The mirror of sitting besides Istredd on a bed, just across the room from where they were before, isn't lost to Lucifer.
He hasn't been in the Horizon much in a month. The two times to reset his domain and the two times he left a note of his own in Sam Wilson's domain. He still hasn't been back to Istredd's domain.
The beach is always the place he directs people to in order to find his domain. It's always the first point he finds himself in. Dersti must be elsewhere, and the flamingos take off when he appears. It's only the calcified animals left nearby around them.
Just what anyone needs for the backdrop to their charged conversations.
He takes a moment to simple soak in the red lake. Even if he changes things around, he'll keep this. It's his favorite.
There is an ease about him for the first time since he woke up to thinking Istredd was missing, hours ago. Settled back into himself, out of a mostly dark room, into an expanse that feels right. He'd forgotten the comfort of the Horizon.
He shakes his head, spins about in the sand, and starts to move, keeping a steady check on his mind, that it remains open and unclouded since he's not keeping Istredd in his physical focus.
"Okay, okay," he's saying, hands moving, "look, that all sounds--great, okay?" Maybe not the comfortable with their feelings bit because excuse you, he's barely comfortable with breathing some days. "But full disclosure, right?" Right. That's what he's going with, regardless what Istredd might say. He makes circles in the sand with his feet as he walks. Nonsense patterns.
He can put aside pride and ignorance and whatever else is under the rest of it. He's probably done worse things. He's just a bit out of his depth is all.
Fish out of water.
Devil out of Hell?
Ha.
"Full disclosure," he repeats, "since we're here now," here talking, not here in the Horizon, "I... have slept with one person. Twice. Briefly, end of relationship. Not really mine either." Host complications? Host complications. "And that was a woman." He waves his hands. "I'm not saying I don't have knowledge--it's just Hell Knowledge. So y'know... not the greatest reference point."
Most angels got to witness Earth from the Heaven vantage point. Lucifer had Hell. Big deal. When you really get down to it, it's all the same.
"I'm not... I'm not opposed. But. This it not my forte. At all. Despite that most people seem to think it is!" Cough. Lenore. "It's really not."
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He hasn't been in the Horizon much in a month. The two times to reset his domain and the two times he left a note of his own in Sam Wilson's domain. He still hasn't been back to Istredd's domain.
The beach is always the place he directs people to in order to find his domain. It's always the first point he finds himself in. Dersti must be elsewhere, and the flamingos take off when he appears. It's only the calcified animals left nearby around them.
Just what anyone needs for the backdrop to their charged conversations.
He takes a moment to simple soak in the red lake. Even if he changes things around, he'll keep this. It's his favorite.
There is an ease about him for the first time since he woke up to thinking Istredd was missing, hours ago. Settled back into himself, out of a mostly dark room, into an expanse that feels right. He'd forgotten the comfort of the Horizon.
He shakes his head, spins about in the sand, and starts to move, keeping a steady check on his mind, that it remains open and unclouded since he's not keeping Istredd in his physical focus.
"Okay, okay," he's saying, hands moving, "look, that all sounds--great, okay?" Maybe not the comfortable with their feelings bit because excuse you, he's barely comfortable with breathing some days. "But full disclosure, right?" Right. That's what he's going with, regardless what Istredd might say. He makes circles in the sand with his feet as he walks. Nonsense patterns.
He can put aside pride and ignorance and whatever else is under the rest of it. He's probably done worse things. He's just a bit out of his depth is all.
Fish out of water.
Devil out of Hell?
Ha.
"Full disclosure," he repeats, "since we're here now," here talking, not here in the Horizon, "I... have slept with one person. Twice. Briefly, end of relationship. Not really mine either." Host complications? Host complications. "And that was a woman." He waves his hands. "I'm not saying I don't have knowledge--it's just Hell Knowledge. So y'know... not the greatest reference point."
Most angels got to witness Earth from the Heaven vantage point. Lucifer had Hell. Big deal. When you really get down to it, it's all the same.
"I'm not... I'm not opposed. But. This it not my forte. At all. Despite that most people seem to think it is!" Cough. Lenore. "It's really not."