abraxaslogs | watch the fires rise, burn through my skin [open]

[By nature of being them, they don't cross paths much--that's by Lucifer's general design. There always seems to be some reason that just makes it seem like a good idea to avoid her.

He doesn't blame her for anything that happened with the myriapod. If she hadn't pulled his power from him they'd likely all be dead.

But she'd seemed different for awhile there, when the pair of mages got their memory download, and then that swiftly changed.

What?

It's important for him to keep apprised of Yennefer. She's one of the only ones that could make or break Lucifer's life in Thorne. She's the only one with the queen's ear.

Anakin was gone though (shame, he'd like the guy ~~go figure~~) and Lucifer could put two and two together.

So again, just as he usually does when he finds her, he hip-checks her doorframe, arms folded, and asks:] You ready to blow off some steam? [If she agrees Istredd is absolutely getting a 'brb' memo because in no way is he letting on this might happen.]

[ yennefer is doing poorly - and perhaps it is her own matured state that lets her recognize as much. it's been weeks and she feels like it's only gotten worse, nights without sleep leading to days of irritability and annoyances. and those days have led to further nights, where the only way she really has been able to sleep have been through less than healthy means. she spends hours in the horizon, building and rebuilding aretuza. she sleeps for fitful hours and awakes more agitated than before.

she misses him, and gods she feels pathetic. hates it, how it rips away at her chest. it's ridiculous that she cares this much, that it affects her this much, no matter how it is her mind spins.

and perhaps it is because she keeps pushing it off that she gets to this point - frustrated and quick to anger. agitated and edged. there's a reason her classroom is empty when he gets there, and part of it is that oli and willam know yennefer well enough by now to know to avoid her while she's in these moods, rescheduling and moving other classes and meetings that might have otherwise taken place. ]

I don't have time for you today. [ she snaps before he even gets a word out, having felt his presence approaching, having known - in some disconnected part of her - that this was coming.

the question, however, catches just enough of her attention. stills her hands for just long enough that she decides to look over to him, her brow furrowed, immediately suspicious and lacking any kind of patience to even try and hide it. ]

Why? What do you care?

Come on, you know this by now, one Summoned making a mistake hinders all of us here. [It's not that he cares about her, not in the way normal people care about others. And even if in some misconstrued way he did (which they both know would be Istredd to blame), she wouldn't believe nor accept it.

And if Yennefer continues as she is, she is going to make a mistake. The difference with her is that the result could be disastrous to the rest of them.]

I am not making mistakes. And I would watch your tongue if you plan on making any more accusations of such. [ there is no small amount of venom in the words, sharp and angry and solid. a spark, a flash, of what she has burning under the surface.

because it doesn't matter that some part of her knows it. recognizes how it is always in this state that she makes the worst of her decisions. knows that this is the most dangerous thing she could feel. it doesn't matter right now, because no matter what the outcome is, she will outright refuse to believe lucifer would be here to help with that.

now- the distraction of it all is still an idea. enough of her has attached onto the idea that in those following moments, she can't quite shake herself of it. even if she doesn't trust his motives. ]

What's in it for you?

[He only grins slowly at her outburst, clearly trying to get under her skin and succeeding.

The problem with them being so close in personality--not the same, not completely the same--is that sometimes he treats her as he would need to be treated.] A good ol' fashion tussle. I do like other ways to get the blood flowing [bleeding, really] especially when my mind doesn't have a beast rattlin' around.

Edited (shhh) 2023-12-07 08:40 (UTC)

[ the grin is what does it. whether or not it had been decided before that moment, it is now. and sure, yes, the final decision comes from at least two smaller realizations. the first is that if anyone knew the catharsis that would come from a fight, it would be lucifer. as much as she hates to admit their similarities, that is at least something she doesn't have to explain. and the second- well.

yennefer would do just about anything in this moment to physically rip that grin from his face. so if he is the one offering the option, she won't turn it done. ]

Fine. [ she motions over her shoulder to the desk, her unseen servant working quickly and silently to right the rest of her papers and books back to where they need to be. there is no satisfaction to the lack of slamming books, but yennefer's anger has turned into a slow simmer. ] If you wish for pain that badly, I'm not going to deny you.

