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Lucifer	Walking into the bio-dome, acres big and yet shrunken by the necessity of ceiling space, Lucifer had felt a tug of something both familiar and not. He remembers hearing Nathaniel ask him to help catalog all the flora within the dome, since this is the last surviving bit of Pangea - untouched by most anyone. Of course he agreed and readily so...and then the unthinkable happened. There are many things that make up a memory. A thought, a sound, a touch... the senses play a game and bring back times past. Sometimes memories are pleasent things to remember, other times they're better left in the dark from which they leaked. For Lucifer, all the senses played a role, up to and including the presence of what could have perhaps existed in the Garden of Eden when he tempted man to fall from grace. So much so, that he is now a serpent wrapped around a low-slung branch and the only way to describe it further is it would almost seem he's snuggling down into the branch. Nestling. Waiting.
Sinister	Tea was had. Checks were made. More tea was had. A bit of work was done. And now, a man stares up at the serpent in the branch with one of those determined looks upon his face. Floating up slow, Sinister comes face to face with the danger noodle that once was an archangel and gazes into unblinking eyes. "This would help a lot more of you weren't deaf. But you are, so we're just going to hope that you don't get surly with me," is said pointlessly, but the vibrations in the silent world inside Lucifer's mind might still be found. Gently, the geneticist attempts to uncoil the snake from the branch, to tempt it to curl around his arm or even to bite him if it comes to it; anything to detach the serpent from his somnolent waiting game. For what it's worth, that hand is warm, the arm branchlike in its own right.
Lucifer	Lucifer may be deaf as a serpent, but those beady eyes hold some form of recognition when Sinister floats up to come face to face with him. His forked tongue darts out a few times, obtaining scent and it's a familiar one. Too bad this isn't the Harry Potter world and perhaps Sinister could speak Parseltongue. That would make things even more interesting! So when the geneticist attempts to uncoil the snake, there's a initial hiss of a warning, but then there's that warmth. Oh that's a nice feeling indeed and soon Luci-snake departs from the branch to coil around Sinister's arm. There's still a bit of hissing, and he slithers up the arm enough to rest head against ear, tongue flicking against the edge a few times. <<Thissss isssss interesssting...>>
Sinister	<<I should hope so,>> a subtle voice, almost a whisper in response, as Sinister floats down to the floor of the biodome. This is not Eden, but it has glens and fronds, miniature ecosystems, irrigation, cultivation... and various little glens and glades within that immitate various climes and environments of Pangea. THrough them he drifts, raising his other hand to stroke scales soothingly. Lucifer-as-serpent is probably venomous. This would make sense. Best to just be gentle here, that would still be painful. It isn't -Lucifers- glade. But it is similar enough to be potentially familiar; a blanket of moss, more brightly coloured and unseen since the times when it was originally populous across the planet. Trees, a pool of reflection where the aquatic flora and fauna are also indigenous. The sound of insects and birds as they're meant to be. Here Sinister settles down upon the moss, feet touching down lightly. With care, he absorbs his shirt back into himself, rather than removing it physically -- the better not to disturb the serpent Samael, who now may have even more warmth.... and with a shrug and a wince, the archangel's gift unfurls, shadowing the floor. Staring at his hand, Nathaniel manifests a sickle knife of prodigeous size and lays it at his feet. <<THere are reasons for all things. Purpose in everything. This is true even here.>>
Lucifer	It takes a moment. After the shirt is absorbed and so Luci-snake gets the direct warmth of skin which causes him to coil a touch tighter. He is venomous, but Sinister is familiar enough and Lucifer still has wits enough within his mind that he won't bite the man who holds him currently. Had it been Constantine who tried to pry him from the branch, it might have been a different story. After a moment, once Sinister has settled upon the moss in the glade, Lucifer actually begins to uncoil himself from the man's arm and makes his way onto the moss itself. Not Eden, not his glade, but familiarities of senses which play on his tongue - literally in this moment. And in another moment still the serpent flickers and soon rises up, shifts form once more, and becomes the archangel once again. He shakes himself a bit and then gives a bit of a hum. "Strange. For a moment... back then... I thought I heard them. Adam and Eve. Would have even sworn I saw them. And something became immediate regression. In a sense. I guess. When I stepped and touched and smelled and saw... it was like a huge rush of familiar and yet not." He smirks then. "I hope I didn't worry you..."
Sinister	"Well, I'm rather glad I didn't need you," Sinister comments softly to the sickle and leaves it at his feet, folding his wings back against his back, also. The black feathers shine in the dome's light, seemingly PARTICULARLY underlit with red at the moment, simply from the quality of the spectrum. He rests his hands on his knees, looking at the back of Lucifer's head as the devil speaks. "Scent is a very evocative sense. Add the sounds you've not heard for millions of years and... well..." he quiets. "Are you ok?"
