Owner	Pose
Lucifer	Love is being open and honest with the ones in your life who are important to you. It's communicating and expressing thoughts and feelings - even when it's tough to do so. Putting others before yourself, but also giving yourself the time needed for all the things in your life. It is not getting all upset because you didn't talk about something and then when you did you disappear. Bad form, Lucifer Morningstar. Cove cottage looks a lot different on the inside. He's made a labarynth out of the inner workings of the downstairs, making sure to twist and turn the maze where he wants people to go. Into the living room, around and serpentine curves into the kitchen. Every room of the downstairs curled into and utilized to be used for a scary scene that people walk into and the piece de resistance... he's got an actual hell-scape at the very end. For the moment, however, Lucifer sits on the roof of the cottage, smoking a cigarette and looking out to the east where the sun is soon to rise.
Sinister	Looking for the star that was named after him? Funny that it's Venus, the only heavenly body bright enough to still stand when the sun is about to rise. It's unknown what happened in the penthouse after Lucifer walked off, whilst Miss Sin was in the bathroom, but then she wasn't all that much in the mood for decorating and the like at the time. A few hours later, it's a different sort of vibe. A flock of birds wings in from the west, a myriad of tiny sparrows, not a murder of crows. They all land on the roof, or around it, on the trees, in the gutter, on the garden fence, watching with tiny little black eyes for a while.
Lucifer	Well, sparrows are certainly different, but seeing them actually makes Lucifer smile. He reaches a hand out to let one of the closer ones hop up and slowly brings that hand back up so he's eye level with the bird. "You know. Sparrows are symbols of love and strength. They're actually sacred to ones who follow Aphrodite. So now I have to wonder if you're here on purpose or accident." Though no flock of birds just suddenly wing and perch at a particular spot and *stay* for any reason. "Seems I'm always doing the dumb thing and then learning from it. Always apologizing. Once I get any other emotion out of my system. But I am sorry..." Then he attempts to nuzzle the bird before motioning towards the sea. "Ah... the sun is coming to say hello..." And it fills the skies with pretty pinks and purples as it does.
Sinister	The little bird in hand hops onto fingers, her little head bobbing, tilting, unafraid. A couple of cocks and a few other hens also land on Lucifer's knee, on his foot, one atop his head, as the dawn breaks in colours, pouring pastels across the horizon and the underside of clouds. It may be cold in October by the sea, but it still gives promise. The little birds remain giving company in this manner for perhaps ten minutes before they take flight, all dive into one spot, swirling together in impacts of tiny feathered bodies, forming upward into the shape familiar. He's a man again, dressed in black jeans and a long leather frock-coat, rings on his fingers and a silver chain about his neck. He's cut his hair off, Sampson is no longer Sampson, but Shaun. A little floppy in the front, but that's what it is. All that vanity, gone, for now. He fishes his own tin of smokes from his pocket, lights one up with a zippo and squints at the morning glow. "I'm not sure why you're sorry. I'm not going to pretend to, so..." he blows smoke from his nose, peers down from the roof momentarily, then looks back at the sunrise. Sunglasses manifest and he hands a pair to Lucifer also.
Lucifer	When the sparrows fleet, as expected, to form the man that is Sinister, Lucifer smiles. The smile holds little happy emotion behind it for the time being, as it is more a sad one. A tilt of head is given while he looks over Sinister's newly chosen look which actually causes him to chuckle softly. "Like the new look. Kinda miss the hair though..." Another drag off his cigarette taken after he says as much. Standing, he moves to be by Sinister's side, and takes the proffered sunglasses to slide them on. "Shall I list out my reasons? Mostly I am sorry that I did not say anything sooner, or present it in a more proper way. Also, for misspeaking and leading you to think one way when it was actually another." Drag, exhale, look out towards the horizon. "Every mistake is an oppotunity to learn and grow. I will do better."
Sinister	"Ah, ok, now it makes sense," there's a pause as the impression behind the sunglasses judging by the elevated eyebrow, is that he's trying to peer up at his own hair. The lapel of his coat is pulled aside a moment, as if regarding 'this old thing?' for the first time and otherwise, the smoke is placed to his lips and drawn upon again with that soft sizzle and pop of the breath. He smiles and similarly, his smile holds very little in the way of happy behind it, leaving the expression bittersweet. He pushes the glasses up flush with his face with a pinky finger. "I dare say the cottage looks freakily good. I dread to think how complicated it is to navigate through if you're not following the path, though." He offers, dragging a puff of nicotine once again. "So what now?"