[ she walks, then - up the middle aisle of her room and past him through the door. she knows where she's going, and lucifer can either follow her or be left alone in the hallway. the practice arenas underneath the castle will have to work for now, and that is where she is headed. ]

[He does wish for the pain, though she might not realize the full extent of it. Blood and sweat in a more controlled environment than the snow and ice they had on the mountain.

He needs this in a different way than she does, but there is a benefit nonetheless for them both.

That she so easily was led into this situation--well, he doesn't need to ever tell her that.

He follows, because of course he does, because he always does when she leads.

Maybe there will become a time where he doesn't. Where she goes somewhere he doesn't follow. Where he chooses to stay behind, one foot rested back.

(It will likely be a very dark, very bad, day.)] It's so gracious of the Lady Yennefer to acquiesce to my request. [It's said because they're in public. It's said, despite whatever screwed-up relationship or lack thereof that they have, Lucifer make sure her reputation is sound. He needs her in that place of power, so tentative in that the same place of power could destroy him. She needs this. He needs this. But regardless of everything--his desire, his pride--she has to win.]

[tba.]

Edited 2023-12-18 07:28 (UTC)

Why not try out your new-found 'responsibility' vibes, Gabe, and go to the island to help scour it before we burn it to the ground?

Michael can supervise.

( somewhere in Cadens, on the roof of a house, Dean's head whips up and jerks around, as though searching for the source of a voice. a look left. a look right. a blink. a squint.

nothing.

????? )

First: why the hell would I do that?

Second: why the hell do you want me to?

I'd care to know the same.

[Would you look at that, he and Gabriel are on the same page today.]

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I have to babysit when I'd rather be making sure this chapter of nonsense is actually closed.

Some form of intelligence--which would be you two, for the record--involved would be just a bit appreciative instead of anyone that decides to show up for a sightseeing tour.

Flattery will get you everywhere, bro.

Fine, I guess I can put my very important plans aside for a few days.

( both out loud and via radio, a new voice enters the chat: )

What the ever-loving hell is happening right now?!

[Whatever mean thing he was about to say about Gabriel's readiness to say 'yes' to anything is abruptly converted to the same confusion Dean must be feeling.]

You tell me. How are you hearing this? What did you do?

[Gabe is easy, wow

but

what the actual--]

[Don't shame him!!!

But yeah, new and more pressing issue suddenly, and he finds he's actually a bit speechless because seriously, wtf.]

I didn't do anything- is that- Michael?!

( down on the street, a passing neighbor stares up at him like he's insane. probably because he's a lone man on a roof having a vehement conversation with himself, still very much out loud. his neighbor quickly ushers their child inside, shooting him a wary look as they go. )

None other.

[How many times is he going to have to introduce himself around here? He misses Heaven and the instant recognition the Host had for him.]

You're listening in on a means of communication only angels are capable of, and you're telling me you haven't done anything?

No, I haven't done anything, unless re-shingling the roof-

Wait...

Is this angel radio?!

( Oh hell no

Nope

No

Do not want

Turn it off

And lo, abruptly, ya boi nearly breaks his neck falling off the roof, forgetting he has wings, barely managing to catch the edge of the ladder he goes skidding down as he barrels through the house calling out for Free Cities' foremost expert — who has literally already heard the entire conversation. )

Cas!

Yeah, welcome to the cool kids' table, apparently.

You really expect us to believe you didn't do anything? You?

[No offense, but come on Dean, this is really hard to believe.]

I thought maybe he was done with the angel envy but man, Dean, how much can you call yourself human anymore?

Both of you shut up, I'm trying to figure out how you turn this off. Get out of my head. How do you get rid of it? Jesus fucking Christ, what the Hell, dude. Absolutely not.

I will go to the isla-

[ he was starting to say, but then - Dean. this nonsense is news to cas as much as it is to his brothers, and he's having a moment of shock, until some chaotic thudding coming from the roof, and Dean's call for help. ]

He hasn't done anything, it's the Singularity. Can this conversation be revisited later?

[ cas comes running down stairs, little patience for michael's need to interrogate and more alarm for what the sweet fuck this world is doing to his friend/lover/intensely codependent human counterpart. he dashes through the house, hoping he finds Dean before his brothers break his brain. ]

Dean? Try to calm down, I'll teach you how to turn it off.

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