16206/Interlude: Irish Spelunking

Interlude: Irish Spelunking
Date of Scene:	20 April 2024
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	The saga of Lucifer's extended family continues, with commentary on dubious subjects - and then some making up.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
The penthouse is silent. The fire is on, as it's but April, the flames banked low and with all kinds of safety features to make sure that there's not a literal towering inferno if something went strange, but...

There are no lights save for that and the filter of Humanity on the outside. Time differences being what they are, it's late at night, not early in the morning in NYC -- and then, there's people in the shadow, shapes silhouetted by their sudden obstruction of what light there /is/.

"You can let me go now, I think. I'm just mildly overwhelmed but I didn't want to show that to the likes of Leo," Sinister's voice is quiet, as low lights come on one by one. Fake candleflame, underlighting for some of the artifacts on the walls, that kind of thing.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer isn't truly convinced that he can let Nathaniel go, but he does so at the man's request because who knows themselves better but the person themselves. He does, still, stay a half step behind the man to follow him wherever he decides to plop himself before being officially convinced that Nathaniel is in one spot and will stay in that spot.

At least for a lingering moment.

"What was that back there? I felt...almost like you were pulling something from me. While very intently staring down the man that I know you despise." Which is likely putting it lightly even that way. None the less...he'll remain right where he is to watch his love for a lingering moment before offering, "Can I get you anything? A drink? Food? Put some music on?"

Sinister has posed:
"No, no, I'm fine..." there's a pause, a consideration that puts pay to his refuttal almost immediately. "Cigarette?"

Into this comfy chair by the fire, it has props on all sides to stop one listing to the side or sliding out of it, which is helpful. He leans himself against the wing of it and rests his head there on the overstuffed apolstery, gaze half lidded at the flame for a few moments in silence.

"I do occasionally have these moments where I have enough of the nonsense and push where I probably should be a little more patient. I broke into Leo's mind and he didn't notice, my love. But it's very like trying to keep a hold of an oiled eel and the doing of which meant I opened up my head to the entire of Dublin. Oh, my goodness."

Lucifer has posed:
"I think you showed extreme patience. Given the circumstances." Lucifer comments as he pulls out that silver tin from his pocket, extracting a cigarette to light with a snap of fingers before offering it to Nathaniel. "That man really knows how to bob and weave between questions..." This much more before he steps back and aside, walking to the whiskey bar to, perhaps, procure himself a drink.

"And we got an answer. Of sorts. And Nick grew his backbone. Hopefully something will come of that. I suppose we'll hear all about it once Nick returns." Two glasses. One of a high quality whiskey, the other a similar quality cognac. No, Sinister didn't ask for one, but Lucifer is going to bring him something anyway. It's what good lovers do.

Especially when they think they're still on someone's shit list.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister takes the cigarette, brings it to lips to settle it in for a good, solid dangling. He watches though, as the drinks are procured -- hooded red eyes stay steady if still lowered to mere slits. Likely, the ability of the unvarnished Lucifer to beat himself up emotionally, is somewhat legendary.

"I was quite proud of him for that, Nick I mean. But if he ends up going like that utter numpty, I will be struggling not to re-write his brainspace." Snorting softly, he is otherwise still as a statue. The cigarette accumulates a little nugget of ash, before he actually inhales a mouthful without removing it from lips.

"The cave is significant -- more than he replied it was. It's the echo of the mirror, I suspect. It's also where Leo became the Phantasm."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes up the two drinks and brings them back over. He places Nathaniel's cognac on the table nearest where the man can easily obtain it. His own whiskey set on the coffee table. There's a consideration before Lucifer decides to settle himself for a moment, into the second seat next to his love. "I was proud of him for that as well. Even if there's likely thought that I was pushing him into something or whatever. He made that decision on his own."

Listening to the last bit that Nathaniel says, he gives a slight frown but a nod along with it. "I had a feeling it was something like that. I don't believe the Phantasms ever 'die'... or I suppose...move on...as Leo described it I think. And I suspect he - Leo - still hasn't quite grasped that Nick is angelic. Partly, but still counts. That may twist the Phantasm into something new this time around.." He thinks another moment and then shrugs. "His comment on neither Heaven nor Hell upset me. Even more so did the pop shot about Nick's mother."

Sinister has posed:
"I'm not surprised," Sin replies to that, nodding faintly. He smokes the cigarette again without hands, cheeks hollowing in with the suction and ash precariously dangling. A lift of a single finger has the cognac floating up and coming to settle on the arm of the chair, where he can curl the rest of his fingers around the crystal.

The red of his gaze widens a little as he looks sidelong without moving his head, watching Lucifer's profile.

"He's got a few similarities to you, you know. If you took a sock and stuffed it in your ability to seduce an entire room, that is." He observes this, chuckling drily -- "...given there's no difference in the hallmark of you or Michael in his blood, that's not all that surprising. The blood is identical, whether it be you or he." Twins.

