15094/Magic Shopping aftermath: And now we have herbs

Magic Shopping aftermath: And now we have herbs
Date of Scene:	16 May 2023
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Metaphors are fun. Piano playing and food. But the Devil and his Sin came to an accord.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Some time, but not very MUCH time after the hellish reunion in the Magic Shop, the elevator dings open on the penthouse. Truth: There could have been flight, but with recent EXTREME flight scenarios, going home in the corvette was zippier and less exhausting. "I think that went well. All things considered at any rate. The Magic shop seems to suck all kinds of interesting into itself, whenever we go there. I wonder if you're a catalyst for that, m'dear..." Arms are not overburdened, Sinister simply floats the purchases behind them like obedient package-dogs.

But he's also side-eyeing the devil as he gestures out of the elevator. "How are you feeling about now, because I'm picking up on a good deal. Also, as noted, I'm not deaf..."

Lucifer has posed:
"If I continue to be a catalyst, cause I'm starting to think that myself, I'm going to end up simply hermiting myself in the Penthouse and the club." Lucifer quips this while stepping into the Penthouse, easily tossing off his white tee shirt and telekenetically bringing a black one in from the bedroom to pull on. Though he slows a bit in tugging the shirt on just right when Sinister makes that last question and comment. "Did you hear the part where I made entirely sure it was known that I am in love?"

Surely he did. But that's not the point is it? Lucifer had a moment. From here, he takes a breath. "I don't know how I feel. I also don't know how much you heard and what feelings you're inquiring on, because there's a lot...which is why I don't know which one I have...cause I can't make up my mind." There's a chuckle then. "Perhaps I should fall upon guilty...because that's mixed up in there. Along with lust, giddiness, confusion, sadness, and even a little anger." Mostly because there's someone out there openly using one of his monikers. The nerve!

Sinister has posed:
"I heard all of it, my dear," Nathaniel replies, directing a gesture of the packages to the couch and cupboards respectively, orchestrating the great unpacking with a twiddle of fingers and a quick glance around. Holding the juggling act he makes it look easy, but it probably isn't -- again, there's a side-eye, watching the T-shirt more than the angel at the moment. It paused on its way on, long enough for him to be reminded of what lies beneath; and the deliciousness of the imagination, even when you only saw a moment or two prior.

"It does sound like your free spirit is having a fun time arguing with itself, up in that wicked heart of yours. Of course, I don't know most of what you said in hellish, but I inferred some of it, by the thought processes." He reaches out, to lay a hand on the Devil's shoulder, offering a squeeze. "Given all of that, tonight is going to be a little bit like a drug rush mixed with torture for you, unless you know what your mind is doing with all the feelings."

Lucifer has posed:
"I called her Little One, in Hellish...that upset her so I apologized because I did not intend to actually upset her. She mentioned she was hungry...but I know what she's hungry for in that little half demon heart of hers and it's not food. So I invited her to the club...cause there's plenty of people in the club she could feed off of and no one would blink an eye..." Oh but Sinister heard all that. "I suppose my free spirit is wrestling because I know, without question, if I weren't in love with someone. I would either be joining or watching...and perhaps even having a sample of her myself." He sets about busying himself, because it's what he does when he's talking through things. "Which brings out the guilt in me because a decent person, in love, would they have those thoughts? What ifs? If only? Shouldn't those...disappear?" He cleans the piano. "Tonight is going to be getting over...." He waves a hand almost wildly around in no general direction. "That."

There's a pause here and the hand on the shoulder comes which brings out a sigh from him. "I said what I said. Would I ever ask you for permission to do such things? I don't know. I feel like I wouldn't...but I feel like in the very right context...I just might. But the right context isn't something I want to find out. It's a thought, a tease, but at the end of it all..." And then he laughs. "Hell it might even take the fun out of it if I come to you and go, can I please, only to be told yes. Half the fun of temptation IS the tempting..."

Sinister has posed:
Deliberately being slow in the putting things away, letting Lucifer talk things through in the manner that busy hands make lightbulbs go off in the head, Sinister watches the archangel get his duckies in a row. There's a faint little half-smile that follows it and in the dusting of the piano that was stilled by his contact, he gently encourages a turn to face him. Then, he's shuffling the piano stool out with his mind and straddling it, encouraging Lucifer to sit the same way, directly in front of himself. "Maybe, you're right..." he opines, then looks to the keyboard. "Tell me -- when you get the inspiration to play like a maestro, where does that inspiration come from? Hearing a beat or two of a melody that reminds you of something? Seeing a beautiful dawn, or a sordid crime that makes the hands want to unleash on the ivories?" he asks.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer allows himself to be coaxed to sit, facing Sinister, straddling the piano bench. He looks to the keys himself when asked that question and actually seems to take a moment to think on it. "Sometimes it's to help get an earworm out of my head. A lot of times it's just...whatever comes to mind. Enhanced by whatever mood I'm in. It almost always starts with a beat in my head, chords, that I just want to...bring to life..." Then he glances back to Sinister, a brow raised. "If that makes sense."

