Set my sights on the setting sun

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer
When: July and August
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catch-all
Warnings: me apparently not being able to label prompts correctly alphabetical




Heaven talks, but not to me
'Cause Heaven knows that nothing good comes free ♫
[Will match style.]

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Wanda Maximoff / Horizon

[thedevilwhorose]

[Soooooooooooo........... "Soon" is a relative term.

The last month was..... busy. For Lucifer. Both Complicated Busy and Political Busy. He'd always make time for Wanda and yet here he is, awfully late.

But he does finally shoot her a message quite like 'uh is now a good time?' before wandering over to her neck of the woods.

Hey, better late than never?] Sorry, it's been... [He waves a hand.] Lot going on.

[carmesi]

[lucifer is certainly lucky that wanda takes no offense to his ‘being busy’ and his ‘being awfully late’. things in abraxas move at their own pacing, and sometimes that’s just how it is.

wanda observes him from the deck of her cabin, arms pressed against the wooden railing as she leans over, watching him take the last couple of steps up to the house.]

Like I’d ever be angry about it.

[small mercies, to know that you have someone that wouldn’t get upset at you for otherwise trivial things.

she motions to the side with her head.]

I want to show you something. It’s around the back.

[further into the garden area, around the house, that is.]

[thedevilwhorose]

[She was truly his first 'friend' in all of existence and she continues to feed into reasons why that is the case.

That isn't why he dutifully follows her though; curiosity and interest are far stronger in this moment.]

his first friend in all of existence ;0;

[carmesi]

[wanda guides him, without much preamble, to a clearing in her domain. while the weather plays to its own whims above her home and forest, in this particular clearing, the trees give way to create a wonderfully idyllic canopy where impossibly yellow rays of sunshine filter through without a worry for clouds or storm. even at night, the moon shines so brightly, everything takes on a hue of silver.

as it were, this clearing reveals a graveyard, with white and yellow flowers growing amidst the six tombstones there.

she does not take a step forward, stopping on the edge of the clearing, arms crossed around her middle.]

Whenever I take a step into this space, the ghosts of my sons appear from nothing—or perhaps from a memory—and they go about playing and calling me 'mom'. Bringing me rocks they've found or wanting to sit by me.

[they're not real, and they are only fueled by a memory, by grief, by a wish.]

And when I sit here, with them, I can't help but think of all that could have been, what should have been. [her relationship with motherhood is complicated, to say the least. wanda sighs, letting her arms hang at her sides.] Just because we didn't get to be what the world expects parents to be like, it doesn't mean that we don't get to feel that empty space in our souls.

[this is, after all, about how lucifer has been dealing with losing jack.]

;;;;;

[thedevilwhorose]

Oh. [He's not sure what he expected.

He sure didn't expect to feel the weight of her words like a gut punch and if he mirrors her posture at first (arms crossing over his middle) it's just happenstance.

She might be the only one in the Horizon to have a graveyard.

She might be the only one that should have a graveyard. Why not, have somewhere, like this?

(He does skim his eyes over each other gravestone, observing, filing away. He can't help it.)

And yet because this is about him losing Jack means he's not entirely kind.

And maybe also very worried.

It's complicated. Everything with Lucifer and the people somehow close to him are complicated.]

I hope you don't just sit here and live out an illusion, Wanda, locked up in the Horizon with a home movie.

[carmesi]

[everything about lucifer and the people close to him is complicated, but there’s nothing complicated in the way wanda tilts her head sideways to look at him, a small smile on her features.]

I don’t just sit here. [it’s a genuine statement] There’s a reason why we haven’t walked into it, yet.

[she loves her boys, so much, but it’s a bittersweet thing to experience every time—their not actually being here.]

Would you like to see them, though?

[thedevilwhorose]

[Concerning? Ominous? Both? Yeah.

He should maybe say 'no.' Not put her into whatever this is.

But he also should know what they look like. In case they ever show up.]

Yes.

[carmesi]

[wanda steps into the threshold of the graveyard, closer to the gravestones, and with lucifer in tow, he will note that the landscape changes slightly; his perception of the space takes on a fish-eyed lens quality, the colors grow brighter, and the form of two boys chasing after each other between the tombstones appear without much preamble.

like they had always been there, and as if the two adults had walked into the middle of a play-session.

tommy and billy will always be young, here, ten years old, with their dimpled and toothy smiles, the crinkles in their nose, the freckles on their cheeks. wanda moves to take a seat on a nearby bench.]

The one with the long hair is Tommy, and Billy is the one in red. They're twins, but not identical.

[thedevilwhorose]

[At the very least Lucifer will always be fascinated by how each person takes to the Horizon, how they shape and interact with it. Wanda and Istredd are the strongest he knows with it. But he's seen other places of interest, like Geralt with a locked door Lucifer can't crack.

They all breathe into this space with their minds and something answers back.

He doesn't sit unless she asks him to, but he stands besides the bench, hand to its back, looking out at the conjured children of memory.] You told me once you had to let them go. [Very, very careful topic here.] Was that before or after you learned of your prophecy?