[You've got good people backing you is actually a very funny thing for a demon to say, but he's too relieved at the prospect that he might not have to obliterate mankind and still may succeed for that to sway him.]
[He gives the Avatar of Pride a polite, grateful smile. This Sun Tzu sounds promising.]
Thank you. [He means that, genuinely. He didn't expect he'd be trusting any resident of Earth with these plans but... well, he's still hung up on color magic.]
Yuzu and macha are good about this time of year, I find. They go well with a warm coffee or a tea. [He knows a few good places.]
Oh yeah? I haven't had either in awhile. [Soft grin.] Can't get them in Devildom too easily. Everything grows weird. [Well what do you expect with no sun!?]
[Although --] We do have coffee and tea. Devildom coffee completely changes based on your emotions, how you brew it.
Are you fond of all sour things or just coincidental?
[By the time they get back to the apartment, he's a little nervous. Not anything that makes it to his posture or face- he's gotten fantastic at hiding his emotions, but it's there. A dull undercurrent of a dog inviting a wolf into its well protected home.]
Hold on. I have to do one thing-
[He opens the door and before he can get unceremoniously mauled or anything, he steps inside and calls out-] C018?
General! You're home!
[A robot cat skids into view as the General comes in, realizing that there's someone with him as he's running to greet him.]
Why did you bring home a human?
He's not a human. We're going to be discussing confidential matters so you need to go into rest mode.
Are you sure? Don't you need C018 for anything? I am a loyal soldier ready to help.
I'm sure. I'll plug you in so you'll feel nice and recharged when you wake up.
[Which, all of this gives Lucifer time to judge the inside of the apartment. It's very mild so far as the panda love goes. He managed to restrain himself at a couple of posters and judgment panda, though there's more hidden in dishware in the cabinets and a particularly squishy little fellow guarding the loft bed, convenient for morning pats. And it is very clean, very orderly, definitely the signs of a man that likes to keep his house in one particular way.]
[And of course the panda cat bed, that C018 is placed in so that he can take a planned nap and not be fully scandalized by his alien father who decided to make the questionable choice of bringing a devil into his home. A very handsome devil that he needs to approach again now.]
[He sets the bag near the door and nearly tackles the General, but no no, gotta be cool.]
[He chuckles a little over the judgemental panda, and he's pleased it's so clean and organized. # Brother Dad things is constantly yelling at them to clean their shit.]
Hello. [Tugs the General right up against him, their undeniable chemistry demanding more tests of latent reactions. He does pop his head around to make sure the robot cat won't get traumatized if Lucifer starts making out with the cats' dad here.] Would you like to start telling me all the things you'd like me to do, or should I slowly ease you into it?
Abandoned by a fool and adopted by me. [He clarifies.] But I think he'd like to think of himself as security.
[Also... wow, they've been dancing around it all day, and now he has him. This close he can see the odd pattern of red and black to his eyes, the General's own gold ones peering through his hair.]
We'll figure it out as we go. [He neatly notches his long fingers behind his tie and starts pulling it loose. At the same time, he leans forward to nuzzle against him.]
Forgive me. It's been a long time since I've wanted something like this for myself. [He's been perfectly fine alone for so long, that now wanting is unsteadying, confusing. But the first step is finally finding out what those lips feel like as he slants their mouths together, pressing their lips with slow ease rather than the desperate hunger he's actually feeling.]
[The microwave goes off just in time for a knock at the door.]
We have a visitor! [C018 calls out.] ...Why?
I was injured at work so my friend is visiting to help out.
The not-human?
Yes, the not-human. [He's saying as he gets the door and gestures for Lucifer to come in.] I just microwaved something and was about to sit down. You can help yourself to anything. [Sure he has ever resource in the world but he can offer.]
[C018, in the meantime, is sitting on the back of the couch and craning to have an extended look at Lucifer since he was prevented from it last time.]
[He got the door anyway hahah.] Oh? Did I bring too much food then? You should be resting you know. [But damn his mood is just... SKY HIGH.]
[He brings in the bag, looking around for the best table to set things up on. He's pretty sure he definitely doesn't need to worry that it'll go to waste, the General has to eat!]
Hello C018. Thank you for not vaporizing me yet. I hope I can earn your respect.
I think I can eat a lot while I'm healing, even without the help. [So yes, he'll take it. He puts the curry down on his coffee table, letting Lucifer use the rest of the space as he sees fit.]
