Owner	Pose
Lucifer	Laziness is a thing as Lucifer and Sinister step out of the Magic Box and onto the streets of Sunnydale. Hand in hand, the Devil allows one step, two step, dark step, new step. Right into the main room of his penthouse. Really there is no better way to travel than by teleportation, and since there are a few who have that skill, Lucifer takes advantage. Now that they're here, he moves to set his bag on the coffee table in front of the L-shaped couch where he sits himself, taking out the herbs and stones he recently purchased. Arranging them, studying them a moment, he seems satisfied and then leans back in his chair. A wiggle of fingers and two glasses plus a bottle of amber liquid move from the bar to the table by way of floating in the air and he pours two glasses of fine scotch. "All in all, a very productive day if I do say so myself." He offers in a rumble of words before taking up one of the glasses to sip. All things along his library wall are as they have been. Except for one. The snowglobe which Sinister bought on a whimsy looks just a tad bit different - if one pays close enough attention or has a twitching towards magicks of any kind. The inside theme still has the dragon wrapped around a castle, only the castle now very much resembles that which belongs to a certain Vampire Lord. Darkness covers the top of the Keep - as it resembles the Keep in real time. Likely sunshine bathes the dragon itself who basks in it, but none penetrates the darkness to the Keep proper.
Sinister	Sinister may never get bored of the teleportation tango. It does make getting to and fro so much easier, which is no doubt at ALL why he tried to harness in combination with what he already has a self-inflicted gifts. As they arrive though, there's a small chuckle and nod. "It went quite well, yes. Better than I could have hoped, with thier reactions, for certain," -- the herbs and stones eyed, there will no doubt be some kind of explanation at some point, if not quite yet -- For the nonce, he moves to hang his coat up, as apparently this one is a real one and not part of his person. It takes him along the wall of oddities and at the globe he glances. At first glance he does not notice. But wait for it. Wait for iiiiiiiiit... The return from the coat closet has him making a bee-line straight for the globe, at which he simply stares, eyes travelling over the little details inside. Very, very still, is he, ever tiny minute thing inspected as his eyeballs shift from ruby red to the glaring ferocity and majesty of an eagle's.
Lucifer	"Ah. I was not sure what to expect. I suppose a part of me wondered if they were going to toss me out. Then I could just remind them that they keep someone like Spike around for company, and I am far better company at times than he." Lucifer offers, taking another sip, and then he blinks as he watches Sinister bee-line for that globe. How he seems to stare at it, get lost in it, and Lucifer frowns a moment. Shifting, he stands, setting his glass down and walks up to Sinister, reaching a hand out to touch against the man's shoulder. "Whims are whims because they are done with little thought or question. When I was asked why I was drawn to the globe by another person, I told them..." He explains the general gist of why the inner workings of the globe are a bit different. "Nathaniel? Are you alright?" Asking at least that much, while perhaps trying to gain the man's gaze away from the globe itself. Is this simple curiosity? A touch of jealousy perhaps? Which would mean part of something the Devil feared would happen.
Sinister	"MMmm," this to the words spoken about Spike and the generalized reaction, Sinister is very much lost in the details of the globe, unquestionably. Even the touch does not draw him from the fathoming of the contents, now so very different than they originally were and yet they remain. Just improved upon, one supposes. "I am quite fine," he replies without much emotional intonation in it, he draws eyes off, to look down the short distance to Lucifer's face though how it might seem when the Eagle looks out of the Sinister, who knows? It's startling, for sure, if you're anyone normal. Blink. Blinkblinkblink and they are back to thier red. He smiles, though there's a strangeness to that, too. "Well, I'm not fine, I owe you truth in that, but I will deal with it. Significance is what it is and that is a subjective, not an objective thing and bears no relevance on the truth of an object, now does it?"
Lucifer	Lucifer isn't exactly startled by the eyes, but they do cause him to step back and relinquish the touch on Sinister's shoulder. A lie, and then the truth, and more words that are just pretty fluff to cover up what's going on. His own gaze flits to the globe once, and then he turns and stalks off. A hand outstretched brings his glass to him as he makes his way across the room to stand at one of the floor to ceiling windows. Looking out over the skyline. A moment or few taken to stare out and for those moments he stays silent. Then, and finally, "I suppose that depends on the significance of the items. Two things became one...but someone is unhappy..." He manifests a cigarette, lights the end. "...Shall I take it away?"
