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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[vixening]

Shaky ground? Still? [ it's a throwaway line, a kind of insult in tone alone. yennefer of course means something along the lines how lucifer is still in bad ways with the court, and how he apparently can't even learn magic from anyone other than the hack mages of the court.

but then again, she's not here to help guide lucifer's life, no matter how tied up with luficer he might be. so at the mention of mileage, she just sort of shrugs. ] Depends on just how far you want to go. We were brought here because the mages have hit their limit, but a foundation is worth having.

[ he spreads his arms and she notices the collection, the one that is very distinctively different from the others. she eyes it, tries to gather anything she can without hesitating any more than normal over it. interesting, and doubly interesting is that pop.

useless court pets has her smirking every so slightly, sitting herself back up behind her desk, looking all the part like she's trying to return to what she was doing before lucifer showed up - the trade is over, what more could he want? she doesn't expect him to actually answer her, so when he continues, her brow arches once more. ]

And you're not making your own anchors? [ only for defensive magics, of course. she gives him another look, because they both know that isn't true. defensive magics only last so far.

she stands, then, and starts to go through the package - picking out the various ingredients, looking them over, and then setting them aside. if he's not going to leave quite yet, she might as well start organizing. ]

[thedevilwhorose]

[His expression is a bit sour.] I am not apologizing to Ambrose. [Yes, Yennefer, still! THANKS. There might come a breaking point eventually, but come on. He doesn't want to. He's still mad. No one even likes Ambrose he's not doing it!!

He's only groveling when he has no other choice (or if, by being associated with Lucifer, Istredd takes a hit).

Ugh.

UGH.

Sore subject, Yennefer.

He draws in a deep breath.

(He could leave. She's the one that keeps asking him things.)

He waggles his brows at her look, but doesn't give her that particular answer. Won't risk it, and as it is, only two people know his most concrete goals. Istredd is, surprisingly, not one of them. He hums. She likely wasn't giving him a compliment but he'll play with the words that way.] It's lovely to hear that you think I'm so capable of many things, but I'm not a craftsman. [... Mat though... hm.] But I like a bit of flair. [He picks free one of the pins and spins it, enjoying the simple glint.] And why waste my time making something that isn't going to be what I want when I can simply just pool the resources?

[vixening]

There are other ways to firm up your footing that aren't apologizing.

[ she would know - she's the queen of them. and the gods know she would never apologize to ambrose for anything. instead, she finds ways for him to apologize to her, and even then it's not enough. annoying, how she and lucifer keep ending up in situations where they agree.

the waggled eyebrows and taken compliment have her rolling her eyes - because no, it wasn't meant to be one. but she knows as well as he does that explaining how creation, how crafting anchors themselves, should be easier. would be easy, if she had her own chaos. but the explanation would be an admission to him and she's not really in the mood to do that. ]

No, apparently not. [ she doesn't even look up at him as she says it, and yes, she could also offer mat's services. could mention him as someone to go to. but again, she's not here to help lucifer, so she just lets him tattle on. ]

Somehow I'm not in the least bit surprised that you're the flashy type. [ which, again: pot calling the kettle black. yennefer has spared no expense for her own wardrobe. but they're not talking about her right now (somehow). ] Are you trying to draw attention to them, then? The court already knows Summoned are the only ones with those broaches. [ does she have to explain how that, in and of itself, turns into a target? how all it takes is a single mage with something to prove before that defensive enchantment is tested?

she pulls out something that is particularly wet, a package that probably either burst or broke open. yennefer takes it out and sets it on her desk, flicking her wrist to prestidigitation her fingers clean before she starts poking and prodding at it again. ]

[thedevilwhorose]

[The funny thing is he'd end up being a dutiful student in that regard. He's never had to rely on magic. Getting into the finicky details is something he hasn't had to take into consideration. That he's been this invested in learning as it is, for him, is impressive. It feels like a crutch. Like he isn't strong enough without the use of Abraxan magic.

But that would mean he'd be reliant on her and while he boasted her not being the teacher he needs, he also just doesn't want to put that power in her hands.

Funny, he thinks when he arrived here she was the one he wanted to be on even ground with. But after Wilhelm's tarot-card fiasco, and every domino since until it hit its crescendo, he's been withdrawn from her.

That constant problem of thinking someone isn't better than him. The difference between her and Istredd is that she would, very likely, push that she was.

He doesn't need that.

Because she isn't looking at him, she can't see him mouthing an echo of the words in a mimicked annoyance. She's still the most valuable asset in Thorne because of her closeness with the queen and the best Lucifer can do with her now is avoid pissing her off to the point she tries to get rid of him.

He does see Yennefer's point, to be fair. However, these are in fact only for defensive magic. Mat will likely, still, be in his planning for the offensive spells--as he's aiming for projectiles--though it's been awhile since they're really spoken about it. But the shields? Who cares. He'd give them to his interested soldier trainees if they thought his work was anything more to value from their own mages, but that was unlikely.

He grins.] Of course I'm trying to draw attention to them, they are defensive, useful magicks after all. [He pulls another butterfly and activates the brief lightning shield, not anything to show off about but to prove that it really was just that. He smirks. Because yes. He does want to draw attention to what he can do. What he's openly working on.

What Thorne sees.

All illusion.

Is it making working on everything else take longer? Yes. Does he think it's worth it? Yes.]

wrapping? c:

[vixening]

[ no, that much does make sense. if the situations were flipped, yennefer would be fairly adamant about not learning anything from him, either. it gives the teacher too much power, and they're both aware of how even the slightest shift in whatever arrangement they have could tip the scales.

and the thing is - no, she's not looking at him. she can't see him mocking her in that way, exactly. but she has all been teaching what amounts to children, and grew up in a school full of teenage and slightly older girls - she doesn't need to see anything to feel it in the air, to know exactly what he's doing. that doesn't mean she'll care enough to acknowledge it.

even at his answer, she only gives a hum in acknowledgment. if that's how he wants to play this, then fine. it's not a smart idea as far as she's concerned, but it also isn't her problem. at least not right now. it's when he pulls out the other butterfly that she actually does glance up, watches the whole show, and... well. at least it works.

yennefer lets her attention return to her organizing, letting another moment or so pass before her eyes flicker up to him - impatient, somehow. ]

Was there anything else you needed? Or are we done here?

[ aka, she's done here. you can leave. ]

gotta get the last word

[thedevilwhorose]

[He's already turning away from her even as she speaks. He didn't intend to be here long, gets an itch throughout his vessel anytime he's in her scope. It's a problem he made worse, sure, but it's a problem he should do something about, someday.

But he's not certain he'll be able to.

He tosses a hand up in a wave as he exits.] Naaah. Enjoy your goodie bag.