Lucifer	"Shouldn't be too complicated. Though there might be a trick or two if someone turns down the wrong corridor. That's where all your amazing animatronics and such will come into play..." Lucifer offers in some perhaps slightly vain attempt to lighten the mood. A breath taken in after a moment and then he shakes his head. "I don't know... Until I hear back from Transylvania, I'm just winging things..." Cause he doesn't just pop by Transylvania. "You know, I still have this seeded fear that one of these days you're going to wake up and realize who and what I am. Get tired of my shit and tell me as such." He suddenly confesses. "Just one day look at me and tell me you're tired of it all, and can't do it anymore... and leave me..." He further offers. "I'd only have myself to blame of course, since I've given you ample opportunity to be completely sick and tired of my shenanigans and stupidity... anyone who's got any sense would have left by now..." A pause again. "It's a testament that you haven't...but I fear I ever rise towards a ceiling where one day it will be enough is enough...and you'll be gone..."
Sinister	Sinister turns his head, therefore must be looking. Sunglasses, right? Right. He cocks his perception just a little, the gesture quizzical, but then the smoke is drawn from for one last shot and he stubs it out on the roof, setting it beside himself between his leg and Lucifer's to be incinerated when the moment is right. He puts another to his lips, lighting it. Back to back smoking? Yep, apparently this is a moment for it. The second is lit with a cup of hand to shield the lighter, the zippo flicked with that trademark 'click' to shut it off, pocketted again. This time, he draws only a little and leaves the smoke dangling from his lip at the side. It dances the cherry when he speaks. "I'm not going to leave you, Lucifer. But I think what we have going on right now, doesn't work for us. It was a sweet little dream, but I think that was what it was; a dream. The way things are arranged right now, this is going to happen again and I don't like to feel guilty for monopolizing you, unintentionally. I never meant to, so... we both just let that happen."
Lucifer	"What we have going on now? What...what do you mean by that?" There's a lot, after all. Their living together, having the cottage, the place in Ausburg. A lot of little things that make the whole of their lives together. Lucifer finishes his own cigarette, dropping the still lit butt towards the roof but it - and Sinister's own - pop away in a quick flash of fire. "You're right. We did just let it happen. I need to be more open about things. Need to actually take the time to go and visit Vlad. The balance of it all is off, but I think it's easy enough to adjust.." Or so he hopes, and in some regard it's a two way street for himself and Vlad. It's not like the Vampire Lord is banging down the door demanding time. Lucifer it just conscious of the time he hasn't spent with his other. "...I want it all to work...I suppose that was a bit selfish of me."
Sinister	"Well..." Nathaniel gazes out over the water, at the far shore of the Long-island sound. Shore lights still glitter, the streetlamps not turned off yet. What does he mean by that? "We are going to have an argument of logic here, a discussion if you like. We are not using our emotions, just our higher minds; all that we have done in the last few months, has been active, very time consuming and engaged. You and I have bought property together, established three bases of operation that we consider homes for us, have tried to start a family although that did not work out..." that last is said with sorrow, despite trying to keep emotion out of it "...and engaged in what would be, if it were anyone other than us, the normalities of being a couple. Correct?" He doesn't actually wait for a correct in turn, other than to pause just a bit. "All of these things demand time and attention and as there are only twenty four hours in every day, other things are neglected because of it. I actually have the advantage here, which I haven't even been thinking about because of the all-consuming nature of what I have found myself experiencing feeling, for the first time in my life, even if it was the second time in practicality. Multi-tasking is difficult at best, that's why most couples find just the one active relationship is more than enough for them to handle. The only way it works when you are multi-tasking triples, is often by a strict regimen of dating, or by a polygamous household. Mormons have something weird, but it seems to work for them. Because they are in the same place at the same time -- I can be in multiple places at once, you cannot no matter your power. So I have inadvertantly caused my own downfall."