Sinister	"No, don't be foolish. It means something to you and it makes you pleased, I just find that I am a little hurt by it, is all. Again, a feeling I am a little unaccustomed to. I haven't felt that way in a very, very long time and its novelty was briefly confusing." Sinister replies, watching the devil. He glides over to the drink he was poured then, having it meet him half way. He sips as he walks, moving to the glass to look over the sprawl of humanity, viewed from on high. "You aren't human and never were, I do need to remember that, also."
Lucifer	"It means something to me in that one person bought it for me, on a whim, because I was drawn to it." Lucifer offers. "The other made it more resemble *why* I was drawn to it. I see myself as the dragon, the castle was Dracula's Keep. I will not keep that a secret. So Dracula made the image of it fit how I saw it better. One would not exist without the other, however." As if that makes it any better, and so Lucifer sips scotch and smokes. Then the scotch is floating in the air and Lucifer offers the pack to Sinister should be man want one. "I may not have ever been a human, but I can comprehend and understand emotions, Nathaniel. If something bothers you, I would rather know and amend than it fester in your mind. Become a bigger issue later." A pause. "And if I ever have hope of the two of you meeting, well...I don't want there to be any predetermined feelings."
Sinister	Sinister frowns but makes a little dismissive gesture toward the offer of cigarettes. Not this time, it seems. He looks out at the city, mulling words and it can be seen very clearly that he's chosing them carefully and running his dialogue in his thoughts before voicing them. He makes a moue of his lips, then sighs breath through his nose, stepping closer to the glass and placing a hand upon it, his face faintly reflected in it, by the lights of the city and the lights of the penthouse. "A youth, uncertain of his feelings being reciprocated and uncertain of himself as to whether he even ought feel, braves a moment. Finds that this is reciprocated and on that very day, very whim, gifts a token to the one he feels for, because it caught their eye." "To the other, whose eye was caught, it has meaning and significance, as it reminds them of their other lover, not of the one that has yet to become yet. But to the youth, the gift was given as it pleased, whimsy being what it is. But it was a gift in the giving and the object itself was naught but a ring of tin foil and string, placed on a hand as a promise." "Later, the youth finds that the one he cared for, has taken the tinfoil ring and shown it to his other lover, who has made the tinfoil into platinum and the string into gold. Has plucked the little plastic novelty upon it and turned it into a ruby, which is then presented gleefully back to the youth. Is that ring still the ring that was gifted? Or has it been stolen from its purpose and thus now serves the other's?"
Lucifer	Lucifer takes another pull from his cigarette as pack is replaced into his pocket, and then the barely smoked stick becomes all but ash that it then whisked away by a flick of hand. He listens to the words offered by the other man, while still staring out among the skyline, the people below. Ears flick a bit, and a passing of emotions wash over Lucifer's face before he draws in a breath and then lets it out slowly. "So it was a gift, even if when asked if such was, the word was wiped away and replaced with whimsy. The youth gave so much more that day...as he gave himself...a thing which he has not done with anyone for quite some time. Would likely have never were it not for a twazzock who pulled such from him. In turn, the youth was granted something which none. No one. Ever. Has been given." Lucifer turns to Sinister then. "You have a point, however. I was foolish to not see how it might have wholly affected you...that something so simple, holding to the gifted, two things from both of his lovers made into one item that he can enjoy..." Lucifer turns then, walking back over towards the globe. "It holds more significance from the one who gifted it originally...who saw the sheer pleasure in his soon to be lover's eye and made it a tangible thing of ownership. There are many who would take such a thing forgranted. Like perhaps I have done." He reaches then, touching the globe itself, and draws away the magic used to re-shape the inner workings. So that what becomes is what it was. A castle on a hill with a dragon wrapped around it. Once done, he moves back to the couch and sits, grabbing the malacite stone and begins rolling it around in his hands. Silent, for the moment, and likely secluding into himself.
