Owner	Pose
Lucifer	Sometime before the major ritual, and after some other things happened, Lucifer is doing those small things around the house that he can think to do. He cleans, he arranges, then he cleans again. Then he re-arranges, cleans, and goes to work on the backyard again since that was another spot that needed a little work. In fact, that's where he is now. The Devil Adonis. Shirtless, sweaty, perfect olive skin, slicked back hair....jeans covered in dirt and boots to match. He has a towel sticking out of one back pocket and he shifts to move some heavier wood from a spot near the house, he then shifts to move it further away. Into a pile he'll likely be burning later.
Sinister	The sound of tyres on gravel heralds the return of Sinister to their idyllic little hidey hole. She moved a car over and has resumed female identity whilst going about in town. This is a small town in Conneticut, there's limits to the quota of gay couples that anywhere like this can take, despite it being the twenty first century. It's just a thing. There's also something just surreal about a jaguar SUV. It's like a lexus or a porsche of the same type, there's just something very wrong about it-- what is MORE wrong, is when it's out of sight of the road, it transforms, shifting various plates and mechanisms inside of it to go from Sports Utility, to streetwise and purring cat. That has to be something that Doctor Essex did himself, for sure. Rolling up until nearly at the front gate, the call to the back yard can be heard loud and clear. "I got the fertilizer. And a welcome basket from Janet. Also, I have apparently been invited to the book club..." the sound of the car door and snazzy boots on gravel herald her coming around the back in a gothic straw sunhat and tight, tight pants, bosoms held in place by a skull motif sports bra with a sheer silver-grey camisole over the top. "You ..." then the sight "....oh -yes- please."
Lucifer	This move to somewhere small in C-land was likely one of the best choices Lucifer thinks he's ever made in his life. Sure, when he's needed, he'll go back to the club and he's there on weekends most the time. Otherwise, that little slice of Paradiso Americana is just...perfect. He comes back to mark off some of the backyard where he'll likely make a path to the back door, and then a spot for a small garden. Small, Sinister, just because it will be pretty. He's also considering a spot to make a little side area for picknicking. When Sinister arrives and comes around from the front, he looks over and gives her a smile. "Fertilizer is good. A welcome basket? We should see what's in it. I think you'll do well in a book club..." Then he notices that stopped thought, which just makes him grin all the more. Then he approaches Sinister. "Yes please? Yes please what? What about me? Hmm?" Like he doesn't know what she meant in her last derailed thought and as he reaches her he shifts just enough to draw close...ever so close...and pecks her lips.
Sinister	The height dynamic is back to the magic four-to-five inches again -- that whole magic downshift or uplift that can make a person feel like they're wearing their role in the Lets Pretend normality perfectly. It makes all the rest of the weirdness that much more interesting and the poignant moments all the more meaningful when there's a dynamic that works. She lifts up, returns the peck, walks fingers up his chest to chin for a 'finger kick' of her index. "You. You're all sweaty amd covered in dirt with your shirt off, mister gothic Romance novel with a twist." Her eyes glitter. "But..." inhale "...it's rather more mundane. I was going to say you been at the garden all morning -- and then self-evidence answered my question." Little thing with an industrial bag of fertilizer under one arm, flings the sack to where it can easily be sliced and tilled into soil like it's a pair of knickers and slides the gift basket down her arm, sets it on one of the fold-out wooden tables used for taking drinks in the yard. "Let me know where you want me to build the barbeque, sweetie?"
Lucifer	Lucifer looks himself over a moment and then gives a chuckle. "Well, I suppose that's an accurate description. I guess we should take a picture of me in some sort of random, sex-glorifying pose and then send it off to some publishing company..." He ponders on this. "Think of the royalties..." Then he grins and nods his head. "Yes. Been working back here. Might have rearranged the living room a couple times. I'll have the dead wood all burned up soon...cleared out a garden space..." He seems to think on it a moment. "I was thinking of something like a deck space here..." He motions to some slightly off spot, shaded naturally, and then he looks back. "So a grill, maybe a table for close eating in the shade? Or we can do it a bit bigger...grill and a smoker...plus a table." Then he shifts towards the garden area. "Fertilizer before planting or after?"
Sinister	"Now -that- is a thought," Taking several steps backward, Sinister lifts her hands up to make a rectangle, peering through it and changes her own angle until she gets the right light, the right naughty levels of grime and beautifully toned muscles. "Click," and back she steps, coming up to his side to hip-check him and look at where he's gesturing. "Put up a small retractable awning, in case it rains...just enough to cover a table for two. I could certainly set up a smoker, too. Smoked fish is delicious." And she looks about at the other spots that have yet to come into existence. The creation of something, the nurturing and making it grow, there's a small smile and an exhale. "You need a herb garden with southern exposure, too. So, on the existing deck side, possibly over to the right against the fence? I think you're supposed to fertlize first, then plant. Otherwise you disturb the roots, unless it's horse manure. Which we can apparently get, as Chuck has a couple of horses at the edge of town. I swear I was not inviting gossip, it just happened at me." She chuckles, rolls her eyes to him. The basket is levitated over, a big silly blue bow on the top of it. It's got some local salami that gets made, some of the local smoked fish out of people's back yards. Home made jam. A random couple of zuccini an apples from someone's yard and a pound cake.