Lucifer	Lucifer listens and takes it all in as he is prone to do sometimes. To listen completely and then discuss afterwards. "I wonder, perhaps, if having something that is...scheduled...at least on the whole. Will help this. Things happen, and there would be a small request for being flexible at times depending but..." Oh he's trying to work out what he means and fit it into the life they have but wording can be difficult. "I just wonder if instead of randomly being 'oh im going to go do this' ... if it's better that there's a set time frame. Less surprise." He offers that much more and then takes a breath. "Or do you mean that we should...lessen some of the things we have together? I don't really want that. All the things that are ours should remain...I hope."
Sinister	"That my beloved heart, all depends on whether you want equality, or not. I suspect, but I will not assume." Sinister replies, looking sidelong at the devil. "Either way, there will have to be sacrifices, if you want all that you want. You want more time with Vlad and I understand that, but it will mean less time with me, unless you invite him to live with you, which is scary, because he could refuse." Finally, he takes his smoke from his lips, flicks the ash and returns it. "Either way, I accept my fate."
Lucifer	"Well, it will also depend on how things go when I speak with Vlad. So, I'll keep all this in mind when I talk to him. We'll work something out that is best for all three of us." Lucifer says this much and then, decides he's hopefully done with the topic for now. It's not really fare to discuss the fate of three between two people. Vlad has a say as well, after all. The accepting his fate comment sort of stings Lucifer, but he pushes it aside and offers a smile. He turns towards Sinister then, lifting a hand to touch fingers against a cheek before attempting to pull the man into a hug - or something. Needing a bit of physical attention in the long run of things.
Sinister	There is a bit of resistance to the hug, because he can't seem to help himself. Not pulling away, just stiffness before the caving and the clutch, pulling Lucifer against himself and holding on with all the strength he can muster, which is considerable. Luckily, it only lasts for a moment, before he releases, looks away at the horizon, so that his face is still in profile, then away completely, toward the west. What he does he isn't proud of, because his shoulders shake then still with determination, through silence, barring a few intakes of breath. In the mind, it is harder to hide, because of what he did and allowed to happen, as there is sorrow overflowing. He weeps, but there is no sound and no major external gravitas.
Lucifer	Lucifer notes the resistance to the hug, how it takes a moment before it's accepted and they're in an embrace. Yet even that is a short thing before Nathaniel looks away and then, further, turns away. It's not the physical indicators, but that which fills the mind. That overflowing well of sorrow and Lucifer gives a blink or two before he steps closer once and lifts a hand to place on shoulder. "Nathaniel? Wh-what is it? What's wrong?"
Sinister	Sinister shakes his head, sat on the roof as they are. "My turn to be sorry, I didn't want that to happen it just... yeah, sorry about that," he fights through it, which can be felt, then looks up to the sky, lets everything relax as best he can and surrenders to the embrace. Well, it's not so much an embrace any more, but it might be soon, as he turns back to the ocean sound and leans his head against Lucifer's shoulder. Inch by steady inch, the sorrow is rained in, until there's a calm once again. "I'll be fine in a bit. Just give me a few."
Lucifer	"You know... you shouldn't draw in your emotions like that. If you need to let things out, then let them out." Lucifer offers gently, but only just. In the interim, he simply shifts to embrace as needed or wanted. Or he lets Nathaniel fall into it on his own. However is needed. Seems like this morning is going to just be filled with them sitting together, basking in each other, but also letting emotions ride out that have built up. And that's okay too.
Sinister	"I have to, my beloved. If I don't, the entire of conneticut and New York State for five hundred miles around is going to be struck with it. I don't want that to happen, it's... anathema to me. Nobody should experience this, nobody should share what I feel, except those that I specifically choose to share with. At the moment, I don't have the power to limit that, except by lockdown. You feel it because I share something with you that is exceptionally deep. I cannot stop being a telepath; this is how control over it is exerted." Sinister says this quietly, leaning against the devil, but every word rings true. He must, or would. And as the world has experienced many times, through various other powers in the psychic field, it is a truism. The truth is, if he let loose, every single mind within five hundred mile radius of himself, possibly further if he was exceptionally fired up, would /feel/ it. He won't let that happen. Even so, the sharing of a cuddle on the roof, is muted. Because of everything he just said. Light chases the shadows away, but it doesn't chase bone weary. "Bedtime, I think. I'm going to actually sleep." And so it will be.