Sinister	Sinister looks up at the endless sky. "ANd that's why I said I was fine and then corrected it, to the fact that I /will/ be fine, Lucifer. I am not dealing with a human being, the rules are not the same -- you are an emotional creature and infinitely, vastly more than I can imagine. My feelings were hurt, but they were unlikely to fester or rot in my core. Honestly, you give me a bit too much credit for feeling, there. THose sorts of things tend to only last with me, if it's compounding with self-loathing." He glances over his shoulder at that. "Which by the by, is a horribly knotty ball of angst that I'm not going to share. Besides which, I'm pretty much over it. It pops up, I examine it, it whines a bit pitiously and I shove it back in the dark where it lives." He looks back at the sky. "You know, I've met Dracula. Briefly, in a coffee shop in Greenwich village. It was a very strange encounter." He pauses, thoughtful about that, but also other things which he shoves in their own box marked 'deal with it later' "...I apologize for being silly."
Lucifer	"You weren't being silly, you were being honest. I appreciate that." Lucifer offers, from his spot on the couch where he's listened to every word, but he's decided to not make comments. Save for one. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Nathaniel. It was truly not my intention." This offered and then he sips scotch and continues to grip and turn that piece of malacite. Ears sort of twitch after a moment. "I suspect most beginning encounters with both you and Dracula are strange. Individually. Put you two in the same room for an extended period of time, and I'm either going to have a battle of wits, of smarts, or both - along with who did history better challenge - and ought to have plenty of popcorn for the ride." Yes. He's trying to be cheeky.
Sinister	Sinister turns from his ghosted reflection in the window an walks back, then glides the rest of the way without a movement, coming to settle on the couch beside the devil. He looks at the restored and ordinary snow-globe, plucks it up with his mind and presents it again. "Restore it. Make it as it was-- because you have now explained and shown -why- it mattered. You've given me the ability to consent to the transformation of..." he coughs and clucks his tongue "..whimsy. That alone? That makes it ok." He leans in, to kiss the devil's cheek, then drapes himself in an entirely boneless way, looking amused as he props elbow upon the back of the couch, so that he might rest his temple against curled fingers, ruby gaze flickering brighter with a touch of something impish. "You know... I will own that. It is odd. And sometimes, I imagine both of us are a hard pill to swallow, for different reasons." His head tilts a little, regarding Luci askew, as he is fond of doing. Gaining a different perspective. "I likely do not have a competition to face there. It would be interesting indeed, to share it, but I've had a rather serendipitous approach to the history I've been present for. I seem to have a knack for picking terrible timing to steal moments that never, ever will repeat themselves."
Lucifer	Lucifer just gives Sinister a *look* before flicking his hand towards the globe, which restores the magic he borrowed. He's going to have fun explaining things to Dracula for a few other reasons, but he's talked his way out out worse before. Then his cheek is kissed while he pushes the globe back onto the mantle. So he turns his head so that the kiss more lands near/on his lips. "Yes. Yes you both are. But I, personally, adore it. Learning how to swallow the pills is part of the fun. Or maybe I'm just a glutton for suffering." A laugh and then he shakes his head a little. "Perhaps. And it's also up to both you and him, if you want to be in the same room or if you don't. It might happen either way since you both also frequent the club. Though...Vlad tends to visit after hours..." A shake of his head is given then. "Enough about that...here..." He hands over the piece of malacite, which was a rough oblong shape of nothing, and is now in the shape of a heart.
Sinister	Sinister proffers his palm, taking the little heart of Green and holding it up with a chuckle and a shake of his head. Maybe that was a tease, but he's taking it in stride. "A clever little trick that, what did you do to it?" He asks, because this is a magic and magic is intriguing, because it's so damn far out of his comfort zone. He sloe-eyes a look, then focuses on the semi-precious stone once again, with a small smile. "I found the history and the hype around VLad Tepes to be an odd one. In Romania, he isn't condemned so much as celebrated as a folk hero. That whole history written by the victors business. Walachia repelled quite a lot of invasion whilst he was alive and more when he was not." Holding the heart in hand, he leans back and across, taking the liberty of a kiss that holds sweet but firm on lips for a good moment. Drinking of a kiss, that's what that would be called. And once again, settles back. "I think you are more obliged of a challenge and perhaps drawn like a moth to the flame of a like mind. You and I, Vlad and yourself, we are vastly different individuals, but there is a commonality, which makes for having something more."