Lucifer	"It's interesting because...Christians would make one believe that no one was ever able to see the beauty of Eden. God slammed the gates shut when he cast out the betrayers. And I could never describe it's wonders enough to do it justice..." Lucifer offers, turning to face Nathaniel then, giving a smile and a nod. "Yes, my love, I'm okay. More than. It's not Eden, but it's very close...the closest one could ever come to it. Alive and well on this little piece of hidden paradise..." He leans in then, offering a tender kiss to the man and then a nuzzle into his neck. "Have I ever told you how you never cease to amaze and surprise me in oh so many glorious ways?"
Sinister	FOr some reason the privacy of the moment and the tender kiss offered acts as a catalyst for Sinister. The light affection is returned, the nuzzle makes goosebumps rise, then he shivers oh-so-slightly and wraps both arms -and- wings about the devil, kneeling up in order to do it and pulling him tight. A deep inhale, of the scents of the forest primordial, the Arden and that which is Samael fills his lungs. He doesn't say anything, but it seems to be a moment profound to him. The release therefore comes slow, "...you've mentioned the fascination once or twice. I don't really understand it, given a variety of factors, but it does make me pleased as punch." A stroke of both palms reaches Lucifer's shoulders, trailing down to elbows, then he lets his hands settle on his lap again. "I was concerned, shall we say. I mean, you've animalled out a couple of times, but this one felt significant."
Lucifer	Lucifer surely doesn't mind that embrace which comes with the light affection, the feel of arms and wings embracing him tight for a moment. Doesn't even mind the silence for often times that's Sinister's love language. It's less what he says and more what he does, and Lucifer prides himself in learning as much of that language as he can to understand it. So the slow release after and the words that follow bring a smile from the Devil and then he nods his head while feeling that touch of palms against him. "It was, for the aforementioned reason. I could not, within the garden, present myself as human for that would have proven God a liar. Confused the two. And I did not wish that. My intention was to give my father the finger, not undo all he had done. So... serpent... for reasons. Having that hard flash of memory caused a moment." Then he chuckles. "I should turn into animals more often so it doesn't seem such a randomly freak occurrence..."
Sinister	Sinister nods lightly. And that is a truth. FOr Sinister, he talks to fill the air. Often to confuse and confound and talk a circle around someone, occasionally, to lambast with wit and or scorn, often to think a problem through, but he very much is a man where actions speak louder than words and to him, always have. He didn't talk about changing the destiny of mankind, he did it. Put his money where his mouth was and the results? Well... "Understandable, I suppose. Different rules... if paradoxical ones." He exhales, glances at his wings a moment, then from the apex of them down to the ends of the primaries as he lifts one up, smiles almost sadly and with a shrug, puts them away again. "I still am a little unclear why you ended up as a ferret that time. The logic defied logic." He chuckles softly, shaking the memory out of his head. "Perhaps, it's best not to tempt a relapse for you, here. There's a whole variety of environments in the savage lands that are less... well... primordial."
Lucifer	"I really don't want to be a ferret again... at least not here..." Lucifer offers and then chuckles, shifting to sit and lean sideways against Nathaniel. "This is an interesting looking glade. Naturally formed or was it cultivated based on inspiration from another spot?" He asks this, giving Sinister a side eye for a moment. "Suppose the pools here we'll want to refrain from simply diving into? But should someone want to dip their toes into a pool of water, is there a place to do so? Also, I'd love to get a view of under the water where I swear I saw aquatic dinosaurs swimming."
Sinister	Sinister opens his mouth and closes it, when a resituation occurs. There is hesitancy, which is uncharacteristic, as he looks about the biodome with his arm hovering from landing around Lucifer. There might be a rational reason for that, because he looks down at the moss, over at the pool, down to the lower region of the biodome and back to the devil. "And you just got comfortable," he clucks his tongue, rising to his feet and reaching his hand to the man, gesturing the other around the place. "Absolutely none of this is natural, I crafted the whole lot and planted it all, from all the regions. All of it cultivated, to create a biosphere of the entire region. But come..." he begins walking, heading toward the lowest point of the underground facility, hopefully with a hand in his own. Outside of the created bio-sphere, there's a well appointed if quaintly old-fashioned facility. Overstuffed chairs, victorian decor, brass fittings and all that jazz, overlayed on extreme future-modernism, because it has all the bells and whistles one might want to have. A couple of cups of tea are aquired on route as he heads lower, to at least fifty foot below the surface of the lake. There's a bubble, with a platform within it, external lights illuminating the water without, so the aquatic /giants/ of the prehistoric period can be viewed in their glory. And it mixes things up, also, because that is what the Savage lands do; survivors of previous ages, it is not just the cretaceous and jurassic periods that are preserved here. Past the window, a duncleosteus passes, easily the size of a buick and fully armoured with a jaw that can bite through solid steel. And then gracefully in its wake, not that long afterwards a mosasaur passes by, all flippers and incredibly long jaws. Fish of all stripes grace the eyeballs and on the lake bottom which is not that far beneath, aquatic scorpions, the size of a man, scour the bottom.
