I don't trust, but I see right in front of me

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: May & June
Where: Thorne, Nott, Nocwich, the Horizon
What: OTA prompts and some closed things
Warnings:
Nocwich with Castiel: Cyfaill-induced Problems.
Nocwich with Istredd: A Lot of Blood, animal death, part harvesting, ???? it's a weird thread




I don't know who to betray. ♫
[Will match style.]

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[thedevilwhorose]

"Yeah, I know, I get it, okay! They're all not horrible!"

He did say 'when I wanted.' Past tense. It's gotten a bit more complicated now. He still hates humanity as a unit, a group. Still hates that his Father wanted him to bow down to a bunch of apes that could barely wipe their own asses. Hates maybe that specific iteration of Earth's batch.

But.

But.

[the_keeper]

Though it had been a reaction to the latter part of his comparison, Sabine doesn't need to question that he'd taken it personally, that seems to roll pretty seamlessly into the rest of the self-fixated points of this. It also says— no, no, she is n-o-t. Not that she wasn't not saying the earlier wasn't equally so, but no one needed lateral and hypocritical extermination zealotry regardless of who was holding the lead.

"I wouldn't go that far," Sabine says, and maybe, just maybe, it's the first faint twist to her tone. "Some of the people—" and beings "—everywhere are pretty unanimously shitty in the mix, as well. But we don't 'baby with the bathwater' a whole species, or universe, because of it."

She lived in the South. It was a testament to those people not dying every time they opened their mouths. There was a reason she'd only cared for the forest and her books until she'd stumbled on to the child insanity couldn't touch. She might be a Keeper for The Rift—and the whole planet, and even the human race, through that—but it didn't mean she actually had to like any of them.

She just had to agree they didn't deserve an eternity of pain solely for existing.

[thedevilwhorose]

Look he's very self-centered, the fact that he's grown slightly less so over the course of a near-year is extremely impressive. Everything is, typically, in some way about him. There is a part of that solely from himself and who he is.

There is another part of that where he's just used to people saying shit about him all the damn time that it's just how he takes everything from a New Person.

"Well he's all about it. Get mad at something, throw in the towel." He waves a hand exaggeratedly, leaning slightly more into that childishness, but he's still in the zone. "Byyyye little ants." He plucks a weed with the same hand. "I don't know how much he decided to nuke," if any others at all, but this is where his mind is currently set without talking to Michael, "or how many other drafts of worlds he made in the first place, I've only been to two; my home and another." Oh he was dead in that world, too.

Fun times.

[the_keeper]

So there were still other places, but his god had locked the doors and clipped their wings, perhaps as far back as their creation, so that they couldn't go any further than the patch of playground laid out for them. It's a cruelty, even when one considers most humans would never begin to understand how much existed beyond their sphere of understanding.

How much of it already lived side-by-side with them, still beyond their comprehension.

Sabine sidesteps the animated denigration.

"He was destroying everything when you were pulled here?"

[thedevilwhorose]

"No, not yet--not that I know of anyway, I don't know, he'd flounced off again," is the bitter, rambled response. "But one of my brothers, I don't know how far ahead he is from me, was witness."

If she asks for more information, he doesn't have it. He doesn't think it matters enough to put on his To-Ask Michael list, which at the moment is only comprised of Abraxas-related things. Earth isn't important.

Even the devil's curiosity has limits.

[the_keeper]

"One of the other two at the funeral."

Yes, Lucifer.

She's astute enough to be figuring out the game field around her at all times, whether it decides to look for her or not. She's used to being hidden in plain sight. She's also used to not being solid. Or free. So there were ups and downs to anything she could call being used to. But she did not sit on her laurels long. If ever at all.

(Not since the moment she 'died.'

Not since the moment she ... was whatever she was here)


There was too much to do for that.

[thedevilwhorose]

"Yes, the one that didn't look like he was going to pass out from a gust of wind," he says. He doesn't particularly care if he knows. What she sees in the others. Truly, part of him wonders. The three of them are so out of sorts and on different states of being.

Castiel on one end, Michael on the other, Lucifer (irritatingly) in the middle. Maybe it's an age problem. Ha. Ugh.

"You should bother them, I'm sure they'd love you," he says it neutrally. It's likely he's being sarcastic, but then, if Lucifer's awfully indecisive about her, they probably would like her.

[the_keeper]

Sabine's order of the three interestingly is different, but decay and death, even of beings of higher orders of reality, is natural. Murder as an ending well equipped to be inside that same box; very little couldn't be stopped by some means, something bigger, somewhere.

She denotes the fact but not with much in the way of interest yet.

But to the second, Sabine's brow raises only every so marginally. Dry irony at the hypocrisy of the statement; she hadn't chosen to bother Lucifer, down in the dirt, working in the garden, to begin with. "Because?"

[thedevilwhorose]

Being in his general vicinity counts as bothering, even if by all right he entered her space, not vis versa. As though there weren't other people that Lucifer would quietly work without leaving to their peace.

"Because I said so," he sings. He raises his brows to her, and sharper, "Because you're so hard to ignore." He twitches a hand up, fingers turning like they're trying to grasp some invisible thread. "Little itch on my periphery, that just doesn't belong."

Sure makes him wonder if she does belong anywhere, but he doesn't care enough to ask. He has enough overlapping similarities with her boyfriend, he doesn't need them with her, too.

[the_keeper]

(And wouldn't that answer, to such an unasked question, be one for the playbooks.)


Somewhere there's a question of why she's still humoring this. Or maybe there will be later. (Maybe it's half-humor, half-baiting; knowing there's a dangerous caprice to Lucifer's emotions, patience, whims—shown here several times already—and what he does with the knowledge he both has-and-does-not-have could involve Jack.)

But she's not thinking hard on that when it's all too easy just to let the response to those words, still, half hitched back, roll out with no pause and the continued, unphased quirk of that eyebrow with deigned interest. "Which is to say, which exactly?"

"I should bother them because they'll love that fact, unlike you,

or they'll love me because they'll love the fact that you find me maddening?"

[thedevilwhorose]

"You know, it's probably both," he says, and that's the honest truth.

His family is weird, okay. They're all a special brand of chaos (you too, sorry Mikey) and yet they do have some crossed wires, as he's realizing more and more. The three of them would prefer to have zero similarities with each other.

And it sucks to be all of them in that case.