Lucifer	"I shaped it. Just now. No tricks." Lucifer offers and then watches him for a moment. "It's malacite. Supposed to give like..protection and..well technically like healing properties but mostly it's to protect your ass when you decide to do something stupid and I'm not around." This said and then he listens to Sinister's breakdown of Vlad's history and there's a chuckle. "Yes. Odd indeed. I think he more prefers the history where everyone is afraid of him..." That kiss is returned, drank, held until it is released and then he watches as Sinister settles back again. There's a huff, and he grabs and pulls the man towards him in an attempt at sudden cuddles. Or something. He feels like they just had an argument that wasn't an argument and now he needs affirmation that things are okay. "Mmn, yes. Vastly different, and yet fit together so well...it is an interesting thing."
Sinister	"Why do you think I allow people to continue thinking of me as Sinister most of the time?" Sinister replies, giving the blank 'I get it' face, with wide eyes and peer beneath brows. That done, he lifts the heart and kisses it, setting it into the pocket of his pants at the left side, sliding into the tightness, because loose pants? NOpe. Noooooooooope. They are form fitting and chique. And sudden cuddle need! Eyes flare only momentarily, then he catches himself on the opposite side from Lucifer, holding firm to the arm of the couch and leaning his weight downward as he relaxes that fragment, pinning him in a barrier of himself. Sliding his hand behind Lucifer's head, he lets the kiss release, then rests his forehead against the devil's own. Fingers curl to touch the underside of Lucifer's chin, cradling it with curled digits. "I suppose I should assure you, that I am resilient to almost everything that there is. I exploded myself once or twice before you came along and bounced back from it. But I shall keep it with me, in the offchance. If I call your true name, will you answer?"
Lucifer	Very sudden. Very needed. Cuddles are a wonderful thing, and you can't tell Lucifer otherwise. Everything else melts away, is gone, in the past, and will be picked up later. For now there is a kiss until it is released, and then a meeting of foreheads much like a meeting of minds. He feels those fingers curl, hears Sinister explain his resiliance - among other things, and there is a nod. "Keep the heart with you. Think of me. Call my true name. I will answer. I will come to you." He offers. "I gave the heart a bit of me, my love. Whyever. Whenever. I will find you so long as it is with you." Explaining this and then he captures lips in a kiss before anything he says can be protested, questioned, or otherwise reacted to.
Sinister	Sinister indulges all that there is to indulge here. May the censors slap ***BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP** And then, when censorship is no longer an issue, he adjusts his position, slipping the hand that held behind the head further behind. The couch and Lucifer's back are a tight arrangement, but he forces his will and his limb downward, so that he hugs the archangel diagonal. Fingers clutch, hold firm and he takes a deep breath of sweet air. Stillness surrounds. There are many things that can be said in a moment of profoundly non-verbal discourse. A variety, such as is found in the greatest of markets about the planet and likely beyond, for commerce is universal. "Love." Occasionally though, one word does the job.
Lucifer	All the things to be enjoyed via censorship are enjoyed, and then the moment is relinquished and there is simply man, angel, and the couch. He wraps arms around, holding against his love with a wash of content waving over his form. Then there is stillness. He nuzzles gently, kisses tenderly, and just takes in everything. No words are needed here, for all is said with a touch, a kiss, an embrace. Yet then a word is given. A single word that holds so much within.
Sinister	Sinister remains that shadow that occludes the light, simply by the laws of physics. But we will not be held accountable to all of the laws of physics, only to the law of Cause and Effect. Whatever else occurs in and around the vicinity of the couch and there was quite a bit behind **BLEEP** it is neither here nor there, now. "Sooooooooooo beautiful," he's said that a time or two before and it bears repeating it seems. "Lucifer, I might have gotten myself imbroiled in something potentially difficult with Giles and Mercy and despite all odds... Phobos. I never thought I would end up working beside a Greek god, let me tell you that. But I think I have uncovered something that likely should never see the light of day."