My developers didn't install laser or heat weaponry. I only had injectors. [He sounds so serious about that, and then he hops off the couch to go find a new angle to watch suspiciously from. Like a real cat.]
I found him in a park. [The General says.] A rival organization developed him. We don't know much more about them than they're using drones. [He makes room for Lucifer to sit beside him.]
[Hey, he did his best to get them off to private an area as possible but it's still pretty much in public and he's just realizing this isn't just 'happy make-out', he's already very much in the state that if he doesn't close his coat he's going to be embarrassing himself.]
[Perhaps this is not the most civilized place but even he knows he's bordering on going a step too far.]
[Now, he could carry Lucifer but he learned from the nightmare of carrying an entire barrel amount of milk for miles that he should not do this. So his breath is shaky and his lips are still hot with Lucifer's taste as he tries to will himself under control. Breath. One. Two. Three. Good. Almost.]
[He straightens himself out and smooths down Lucifer's lapels, tugs his own clothes into proper position. Just grappling to get their dignity back in place.]
I think we should get back and discuss this more privately.
[And he's pretty much relying on Lucifer to get anywhere.]
[It's hard to imagine, feeling the emotion rolling off him, that any part of this could be a bad thing. He's looked at all the time as a figurehead of enviable strength and fortitude, of a wise director with everyone's best interests in mind. He's pretty sure people have had romantic aspirations for him in the past.]
[He's feeling needy now. Right now he can't tell the difference physically, just that he's needy. That he wants Lucifer's hands on him. That he wants to keep tasting his sharp kiss and the salt from his skin, he wants to breathe him in, and he's so heady with the want that pale purple smoke is drifting from one nostril.]
[Yeah, they need to go. They need to go or he's going to build a reputation for himself down here that is not the one he wants to build.]
Take me somewhere. You lead.
[He grinds his sharp teeth in fierce resistance to the feral feelings building up in him. That little cute kiss makes it worse! How dare he! That was cute!]
[Lucifer growls with desperate want and ties their wrists together with the red tie almost like they're married in some sort of ceremony Lucifer just made up, because he was created way before marriage, and the General is an alien anyway. He needs to ask about the Homeworld's traditions if any. Later.]
We have got to start adding hotels or something.
[It's just still reeeeeeaaaally fucking rare that anyone visits HELL.]
Fastest is just home.
[That is the one flaw in the arrangement if them being equals. Neither of them are the jogging / flying / weight lifting juggernauts of some others. Even if they're both mentally and conquest-wise equal matches.]
[Luckily, Lucifer is BEYOND motivated, and this is his actual domain: Hell, the land of darkness and magic, and he can basically do a shadow corridor to go FAST even if the cursed grounds of the House of Lamentation means no direct teleports -- outside of pacts or similar.]
[Grabbing the bag with the unbound hand, gently holding the bound hand of the General like it's precious, tentative just the same as their first date, when Lucifer started to realize just how much he desperately wanted this, he steps into his own shadow, grabs the General's shadow, and opens a shadow corridor shortcut. In they go.]
You have to keep moving in these. So this isn't ever a destination. It's a shortcut. Between all things. It jumps shadow to shadow compressing dumensions, but not one into itself.
You're officially a warlock now. Remind me later, so I can teach you, and you can do this without me, with your own magic.
[A hard laugh.] Your friends won't know what to make of you. But be careful. Black or purple might be able to fight you in this. It's related to the dream realm, while not specifically part of it. And black usually neutralizes while white disperses -- cleanses, so they might be able to either ambush or kick you out of the corridor.
[He squeezes the hand, still jogging. He's just so happy!!!!]
Make sure you keep breathing. It can be... weird feeling the first time. Tch. I forgot to try your warp gates to nail down what it uses. Oh well, missed chance.
Also start thinking about what you want to do in my room for the next 12 hours. Because I don't think I'll be able to let go for at least long except to get you food. I can't remember wanting anything this much before.
The tie isn't part of the spell. It's just for me. So I know you're here. [Lightly squeezes the hand again.] It makes me happier.
[He doesn't understand the significance of the tie, but he does understand that it reinforces that he doesn't want to let him go.]
[He's still strong enough to jump from roof to roof, and incredibly fast. He can claw through metal. He can keep up, and he does until suddenly they're taking an unexpected shortcut. Again he's afflicted with the whole confusing sense of 'what is even happening, and he clutches to that tie like it's a lifeline. He was so giddy with ambition that now everything has to catch up to him while the world is spinning.]
