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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[thedevilwhorose]

[You should probably actually question a present sometimes, but then, Lucifer is King of Paranoia.

So.

Yeah.]

How far do you go with questioning? Tell me you're not fool enough to find an end-point and risk taking action?

[He knows he's trying to seal a deal but what's he going to do if some moron asks too much and gets the answers Lucifer needs and then decides to do something about it... ugh. Maybe he doesn't need this guy.]

[restingstitchface]

[Of course one should question it! But not publically: not in the face of a person who - at that point in time - is more powerful than you.]

Well, in all honesty I never find such an end. The one where I can hang up my coat, so to speak.

[He is speaking of his work. But when it comes to taking action? Well, sometimes one must do that.]

But I know how to manage my affairs and those of others. You are hardly the first influential figure to seek my assistance.

[Hi, Ra's.]

[thedevilwhorose]

Death is the end of our work and even then some people keep going. [It's really not a morbid thought if it's coming from him.] So I hope that means your assistance is valuable, not just all smoke and mirrors of an intriguing personality. [Or sensible, rather.]

[restingstitchface]

It's sensible to be suspicious.

[Is that flattery or an observation? The latter, really. He isn't given to flattery. The thought is demeaning for both parties.]

But if you suspected my assistance to be bogus, would you be here?

[thedevilwhorose]

I'm a gamblin' man, what can I say. [He stretches out like a cat, grinning.] The odds seemed more in my favor dealing with you than most, mmm, anyone else.

[He pulls his legs in and straightens, leaning forward, eyes light.] Whaddaya say? Do we have an agreement, of sorts? [They don't trust each other, of course. But there should be something, enough, there. For a deal.

Money is so trivial but maybe one day Lucifer can pull together what Crane really desires, if the push-pull value is worth it.

A dangerous game.

At least Lucifer isn't like his demons; he doesn't need to seal a deal with a kiss.]

[restingstitchface]

[Ah, he's the second choice? Others would find that insulting but he appreciates it. Better to fly beneath the radar than be underneath the spotlight. Better to not have demands on his time so he can dedicate himself to his work.]

Of course. If I discover anything interesting, I'll drop you a line.

[If not through the telephone than through the toaster. Or through this magical mind network.]

[thedevilwhorose]

[Second choice? More that he didn't have much choice. Like the equivalent of throwing a dart at board of names.

Which is likely worse than being a second choice.

He stands. He lasted sitting down for a brief spell, you're welcome.] Excellent. I won't take up anymore of your time. I'm sure you must have a busy schedule. [That's not so much an insult at Crane as it is at... everyone else.]