suddenly has the entire thing just sort of.. pop in. He sucks in a breath, giving a full body shiver, with it. "Oh good grief that was a weird sensa--" the sentence is cut off by his pupils dilating and he sways where he stands.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches for a moment, listening as Sinister speaks on him being right and what they would do if it didn't work. Then, suddenly, after a bit of try and fail.. it apparently succeeds. And he's now faced with a swaying but still standing Nathaniel. "Woah boy.." Stepping forward, he gently guides Nathaniel to the couch and eases him down onto it. "Easy there, my love. Just give it a moment." Talk about hard resets...

Sinister has posed:
Sinister veeeeeeeeery slowly blinks. It's helpful that there was some guidance, as the couch simply makes him sit down when it bonks the back of his calves. The cushions are grabbed with both hands and gripped, which makes it a good thing that they're squishy. No crushing will be permanent, in that regard. Very slowly, almost imperceptably at first, his shirt incandesces, burning away from him as a shimmer beneath the skin heats it all off; it spreads over the rest of his clothing, leaving him exposed and shimmering still, just beneath the skin. Then? Wierd though it might be, he shapeshifts rather slowly /into/ Lucifer, all the tiny details, the moles, the perfect imperfections....

And the tattoo on his lower left back. The Serpent and the Raven. Luci-sin looks over his own shoulder, then twists around on his seat awkwardly to look at the ink exposed, all the while somehow favouring viewer censorship in the fold of leg or the twist of body. And the 666. That too is regarded. And lastly, he looks up with lucifer's own face and melts back into himself with a swallow.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches all this take place. It's nothing new to him as they've burned, melted, peeled and otherwise removed clothing in many ways. That shimmer is still there, which is a good thing, and then he watches as Sinister turns into...himself. Looking at himself like this is a fairly interesting thing. He's accurate down to the newest of tattoos - but it makes Lucifer chuckle how Sinister checks himself out while keeping himself modest.

When he changes back into himself, Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other. A moment. Two. And then he raises a brow and takes a breath - even if unnecessary. "Nathaniel? How do you feel?"

Sinister has posed:
"Now that's a loaded question if ever there was one," Sinister replies, with a little tongue click "...nerve endings and transmissions to the brain via the movement of sodium ions." He looks up, deadpan. A moment later: "But in terms of the /feels/..." he pats the small of his own back with one awkwardly twisted arm. "You got ink for me. I remember tracing it with my fingertips," he replies with a softened tone. He also looks down at himself again. "And I remember ... after I spliced your genetic material onto myself, there was a whole week of subtle changes that I wasn't expecting at all. I remember you, my love."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smiles softly, kneeling down before the man on the couch. "You always were my favorite smartass..." He offers this and then gives a nod. "Yes. Ink for you. Trinkets here and there. Do you remember yourself? Everything that you can do? Have done to yourself?" Then he smirks. "Ah, remind me we need to replace the computer in your lab..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister inhales deeply again. "I think so. You know the surprise in the physical transformation was -because- I'm unaccustomed to subconscious control having a say in what I do." He chuckles a little at that, looks down at his own feet and across to where the devil kneels. A bark of laughter follows. "Yes, now that I know my own strength..." eyeroll. He reaches for dark hair, running fingertips through it and scratching nails over scalp in a familiar gesture. "You know, I think the least I -could- have done for the mutants I took the genetics from, was maximize their potential. I was somewhat selfish there. I fixed what was slightly squiffed -- the Courier's shapeshifting was limited. Thunderbird? Ehh, he was pretty much idealized, I didn't have to do much." He presses lips together, in thought. "I couldn't actually do anything to your genes, other than snip off the very ends of them. I knew then, something was going to be dramatic if I was able to translate it to myself." Tapping his temple with his index finger. So yes. He knows!

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer closes his eyes at the feel of those fingertips running through his hair and scratching his scalp, a soft sound coming from him. "Ah. These are good signs, good signs indeed..." This much offered as Sinister sort of laments a bit on what he could have done for the mutants. A single shoulder is lifted in a shrug. "It is good to have you back whole, my love. I was...admittedly...slightly worried there for a moment." A chuckle is given then before he shifts to move and sit next to Sinister on the couch. "Been a trying bit of time for you. I bet you'd love a good soak and massage right now, hmm?"

Sinister has posed:
"Ohhh, hell's yes," but there's a man on the couch beside him and he makes no move to get up. Yet. "Only slightly worried? I think my dear, you might be the king of the understatement as well as the king of hell." There's a stretch and then a lean resting his head on the devil's shoulder for a long moment. "I missed you." And then, all of a movement, sweeping the angel up and carrying him to the bathroom like a newlywed is on the cards. "I think a good deal of reaffirmation is going to occur tonight including some -actual- sleep. It's been a very long time since I felt like I needed it. And I have a request...." gazing at the kingsized bed from the doorway to the bathroom before dipping through into hot-tub territory, he fixes on those dark blues. "Can you wear your wings tonight, I feel like sheltering in them."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. I didn't want to seem over eager. But yes, I was very worried. Through that whole ordeal. I will have to send thank you gifts to some people." Lucifer says this and then smiles as Nathaniel leans up against him. Only in the next moment he's being swept up and carried, so he wraps arms loosely around Nathaniel's neck - mostly for show. "I think all of that sounds good, and necessary..." Then that request is made and Lucifer shifts to rest his forehead against Nathaniel's own. "I shall wear them tonight, and any other night you might need them, my love."

Sinister has posed:
"Thank you," it's just a whisper of a reply, forehead to forehead, finished with a kiss that's oh-so-tender. And claiming. Then though, the ridiculousness of the hot-tub where he dumps a little of every fragrance into the water, including 'eau de Luci' for the sheer heck of it. Aromatherapy after all, is a good memory trigger; all the better for it.