Lucifer	Lucifer likely shifts just so in that pose just for that added bit of 'oomph' and then he chuckles. As she joins his side and begins to talk about a retractable awning, he nods. "Ah, yes. That's a good idea. I'll have to go get the supplies from the local hardware store. Give back to the same community we're living in right?" He offers this much and then nods about the fertilizer. "Herb garden. Do we want to plant any vegetables? Or just do something floral? Maybe veggies back here and some flowers in the front?" He asks, looking to her and then back again. "Hmmn. I'll believe you this time, but you keep coming back with the local gossip and I don't know if I'll be able to believe it isn't you going digging for it a bit." As the basket floats over, he looks through the contents a bit and nods. "Well, that's all really nice isn't it? When's that potluck thing we got invited to again?"
Sinister	Sinister side-eyes him and clears her throat, looking the picture of innocence. See that lack of halo? "No comment," she says primly, grins a sly little number and regardless of the grime (hey, dirt is honest) slides her arm around his waist. She can always wash this camisole, or you know, make a whole new one. "I think there's a little home hardware store in the township. They'll probably keep you occupied for a while, given you'll probably have their life stories in a matter of minutes, Prince Charming," she squeezes affectionately. "We could do vegetables. That might take some research into what grows well here, love. Zuccini, apparently. You know, to maximize the space we have, as this is not a very large plot for garden space... we might want to consider a living wall for the herbs. It would be unusual but we could do it. I actually quite like that notion," with a narrowing of her eyes, she throws up the illusion of a trellis-style wall, covered in plants with a small irrigation system trickling down over it. The transparent herbs even move in the sea-breezes. "What do you think?" She nods to the basket. "Makes me feel like a rubbish woman though, but I think perhaps ours is a--" cough "--modern relationship. I mean, I don't know how to bake a cake. Or make jam. I'm sure it's not hard, but I'd probably set something on fire." But she can easily set up a vertical, self-watering garden. "Oh, it's the labour day weekend. So... Oh! Wow. This coming weekend! Time flies when things happen at a rate of knots." Pausing, she looks up at him in profile. "You're quite the practical type aren't you? Never pictured that."
Lucifer	Lucifer shifts to slide his own arm around her when she comes in close and then tilts his head a little. "I think there is too, and I'll surely keep them in business for at least the next little while. I'm liking this whole working with my hands business..." He offers and then watches as she brings to light what she's thinking of with the herb garden. "Oh that would be lovely... right outside the kitchen window too.." He offers and then looks to the garden space. "I'm sure we can figure out what can and can't grow here. Maybe even grow some things no one else has thought of." "You are not a rubbish woman. Some women don't do little things like gardening and such. Others do. And you learn, and I bet... with you being someone who knows a thing or two about genomes... we can probably not only grow vegetables, but grow hybrids of new ones..." A smirk crosses his lips then. "Ah. This coming weekend? Did we decide if we were going to bring something along with us? Do we need to panic-buy something?" Then he considers. "Or should we just bring alcohol?"
Sinister	Sinister leans into his side. He'll be able to feel the 'give' when she does so, relaxing in a way she never does with anyone else. The guards are down. She even rests her head slightly on the curve of shoulder and chest, gazing at the work in progress as she joins her other arm around his waist for a full-on two-hander, with a slow exhale and a grin felt more than seen. "I could at that. There are some varieties of turnip, beet and the like that grow well in the Ukraine and Russia and all of the Stans, where the winters are far more brutal than in Conneticut. A little tweak here and there and we could have our very own little cottage industry of Eastern European flavour, as long as they can't cross-pollinate." Which might happen. And that might be an interesting disaster in the making, if Sinister actually creates a mutant plant plague. SHe's quiet for a bit, musing psychology in the next breath. "It's probably quite refreshing and new, to do, rather than to buy. Buying is easy and we can do as we please with it, but to do, there's a sense you made something that means more. I suppose that's why I get so passionate sometimes about my work, because it /is/ mine. All mine. Lifetimes of data and experiment, honing and studying lead to well..." she looks at him squinty-eyed for being so close. "...splicing the devil into my DNA." And under her skin. "Do you know how to make fish stew? I mean, we should be able to bring that and thusly bring a bit of our own culture to the potluck. Me by actually being English, you by the fact you want to be."