[So he clings to Lucifer's hand and lets himself be led through.]
No purple. Black is Trigger's problem. [He figures that might not be what Lucifer means, but he's so thrown by the situation the Rangers are the first thing he thinks of. Red is his. Trigger is ideally suited to go against black. Short-range dimension warping would be so useful in a fight!]
['I can't remember wanting anything this much before.']
[A softer smile touches the General's lips. Who couldn't feel joy at making someone they care about this happy? As gorgeous as Lucifer is, what's really getting him is that he made this tired man giddy. That he can give him rest, that he can show him a reasonable path to his goals both steady and unhurried.]
[He holds that little bit more firmly.]
[He needed to do some grocery shopping but that can wait. He can put aside his regimented, faithfully maintained schedule in an act of devotion. He can indulge in both being wanted and bask in the absolute starshine coming off this man right now.] I'll think of something.
Sorry for texting while you're at work, I know the work / off mode divide is a big deal.
Something unexpected came up.
I need some clear rules on where something is work, our relationship, or I'm being an idiot.
That sounds weirder. Hang on.
I punish my siblings with ropes and violence. Mild violence. Among other things. I only want to bite people I have a mild -> strong attraction to. So you. And never Barbatos.
If there's a capacity for me to rein someone in, and no one else, at what point is it crossing a line?
[Gently pounding a fist to his forehead.] I can tell with my brothers easily.
For the record, this isn't about Diavolo. And if you didn't think it was, ignore that. I'm just too in my head on this.
Start over: There's this space weapon (Unicron) with a black hole in his stomach. I can handle him, but normally no one else can. I can set up all the paperwork to set up a long term safe-space which has other greater practical applications what with the blackhole compressing far below our abyss, and with Beelz (hungry brother #6) also having a blackhole stomach. OBVIOUSLY I know sexual is a huge red line, even of my own I don't want that, only you. But how far can I go with interrogation like Muller before it gets to a level that you'd be sad about?
Sorry, I haven't had a real relationship like this before. And all my sexual ones were just succubi who needed a dominant sadist to work through issues.
[It's one of those, 'going to have to take a break to respond to a text' kind of days. He finds his usual lonely spot to have lunch and reads over what he was sent, thinking that he understands it.]
I'm fine with it.
[It's the simplest possible thing to send. He worries any explanations as to why he's fine with it would make him feel badly- so he doesn't do that. Sometimes you know someone needs something more that he can't provide. He guesses he should even compartmentalize the thoughts about it even before Lucifer gets another view into his head.]
Though if you talk to Muller, pleased don't use any of her tactics on me. She's a very competant interrogator and is quite skilled at her job. She's also a commendable teacher and instructor, so I have every confidence she'd give you exceptional advice. For other people. Not for me.
[...Is his boyfriend going to go not!fuck a car with a black hole in it's stomach?]
Get me the data on that black hole if you can. [What even, sir?!] Not your brother's, the space weapons'. At least what he's consenting to provide. Have fun. [I guess? What a strange life he leads. Says the man in a number way too low-cut for his own good.]
I already promised I would never do that ;) (Use those things on you so you can maintain the work / private life divide. I think of it like me and my brothers. I will never mix sexy with them. Disgusting.)
I can do that. (data.)
I don't really need an education in it, I know a lot, I just want to compare notes. Maybe fight with Muller so you don't have to. Make sense? Is that crossing a line? I know your co-workers aren't like my family, but they're close enough, and they protect you, so they're important to me.
So normally my closet has my bureau drawers, and I like it that way. And since I locked Belphie in the attic awhile back, I basically let him have it, but if he's okay with it, I might put Stevia (the Skeleton) in the attic. Want go shopping to get an appropriate panda replacement?
[Finally, when he does summon Lucifer, and he's thrown his full tantrum, he's just sitting on a rooftop near where he squished the vehicle, watching the humans below try to figure out what happened to their car, and he's kind of ashamed of it but not too ashamed because... well... they're cops.]
...I want you to do something for me. [He sends him a link. It's to a playlist of like 22 some hours of Uenono Zoo caretaker footage. Including the ones for the animals they've hand-reared or rehabilitated.]
See if you can get them to watch this. At least some of it. [And see how many of those animals very much are not fit for the wild.]