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks and then tilts his head as Nathaniel shifts to stand, moving to stand along with him. He would insert that he didn't necessarily mean right now, but they're already standing and perhaps getting a bit more of a tour is a good idea. "Ah, I see. Hence why you wish help cataloging it all." He offers with a nod of his head and then sets to follow. Paying attention to where they are, were, and go is of importance to Lucifer lest he get lost at any point in time. Tea acquired, he follows along still until they reach that lower bubble, to the platform, and watches the illuminated water beyond the wall. The dinos, fish, and even man-sized scorpions earn a soft whistle from the Devil. "Beautiful. Absolutely amazing..."
Sinister	Sinister cradles his mug (THe Horror!) of tea, against his side as he steps up to Lucifer's side, inching an arm around the man's waist, albeit oddly tentatively. Inch inch... here we go... inch, inch... there. Arm around! He sips the black tea, giving a very soft slurp of it as he casts eyes over the waterscape, keeping eyes there, though the possessive grip remains, it is less so than it usually is. Just a tad 'casual' in how it clutches. "Nature has an amazing talent of being awe inspiring. Take singular creator myths out of it and it simply astounds..." he comments, smiles at history infront of their very eyes, then with a clearing of the throat: "Nothing outside of the biodome is guaranteed to be safe. But with you, that hardly matters. Most of the pools for irrigation purposes in the biodome are quite safe, if you wish to dive in. With anyone. Or on you own." He informs this, fingers curling in at the fabric that sits upon Lucifer's hip. "I have a bizarre question and I understand it might just make you look at me sidelong like I have an extra head..." he prefaces, then looks sidelong across the planes of his face to his lover. "...do you like my wings? I... I sort of have the feeling you just don't pay them much mind. Which is ok. I get that. They're commonplace for you."
Lucifer	Lucifer has to give a little hint of a smirk as he feels that arm inch it's way around his waist. Not quite...closer...perfect. It causes him to lean a little more against his lover while he sips at his own tea and gives a nod of his head to the first statement. "Ah," regarding the note on the waters in the biodome, "that is good information to have. I might take a dip... I might lure you with me. Naked. Just because." He offers more with a waggle of his brows. It's that next statement that sort of gets him, and he turns his head to try and look better upon the man next to him. "I do like your wings." He offers, indeed a bit flummoxed at the question. "I suppose I do tend to...over look them? Is the best way I can say it. I don't mean to." He then considers a moment. "Do YOU like them?"
Sinister	"Most of the time, yes. Some of the time, very much no. THey ache, on occasion... it's like blue balls without that part of my anatomy being involved at all," Sinister says with a sigh. The waggle of the eyebrows got itself a grin at least! But he's sober thereafter, offering a grin for the possibility of primordial skinny dipping, but there's other things bothering him, so he focuses. "When we first connected, I touched your wings without knowing the effect it would have on you. The reaction was strong and pretty damn profound." He admits this, giving a squeeze of grip, relaxing afterwards. The words fight for being spoken, arguing across his face until he gets them to behave and continues, as it seems it needs out. "When you touch them it feels amazing. Extraordinarily intimate. I can't explain it adequately, as the particular sensory array that they have is not something I'd ever experienced prior to having them bestowed upon me. I just wanted to clarify and wrap my mind around the fact that ... that..." he stalls, looks actually embarassed with it "...you don't touch them. Erm. I was wondering, like... perhaps you ... ah... were embarassed about them or something of that ilk, that you gave me a pair of extremely sensitive intimate ... well... ahh...."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks, goes to say something, but then he doesn't. In truth he isn't sure what to say. He understands what Nathaniel is speaking on, and suddenly feels a pang of guilt for perhaps...neglecting...that certain fact about their wings. "I don't really have an explanation for you. I can say that I am surely not embarrassed by them, not in the slightest. I can guess that because it's rare for me to let mine out...it's not that I forget that sensation, it's just that I rarely feel it...because I don't let them out in the first place. ...Ah.." He seems to be carefully considering his next words. "I did notice, in the biodome, they had a very pronounced flare of red. It's was a pretty thing to see... And the only thing I can offer from now on is to pay them a little more attention when they do flare out." A ponder. "If the situation calls for it, of course... like when we're alone...and just spending time in each other's company."
Sinister	It's very hard to tell if that landed in the right ball court or not, mostly because the facet that displays the emotion is striving very hard against embarassment at the moment. That paints his porcelain white skin into a shade of pearly pink that he's fighting against and the other factors that paint an emotion over features are being restrained because of it. "Of course, of course," that might be a good indicator? He nods a couple of times, smiles and squeezes again, clearing throat. Past, that's what that is. We will not be mentioning it again, if we can help it. Nope! "I'm glad. That you're not embarassed by them, that is. I could understand why you might be, so, it's a good thing." AWKward! Well, for good reason really, given what they provoke sensation wise. Something else is squished down, flattened and is next to impossible to unfold from where it got obliterated and he takes a deep breath, squeezing again. "Please do not feel guilty. You're not the one that -should- feel guilty in the first place. We should find Vlad. He's probably basking in the sunlight, someplace." And so, certain things are dismissed and put aside. But what might crop up later, in tickle torture scenarios? Who knows. For now, that is all to bed.