Lucifer	Lucifer nuzzles, nips, kisses, **BLEEPS**, for all the things that can be done are done on that couch. A mixture of them repeating when the Bleep times are over, but then also, maybe there's a temptation or two more thrown in. Why not? The Devil made you do it. At those words offered, he chuckles and nips an ear. "You are as well...so beautiful." Then there's more words, a sort of...confession? Admission? Either way, it has enough of a pull that it gains Lucifer's attention rightly. "What do you mean? What have you uncovered?"
Sinister	Sinister places a digit firmly in the mid-point of Lucifer's lips and gazes at him. There is no caveat not to judge. "I discovered a disturbing artifact. I will not deny part of me wanted to analyze it to find out if it could be actively used. I am myself, after all. But -- long and short of it, it is an apophis stone. They are fragments of the Apophis meteorite that regularly swings past our orbit in space and has the kind of tragectory that occionally makes everyone mess their pants." Inhaling, he releases his finger from its location. "A fragment of that meteor crashed to earth a millenia ago and was coveted by the followers of Apep, Apophis by the greek definition. The annihilator and warper of all things. The anathema that walks between worlds. I discovered a stone that had been sold out of a dig from Cairo and tracked it. I ended up having to remove it from the stomach of a girl that was morbidly obese, who had ended up Cachectic (read: Graphically emaciated) on swallowing it. I must now admit, that my company bought up the stone in one of my experimental marketting strategies. This was above and beyond what I expected." He leans himself on his elbow across the couch, still pinning Lucifer. "It turns out that what I bought, was a genuine article. An actual artifact. Part of my involvement with Giles and his cohorts has been an attempt to understand what it is that I bought into. Had it been less, I likely would have used it and I might still, as the research seems to show that there are lesser versions of this particular artifact out there, and it can be used for mystical and physical properties. But the one I bought out of Cairo? That one is he genuine deal and it is deadly."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks, then feels that finger on his lips so he listens without saying much more. Though his eyes are expressive enough in to show that he may be just a bit confused by what Sinister is explaining. When his lips are released, he lets Sinister finish the story in full before beginning his inquiry. "So. Chunk of rock falls of a meteor that is always occasionally threatening to slam into Earth as a whole. It became some great artefact of a greek god... was dug up in Cairo, wound up in some poor woman's stomach...and now you have it...somewhere?" Does he have all that right? "So what are you proposing? That we somehow manage to bury it somewhere it may never be dug up again?"
Sinister	"In essence, but not so straightforward," Sinister replies with a bit of sigh, shaking his head and indulging in a bit of affection whilst he does so. ANYhooo~ "Giles has it, because I gave it to him. He plans to do something to it, seal it or somesuch, but we got visited by Sutekh whilst we were trying to decide what to actually do with it. It's a battery. Sucks all the energy of those it drains and stores it. ANd it has been doing so for a thousand and more years..." he lets that hang. "Phobos, the olympian, has been assisting in the guarding of it for a while. But I am not entirely trusting of the divine," for good reasons that no doubt Lucifer can respect. "I ... can we talk of this later, I am finding myself distracted." He looks down and back up with raised eyebrows.
Lucifer	"Was that the other thing in the box that he's likely stored my feathers in?" Lucifer inquires, a gentle tone used. More bits of affection offered, reciprocated, oh he really is enjoying this. "I would say I don't trust the divine as far as I can toss them, but I don't know if I can or cannot toss them any great or short distance so..." He chuckles then before tilting his head a bit. About to say more on the matter before Sinister seems to have convinced himself now is not the time for talking, at least not on important matters. There's a chuckle, and then he nuzzles into the man's neck, shifts just enough to bite and tug at an earlobe. "We can talk about whatever, whenever. What has you so distracted though, dear heart?"
Sinister	"Oh, something just came up," Sinister replies with a very sloe-eyed regard.