...I shouldn't have done that, either. [He's watching the car still. He doesn't care about the cops but today the shop owners nearby are going to be inconvenienced by the mess and he buys groceries there. Big sulk.]
[Lucifer joins him on the rooftop, instantly, walks over, sits down, and wraps an arm and two wings protectively around his best friend's shoulder from behind.]
I'll try. [Softer smile.] She didn't set them into the wild, except the ones who could handle it. She brought them to nature reserves, not all of them. The ones who wanted to stay, did. We're chaotic, yes, but she's not even fallen. Technically. Somehow.
[Leans his head on the General's, and points at the car's destruction with his free hand and a small smirk.] Hot. Can I make us invisible, in case the rangers come investigating?
I told Belphie he could have one pet. Everyone gets to have one, only one. It was my loophole for Cerberus. I couldn't take in a dog that chewed on half of them and not at least let them try too, right? Mammon broke the rule, too many crows at once. Levi never has, so even though his first pet snake went wild, and is massive. I mean truly huge. Cerberus size, but longer, and less aggressive. He has a goldfish now, I mentioned to you.
[WAVES OF AFFECTION OVER THE GENERAL.] Satan always breaks the rule with cats. So he gets none.
Belphie wanted a giant bushy-tailed cloud rat. [Tightens the hug on the General's shoulders.] Barbatos hates rats. He can't handle the word rat. So we tried to come up with a different name for it to be a disguise, since they've had a pet hamster briefly and that was allowed.
Alexiel told him no. She's seen Devildom, she knew they couldn't survive the air, too toxic. They only live in the Philippines. That's how Belphie and I never heard of it before. Fiddly small islands works within the plausible deniability. We were all around when Father made the garden of Eden. [Cranes his head back and looks up at the stars.] I've been wondering. Maybe the reason Earth has so many animals is us angels. We were obsessed with them. It was the first job Father ever gave us. To help strengthen their spirits, to teach them, to help them with instincts. I told you Adam was in charge of language, learning and giving names. Before Lilith fucked it up, the point of the garden was to have so many animals, so Adam could learn what we all knew too. Alexiel basically has only ever lived in the garden -- between reincarnations.
But she did say she'd help Belphie get a cloud rat that could handle the magic fairy-devildom atmosphere.
She cares about them. The animals, the workers, the kids, every single human, every single spirit, you, me, and she loathes all versions of Father for more reasons than I have. Mostly because she cares about Earth that much, and has suffered at his hands more.
[Both arms in the hug, now wrapping his other arm around the General's front.]
I don't know what's going on. I can only see when the monsters breach the surface. I can see the ripples, but you're a penguin. When you're below the surface, I'm mystified. I can see some of the ripples, but I don't know what's at deep below. A lot of times you look at me like I'm doing impossible miracles when I do things others would take for granted, but I feel the same way, you know? I think you're incredible.
Talk to me. Is it the information gathering? Shareholder meeting? Or is it me? Too much too fast?
[He grunts an affirmative. Yeah, he doesn't want to deal with the rangers right now. It'd be a little too much.]
[He doesn't say anything right away. He just lets him talk and he listens.] I won't fault you for loving your family. It's good you defend them. To you, she was doing the right thing because her intentions were good. To me, she- [He trails off. There's no way he can verbalize his point.]
But you warned me. And I don't think I took it as seriously as I should have. So in the end, it is my fault.
[He bows his head, looking at his dangling feet.]
I'm not much better, though. I just smashed a car in front of shops that I need to make purchases at. I didn't even think I was doing the right thing. I was just emotional and aimed at the most acceptable target.
[Fully the air of a man that found out his house of worship was vandalized. So, finally he just reaches and grabs Lucifer's wrist and tries to dig up some memories. Much of it's uneventful, but there are moments of zen there that he never experienced the likes of before Earth. Not just that, memories of people he'd seen. Humans at their very best. Caretaking the animals. Or the little boy who sat with him for hours waiting to see a panda tail, then later teaching him how to pet bunnies when the General sincerely had no idea what to do. Like he didn't even know how to pet things before the zoo. The hours upon hours upon hours he's spent there, not fighting, not scared about an enemy ambush as he constantly constantly is, just watching pandas. Even memories where he's talking to a red-headed young man, and they agree not to fight because of the animals. Truly his safe haven.]
[So even if Lucifer is 100% sure Alexiel was in the right, he can at least see why it would still have an impact on the General. And just showing him is easier than explaining all that, even if it means he has to sit there and just hold onto him for a little bit.]