Lucifer has posed:
"At least he got my good qualities..." Lucifer quips while taking out his cigarette case again so he can light himself one. "Which makes me fear he's got Michael's bad qualities... so we need to keep an eye on him." As if they don't do that enough already.

An inhale of the cigarette is taken, the smoke blown out through his nose a bit and then his mouth. "I know this likely doesn't need to be said...aside from the fact that you know me well enough I do -need- to say it, for my own sake." He pauses. "I'm sorry I took you to Leo's without warning you first. Without giving you any kind of option to leave if you wanted to." He floats his whiskey over then to take a drink from the glass.

Sinister has posed:
"Well... mostly," Sin smiles crookedly, then relaxes for a bit, eyes closing completely and simply leaning on the chairwing, cigarette and cognac both still. He's listening though. And the first thoughts shared, the continuation of the saga of the Dragon, is responded to.

"He suffers from suicidal ideation, Luci. And given that he actually believes and knows for a fact that Heaven and Hell exist, it's all the more important to keep an eye. It never completely goes, there's always that lurk at the back of the mind that niggles." Sounds like he knows that intimately.

But then he's looking sidelong again, silence following for a short, but pregnant while after the apology. "I didn't refuse. I could have. I don't know if that was for Nick's moral support or yours. Or both. Team Drago, behind the young immortal with pompoms and a clue-by-four..." he flickers a faint smile at that, but does continue. "You'd beat yourself up until forever over that wouldn't you, mister Free and unchained, that vaunts personal freedom." Grin.

Lucifer has posed:
"You're talking about indulging in the idea of throwing oneself into the fire and hoping you don't get burned, but not caring if you do either way?" Lucifer asks this, as he can see himself doing such. He -has- done such before and would very likely do something again. Only he knows where he'll end up upon his 'death', right back to Hell to try it all over again.

The Cursed Blessing.

"I know. And yes. I will probably still beat myself up over it for at least another twenty-four solid hours even after you accept my apology." He then smirks. "Assuming you're accepting my apology..." He takes another drag off his cigarette before giving a wry smirk at the last jab Nathaniel takes at him but says nothing more.

Sinister has posed:
"Not good enough," Sinister informs at the end of the whole thing, crooking a finger and ferrying the cigarette free of his lips. He beckons, then taps his lips significantly -- "C'mon. Plant one on me. Like you mean it."

The rest, well, there's probably a source of all things angelic. One of the direct bloodline's been challenging the status quo for millenia now, seeing just how far he can push it. What he can risk. Where he can reach. How far he can fall. Is it any surprise that there's a measure attached to that blood?

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow but then he smirks, levitating the cigarette in the air and setting the whiskey on the table before he shifts towards Nathaniel and captures the man in said kiss. It's hard and passionate, deep and scandalous, and he holds it for a lingering moment. One hand shifts to cup the other man's cheek, curling fingers so that his nails sort of dig into skin. After those lingering moments, he pulls back but adds on a bite to the man's lower lip before pulling away fully.

He smirks.

"That good enough for an apology?" Asking as he settles back in his chair, plucking his cigarette back out of the air for another drag.

Sinister has posed:
There's a moment. Alright, there's two moments, punctuated by a couple of deep breaths and a creak of the chair arm finding that a supernaturally strong grip makes internal wood fixtures inside of apolstery wonder what in the heck is going on. It might have just creaked under the pressure of Sin's grip.

"Call that an apology? That was an invite! Don't you know the difference?" He's trying to make it sound like a scold, but has to clear his throat and at the dnd of the statement, gives one SINGLE deadpan moment, then a big-ass cheesy grin. Lookit all of them teeth!

He stands though, trusting his legs enough to walk the two steps to sit astride the devil's lap, bringing Cognac over and the cigarette that's nearly spent also. "Now then..." the dog end is inhaled on, pinched off, a difference from the last time that gesture was made, by a mile and more. The butt is held out on palm, looking from it to Lucifer's face.

"I had something to say about the mirror. I'm feeling a lot like that can wait, or that it's just squirrelled itself somewhere where I'm currently about to forget all about it."

Lucifer has posed:
"Absolutely not. Cause to me they are one in the same." Lucifer offers this with a grin and then watches as Nathaniel proffers up a finished cigarette, taking it and turning it to naught but dust that whisps away to nothing. His own cigarette is givin the same treatment just as Nathaniel reaches his lap. There's a grin as he listens to what Nathaniel has to say further. "We can always talk about the mirror at some other time...for now...I think you and I are going to be preoccupied with other activities tonight..."

And it starts there, in front of the fire, on the chair. It may continue there, to the floor, the hot tub, and will eventually - finally - make it to the bed. In the light of fire by hearth and candle - as is apropro for this dark duo.