Sinister has posed:
"It does," Nathaniel agrees. "But those urges, that instinct, comes from a grain of something that isn't music, initially. It will be, but it isn't until you start to play. And then, the appetite, spurned by something that catalyzed it, feasts. But should you feel guilty that your music didn't come from the purest of places, out of thin air itself, or should you take the thoughts, the inspirations, the lusts, the urges, the desires, the whims, the guilts and the angers and then turn it into something /amazing/ when you play -your- mortal instrument?"

All this said with his head tipped slightly, looking from piano keys, to fallen celestial, with a reach for both hands.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. No. I don't think so..." Lucifer begins and then shakes his head. "But piano music doesn't hurt anyone...giving into those things and playing something...doesn't cause anyone pain. I mean...they may feel things if they connect with the music but..." Well now Lucifer's talked himself out of the point he was going to try and make. Hands are reached for, and easily does he take Sinister's hands with his own. "I guess a part of me takes pride in being able to keep myself dedicated to one person. When if you had told me I would be in a relationship a couple years ago I would have laughed in your face and gone off to fuck the next thing that showed any interest. Ha. I'm a long way from that now I'd like to think."

Sinister has posed:
"You are. You //absolutely// are..." Nathaniel nods in gentled agreement, then leans in to take a deep inhale of the scent of Samael and inhales into a placed kiss, lengthy and indulgent and suffused with emotion that isn't just lust on a stick. When the kiss breaks, he doesn't pull too far away, rather gazes into those green eyes with his own glittering just a little. "The point -I- was making, is all those feelings are just feelings until you turn them into something else. You could smash things, talk at people, twist people around your little finger but none of that is /music/. So you feel things and have urges, welcome to growth! You've been pointing that out in me, too, messy though that all is..." He grins.

"You can choose. Always. To either make a lot of disconnected sound. Or make music."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer thinks on this for a moment and then tries to tie the things together. "So. These feelings, the lust and desire, that sprung from a conversation with a succubus...can be crushed. Pushed aside. And not mean anything but being feelings in a moment. It's if they are acted upon...made into music as your example shows...is when they become something more than just feelings. Actions. Which is where the actual guilty affect comes into play?" It's not quite how he intended to word it, but it is how he worded it never the less. "I think I get it now. I can promise to not do anything with her...but I cannot promise I won't tease and flirt with her because, lets be honest, that's kinda where most of the fun is had." A pause. "Unless that's another kind of tune I shouldn't play?"

Sinister has posed:
"You know, I don't think you'd be true to you, if you weren't an incorrigable flirt in the right circumstances, Lucifer. And to squash that, well, then you'd be a very unhappy chappy quite quick, I think." He squeezes the hands in his own, tucks his fingers into the curl of palm and enfolds with his thumbs. "And you can take that lesson from it, but you can also take a different one: Those feelings? They can be redirected. If she gets you all hot and bothered and feeling all kinds of wicked, you don't have to go with the first urge, you can let it dwell, build, churn and ferment into a different appetite: There's an english saying actually - it doesn't matter /where/ you get your appetite, as long as you come home for dinner." He waggles his eyebrows there, suggestively.

Lucifer has posed:
"So the demoness gets me all hot and bothered and pent up...and I come to you to let it out." It's not a question but a statement, and at those suggestively waggling eyebrows, Lucifer gives a wicked grin. "That might cause you all sorts of hurts...but I think you can handle it...and that it would be worth it." This is said before he shifts his closer hand to lift up and cup Sinister's cheek while leaning in to return the kiss from earlier. This one slower, deeper, as he pours a bit of what he's feeling - at least in the lustful desire department - into it. It lasts a breath, perhaps a bit more, before he pulls back just enough. "Besides...why go for the appetizer when I have the whole entree right in front of me?" Food euphamisms. Those he apparently gets.

Sinister has posed:
"Aaaaaall the right ingredients, yes." After a couple of quick breaths, that is. Nathaniel licks his lips with a dart of tongue and clears his throat afterwards. "Incredibly high tolerance for pain, me, yes." Physically at least, given that he can technically just stop feeling it if he wants to. But that's beside the point! Beside. See? It's right over -there-! "Fancy completely ignoring all responsibilities for a couple of hours and seeing how creative minds can get?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer grins. That grin that always gets Sinister. And then the Devil chuckles. "You surely don't have to ask me that twice..." And off they likely go to enjoy a couple hours of...cooking...