[Wolf puppies always look so soft. He wonders if they are as fuzzy as they look.]
My day.
[He sends a video of his cloud-looking desk buddy putting pencils back in his desk organizer. When it notices it's being recorded it looks at the camera and says, 'Pi?!' And that's it. Apparently his day is less annoying by far.]
Do you want to watch my favorite panda documentary with me tonight? I was planning to do a rewatch but I can make dinner and we can just rest on the couch.
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[He gives the Avatar of Pride a polite, grateful smile. This Sun Tzu sounds promising.]
Thank you. [He means that, genuinely. He didn't expect he'd be trusting any resident of Earth with these plans but... well, he's still hung up on color magic.]
Yuzu and macha are good about this time of year, I find. They go well with a warm coffee or a tea. [He knows a few good places.]
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[Although --] We do have coffee and tea. Devildom coffee completely changes based on your emotions, how you brew it.
Are you fond of all sour things or just coincidental?
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Hold on. I have to do one thing-
[He opens the door and before he can get unceremoniously mauled or anything, he steps inside and calls out-] C018?
General! You're home!
[A robot cat skids into view as the General comes in, realizing that there's someone with him as he's running to greet him.]
Why did you bring home a human?
He's not a human. We're going to be discussing confidential matters so you need to go into rest mode.
Are you sure? Don't you need C018 for anything? I am a loyal soldier ready to help.
I'm sure. I'll plug you in so you'll feel nice and recharged when you wake up.
[Which, all of this gives Lucifer time to judge the inside of the apartment. It's very mild so far as the panda love goes. He managed to restrain himself at a couple of posters and judgment panda, though there's more hidden in dishware in the cabinets and a particularly squishy little fellow guarding the loft bed, convenient for morning pats. And it is very clean, very orderly, definitely the signs of a man that likes to keep his house in one particular way.]
[And of course the panda cat bed, that C018 is placed in so that he can take a planned nap and not be fully scandalized by his alien father who decided to make the questionable choice of bringing a devil into his home. A very handsome devil that he needs to approach again now.]
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[Not that he shows it.]
Security system?
[He sets the bag near the door and nearly tackles the General, but no no, gotta be cool.]
[He chuckles a little over the judgemental panda, and he's pleased it's so clean and organized. # Brother Dad things is constantly yelling at them to clean their shit.]
Hello. [Tugs the General right up against him, their undeniable chemistry demanding more tests of latent reactions. He does pop his head around to make sure the robot cat won't get traumatized if Lucifer starts making out with the cats' dad here.] Would you like to start telling me all the things you'd like me to do, or should I slowly ease you into it?
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[Also... wow, they've been dancing around it all day, and now he has him. This close he can see the odd pattern of red and black to his eyes, the General's own gold ones peering through his hair.]
We'll figure it out as we go. [He neatly notches his long fingers behind his tie and starts pulling it loose. At the same time, he leans forward to nuzzle against him.]
Forgive me. It's been a long time since I've wanted something like this for myself. [He's been perfectly fine alone for so long, that now wanting is unsteadying, confusing. But the first step is finally finding out what those lips feel like as he slants their mouths together, pressing their lips with slow ease rather than the desperate hunger he's actually feeling.]
[That's only betrayed by his shaky inhale.]
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We have a visitor! [C018 calls out.] ...Why?
I was injured at work so my friend is visiting to help out.
The not-human?
Yes, the not-human. [He's saying as he gets the door and gestures for Lucifer to come in.] I just microwaved something and was about to sit down. You can help yourself to anything. [Sure he has ever resource in the world but he can offer.]
[C018, in the meantime, is sitting on the back of the couch and craning to have an extended look at Lucifer since he was prevented from it last time.]
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[He brings in the bag, looking around for the best table to set things up on. He's pretty sure he definitely doesn't need to worry that it'll go to waste, the General has to eat!]
Hello C018. Thank you for not vaporizing me yet. I hope I can earn your respect.
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My developers didn't install laser or heat weaponry. I only had injectors. [He sounds so serious about that, and then he hops off the couch to go find a new angle to watch suspiciously from. Like a real cat.]
I found him in a park. [The General says.] A rival organization developed him. We don't know much more about them than they're using drones. [He makes room for Lucifer to sit beside him.]
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[Perhaps this is not the most civilized place but even he knows he's bordering on going a step too far.]