Lucifer	"What's the worse that happens if they cross pollinate? We'll get turnips that taste like beets and vice versa? Or even a whole new variety of Tureets and Benips?" Lucifer chuckles at himself, feeling how she just rests against him. More than that. She *relaxes* against him. He glances back over to where he wants to buy the deck and nods. "Also, somehow, it's a bit more...connecting? Like with the penthouse... did I ever tell you how I obtained the club and the penthouse?" He pauses. "I won it in a poker game from some high spun drug dealer rapper. Turned the building into a club and the penthouse into my own...but like...nothing of any of that was built by me. I hired people, changed things myself this way or that." He motions. "Something like a deck built with my own two hands will give me a sense of purpose I think. Which is what you have given me since the moment you walked into my life. Purpose. With a capital P." A pause then and he tilts his head. "We could try to make fish stew. Could even catch some fresh fish off the dock if we wanted... But a little culture wouldn't hurt to bring I don't think..."
Sinister	"Well, you do know that the carrot is a man made vegetable. It came about by crossing varieties of turnipe with parsnip to create a sweeter, but crunchier vegetable that didn't try and make your hands blow up in a horrible rash when you pulled it. Parsnips don't want to be eaten, which I can't say I blame them for. So we could end up with the Benip. That is a way better word than a tureet though, which sounds like a dyslexic neurological condition to me." She quiets to listen to the story of Lux, THIS Lux at least, which brings one of her small snorts of amusement "That sounds like the kind of thing that screams you. Never play a game of chance with the devil himself, there's all kinds of stories written about that!" She laughs some, squeezes very slightly and smiles against his skin, adjusting her cheek. There's going to be smudges but she doesn't seem to care, which says something, given the Doctor is OCD about so very many things, including cleanliness. It may catch up to her. But then he went and said -that-. "...I do?" that ended up rather quieter than she thought it would and is followed by a clearing of the throat and a retry. "**AHEM** I mean, I do? I have?" there. Better. What were they talking about? "Erm. Yes. Fish. We could fish. I think given the short notice ah... I'm going to go with buying. Fish for the future though. Oh! Fish pie. Even more English. Um." Stop saying 'um' you goose.
Lucifer	"You do. You have. None of this would be without you, my love. Without you, I'd be lounging about the Penthouse, bored out of my mind and trying to find all sorts of trouble and mayhem to get into." Lucifer offers. "You've settled me. I like it. I think this was my purpose at some point. To come here and make something of my own with someone else. With you. Someone who can both ground me and uproot me. Who can carry on endless conversations of anything but also sit quietly in the same room and just exist." He smiles then. "I am not this without you. That's all I am saying."
Sinister	THat's all he's saying. Just that. Only. That's it. Teenie tiny thing. She pulls back from her close lean hug, just enough to stare at his face. But there is no lie. He doesn't lie. At least not knowingly, so from every perspective that matters, that's the truth. "Samael? You chose to do this," that's all she says, but it's said with a smile, baby at first but one that grows into a grin with a sniffle attached. "Aaaaagh, hormones." SNIFF! She slides on in close so he can't see again and clears her throat again. "I'm a bad, bad person." But she doesn't really sound like she believes that. "You know, I think... you might have actually fullfilled the deal I tried to strike with you. Just not in any way, shape or form, that I could've thought would happen. Hah!"
Lucifer	"I believe I would never have been granted the choice if it were not you who walked in a second time and stayed." Truth from a Silver Tongue. It's no wonder why people don't usually trust the devil. He hears that sniffling, cuddles her close again for a moment. "Did I? Well then. Fulfilling a deal without knowing it...is a pretty decent feeling." Cause it means there really isn't anything attached. No....payment...as it were. He smiles again. "So tomorrow I will go to the local hardware store, and then to the market for fish. If you give me a list of other things we might need for the stew, I'll pick them all up and bring them home. Maybe twice as much...so we can test a recipe first, and then have one to take with us." A nod from him then. "But until then...I think I'm in need of a shower..." He looks to her. "And I think you should join me before you realize just how dirty you are from leaning against me like this."
Sinister	"I find at the moment, I just don't care how dirty I am." Sinister replies. It's not a great revelation, or a <3 moment, but for her, tis significant. She squeezes again, so tight that there's no argument, but there's no kisses, or advances to anything else. Not right now, it isn't necessary. It's holding to be held, being with, just because. Companionship, in its purest form. "Fresh Tarragon, fresh leek, celery, potatos, shallot onions, saffron, a half pint of cream half-and-half, all purpose flower, and garlic root-to-bloom if possible, with a little dill for garnish on the top, once it's cooked. I think we've pretty much got everything but perhaps the tarragon and half-and-half. Maybe the garlic flower. It's best fresh. I know we have sea-salt, I unpacked it. Same with pepper, saffron and olive oil." Pause, beat. "I might have read a mind for all of that, or at least remembered a mind." Only now does she release enough that she MIGHT be lead off to get clean. And yes, he besmirche the cammisole and her face, but she seems unbothered by this. "Maaaaaaaybe, I'll take you into town in Angel. She does love to handle the curves and straights. And no, Baby, you can't drive -my- car." Grin.