[Now, he could carry Lucifer but he learned from the nightmare of carrying an entire barrel amount of milk for miles that he should not do this. So his breath is shaky and his lips are still hot with Lucifer's taste as he tries to will himself under control. Breath. One. Two. Three. Good. Almost.]
[He straightens himself out and smooths down Lucifer's lapels, tugs his own clothes into proper position. Just grappling to get their dignity back in place.]
I think we should get back and discuss this more privately.
[And he's pretty much relying on Lucifer to get anywhere.]
[It's hard to imagine, feeling the emotion rolling off him, that any part of this could be a bad thing. He's looked at all the time as a figurehead of enviable strength and fortitude, of a wise director with everyone's best interests in mind. He's pretty sure people have had romantic aspirations for him in the past.]
[He's feeling needy now. Right now he can't tell the difference physically, just that he's needy. That he wants Lucifer's hands on him. That he wants to keep tasting his sharp kiss and the salt from his skin, he wants to breathe him in, and he's so heady with the want that pale purple smoke is drifting from one nostril.]
[Yeah, they need to go. They need to go or he's going to build a reputation for himself down here that is not the one he wants to build.]
Take me somewhere. You lead.
[He grinds his sharp teeth in fierce resistance to the feral feelings building up in him. That little cute kiss makes it worse! How dare he! That was cute!]
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We have got to start adding hotels or something.
[It's just still reeeeeeaaaally fucking rare that anyone visits HELL.]
Fastest is just home.
[That is the one flaw in the arrangement if them being equals. Neither of them are the jogging / flying / weight lifting juggernauts of some others. Even if they're both mentally and conquest-wise equal matches.]
[Luckily, Lucifer is BEYOND motivated, and this is his actual domain: Hell, the land of darkness and magic, and he can basically do a shadow corridor to go FAST even if the cursed grounds of the House of Lamentation means no direct teleports -- outside of pacts or similar.]
[Grabbing the bag with the unbound hand, gently holding the bound hand of the General like it's precious, tentative just the same as their first date, when Lucifer started to realize just how much he desperately wanted this, he steps into his own shadow, grabs the General's shadow, and opens a shadow corridor shortcut. In they go.]
You have to keep moving in these. So this isn't ever a destination. It's a shortcut. Between all things. It jumps shadow to shadow compressing dumensions, but not one into itself.
You're officially a warlock now. Remind me later, so I can teach you, and you can do this without me, with your own magic.
[A hard laugh.] Your friends won't know what to make of you. But be careful. Black or purple might be able to fight you in this. It's related to the dream realm, while not specifically part of it. And black usually neutralizes while white disperses -- cleanses, so they might be able to either ambush or kick you out of the corridor.
[He squeezes the hand, still jogging. He's just so happy!!!!]
Make sure you keep breathing. It can be... weird feeling the first time. Tch. I forgot to try your warp gates to nail down what it uses. Oh well, missed chance.
Also start thinking about what you want to do in my room for the next 12 hours. Because I don't think I'll be able to let go for at least long except to get you food. I can't remember wanting anything this much before.
The tie isn't part of the spell. It's just for me. So I know you're here. [Lightly squeezes the hand again.] It makes me happier.
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[He's still strong enough to jump from roof to roof, and incredibly fast. He can claw through metal. He can keep up, and he does until suddenly they're taking an unexpected shortcut. Again he's afflicted with the whole confusing sense of 'what is even happening, and he clutches to that tie like it's a lifeline. He was so giddy with ambition that now everything has to catch up to him while the world is spinning.]
[So he clings to Lucifer's hand and lets himself be led through.]
No purple. Black is Trigger's problem. [He figures that might not be what Lucifer means, but he's so thrown by the situation the Rangers are the first thing he thinks of. Red is his. Trigger is ideally suited to go against black. Short-range dimension warping would be so useful in a fight!]
['I can't remember wanting anything this much before.']
[A softer smile touches the General's lips. Who couldn't feel joy at making someone they care about this happy? As gorgeous as Lucifer is, what's really getting him is that he made this tired man giddy. That he can give him rest, that he can show him a reasonable path to his goals both steady and unhurried.]
[He holds that little bit more firmly.]
[He needed to do some grocery shopping but that can wait. He can put aside his regimented, faithfully maintained schedule in an act of devotion. He can indulge in both being wanted and bask in the absolute starshine coming off this man right now.] I'll think of something.
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TEXT // NSFW BDSM insanity talk
Sorry for texting while you're at work, I know the work / off mode divide is a big deal.
Something unexpected came up.
I need some clear rules on where something is work, our relationship, or I'm being an idiot.
That sounds weirder. Hang on.
I punish my siblings with ropes and violence. Mild violence. Among other things.
I only want to bite people I have a mild -> strong attraction to. So you. And never Barbatos.
If there's a capacity for me to rein someone in, and no one else, at what point is it crossing a line?
[Gently pounding a fist to his forehead.] I can tell with my brothers easily.
For the record, this isn't about Diavolo. And if you didn't think it was, ignore that. I'm just too in my head on this.
Start over:
There's this space weapon (Unicron) with a black hole in his stomach. I can handle him, but normally no one else can. I can set up all the paperwork to set up a long term safe-space which has other greater practical applications what with the blackhole compressing far below our abyss, and with Beelz (hungry brother #6) also having a blackhole stomach. OBVIOUSLY I know sexual is a huge red line, even of my own I don't want that, only you. But how far can I go with interrogation like Muller before it gets to a level that you'd be sad about?
Sorry, I haven't had a real relationship like this before. And all my sexual ones were just succubi who needed a dominant sadist to work through issues.
I want to compare notes with Muller too.
- Your Panda Nurse
Lucifer Morningstar ⭐
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I'm fine with it.
[It's the simplest possible thing to send. He worries any explanations as to why he's fine with it would make him feel badly- so he doesn't do that. Sometimes you know someone needs something more that he can't provide. He guesses he should even compartmentalize the thoughts about it even before Lucifer gets another view into his head.]
Though if you talk to Muller, pleased don't use any of her tactics on me. She's a very competant interrogator and is quite skilled at her job. She's also a commendable teacher and instructor, so I have every confidence she'd give you exceptional advice. For other people. Not for me.
[...Is his boyfriend going to go not!fuck a car with a black hole in it's stomach?]
Get me the data on that black hole if you can. [What even, sir?!] Not your brother's, the space weapons'. At least what he's consenting to provide. Have fun. [I guess? What a strange life he leads. Says the man in a number way too low-cut for his own good.]
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I can do that. (data.)
I don't really need an education in it, I know a lot, I just want to compare notes. Maybe fight with Muller so you don't have to. Make sense? Is that crossing a line? I know your co-workers aren't like my family, but they're close enough, and they protect you, so they're important to me.
So normally my closet has my bureau drawers, and I like it that way. And since I locked Belphie in the attic awhile back, I basically let him have it, but if he's okay with it, I might put Stevia (the Skeleton) in the attic. Want go shopping to get an appropriate panda replacement?
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edit since I was waiting to next tag to add in this bit but I got on my own nerves
edit too <3 all love
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Me, a person familiar with SCP 073, trying not to know too much ic
lmao right And me unfamiliar... trying to play like I know what the fuck is going on B)
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...I want you to do something for me. [He sends him a link. It's to a playlist of like 22 some hours of Uenono Zoo caretaker footage. Including the ones for the animals they've hand-reared or rehabilitated.]
See if you can get them to watch this. At least some of it. [And see how many of those animals very much are not fit for the wild.]
...I shouldn't have done that, either. [He's watching the car still. He doesn't care about the cops but today the shop owners nearby are going to be inconvenienced by the mess and he buys groceries there. Big sulk.]
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I'll try. [Softer smile.] She didn't set them into the wild, except the ones who could handle it. She brought them to nature reserves, not all of them. The ones who wanted to stay, did. We're chaotic, yes, but she's not even fallen. Technically. Somehow.
[Leans his head on the General's, and points at the car's destruction with his free hand and a small smirk.] Hot. Can I make us invisible, in case the rangers come investigating?
I told Belphie he could have one pet. Everyone gets to have one, only one. It was my loophole for Cerberus. I couldn't take in a dog that chewed on half of them and not at least let them try too, right? Mammon broke the rule, too many crows at once. Levi never has, so even though his first pet snake went wild, and is massive. I mean truly huge. Cerberus size, but longer, and less aggressive. He has a goldfish now, I mentioned to you.
[WAVES OF AFFECTION OVER THE GENERAL.] Satan always breaks the rule with cats. So he gets none.
Belphie wanted a giant bushy-tailed cloud rat. [Tightens the hug on the General's shoulders.] Barbatos hates rats. He can't handle the word rat. So we tried to come up with a different name for it to be a disguise, since they've had a pet hamster briefly and that was allowed.
Alexiel told him no. She's seen Devildom, she knew they couldn't survive the air, too toxic. They only live in the Philippines. That's how Belphie and I never heard of it before. Fiddly small islands works within the plausible deniability. We were all around when Father made the garden of Eden. [Cranes his head back and looks up at the stars.] I've been wondering. Maybe the reason Earth has so many animals is us angels. We were obsessed with them. It was the first job Father ever gave us. To help strengthen their spirits, to teach them, to help them with instincts. I told you Adam was in charge of language, learning and giving names. Before Lilith fucked it up, the point of the garden was to have so many animals, so Adam could learn what we all knew too. Alexiel basically has only ever lived in the garden -- between reincarnations.
But she did say she'd help Belphie get a cloud rat that could handle the magic fairy-devildom atmosphere.
She cares about them. The animals, the workers, the kids, every single human, every single spirit, you, me, and she loathes all versions of Father for more reasons than I have. Mostly because she cares about Earth that much, and has suffered at his hands more.
[Both arms in the hug, now wrapping his other arm around the General's front.]
I don't know what's going on. I can only see when the monsters breach the surface. I can see the ripples, but you're a penguin. When you're below the surface, I'm mystified. I can see some of the ripples, but I don't know what's at deep below. A lot of times you look at me like I'm doing impossible miracles when I do things others would take for granted, but I feel the same way, you know? I think you're incredible.
Talk to me. Is it the information gathering? Shareholder meeting?
Or is it me? Too much too fast?
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[He doesn't say anything right away. He just lets him talk and he listens.] I won't fault you for loving your family. It's good you defend them. To you, she was doing the right thing because her intentions were good. To me, she- [He trails off. There's no way he can verbalize his point.]
But you warned me. And I don't think I took it as seriously as I should have. So in the end, it is my fault.
[He bows his head, looking at his dangling feet.]
I'm not much better, though. I just smashed a car in front of shops that I need to make purchases at. I didn't even think I was doing the right thing. I was just emotional and aimed at the most acceptable target.
[Fully the air of a man that found out his house of worship was vandalized. So, finally he just reaches and grabs Lucifer's wrist and tries to dig up some memories. Much of it's uneventful, but there are moments of zen there that he never experienced the likes of before Earth. Not just that, memories of people he'd seen. Humans at their very best. Caretaking the animals. Or the little boy who sat with him for hours waiting to see a panda tail, then later teaching him how to pet bunnies when the General sincerely had no idea what to do. Like he didn't even know how to pet things before the zoo. The hours upon hours upon hours he's spent there, not fighting, not scared about an enemy ambush as he constantly constantly is, just watching pandas. Even memories where he's talking to a red-headed young man, and they agree not to fight because of the animals. Truly his safe haven.]
[So even if Lucifer is 100% sure Alexiel was in the right, he can at least see why it would still have an impact on the General. And just showing him is easier than explaining all that, even if it means he has to sit there and just hold onto him for a little bit.]
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cw: Lucifer taking off the training wheels / getting growly
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2/2 cw: self-harm
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Texts while the General's at work
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My day.
[He sends a video of his cloud-looking desk buddy putting pencils back in his desk organizer. When it notices it's being recorded it looks at the camera and says, 'Pi?!' And that's it. Apparently his day is less annoying by far.]
Do you want to watch my favorite panda documentary with me tonight? I was planning to do a rewatch but I can make dinner and we can just rest on the couch.
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Yes!
Can I make the dinner, or do you really have time for that?
[He's going to have to either be back by curfew, or say fuck it and start removing curfew for his brothers too. ONE OR THE OTHER.]
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Again, the most low dialog comment 'cause that's how this motherfucker is.
More pebbling
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I still prefer the black and white but you look so handsome in blue I think I'm developing a fondness for that.
Currently I'm providing Rooney with companionship. Remember me well.
(It's not so bad, he got a new crate of Mandarins.)
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I'll never forget you.
(Mandarins are great this time of year. Don't get eaten by the kotatsu monster.)
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typing the wrong naaaaaaame
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Future dated because I would lose this otherwise lmfao
With the two of them next to each other, if you added a third they'd be like bird-form Cerberus.
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When shima-enaga sit close together, researchers call them enagadango.
So three would be a Cerebrus.
Four would be a finchdango.
[Who knows if this is a joke or not.]
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