[For as much effort as so many people have would prefer to keep the two of them apart or have an eye on either one of them, neither would ever be shepherded by anyone, nor be willing to play along forever.
(Okay, Lucifer at least isn't interested in playing along.)
On his part anyway, he's just avoidant on any new resident. Which meant drastic choices. What could he do, where could he go, where no one is going to make a nuisance of himself.
The infirmary.
Who the hell is going to look for and/or expect the devil in an infirmary, especially when he doesn't know any of these bodies personally. They're just pawns, background characters. The natives never matter to Lucifer because it isn't like the Summoned truly matter to them. Fair's fair.
This should be a safe ground. A moment to breathe. Lucifer's first aid skills are basic at best, learned in a desperate need when he couldn't risk the individuals he put in weeks of effort to save dying under his hand just because he was unwilling to learn another skill beneath him.
He's sure learned a lot of skills that were 'beneath him' in the last few years.
Eugh.
He hears her voice from where he's steadily stitching the leg of a half-comatose man who probably also has a concussion. Hangs his head, still careful with his stitching. It's likely she may not outwardly spot him. Maybe she'll just go away. But he could see her poking her nose towards every patient and like hell is he going to have her find him being a coward.
So much for his break.] More often than you'd think, Red.
( she hadn't noticed him. though rowena had checked the room when she'd arrived it was possible that he'd gotten there as she'd been healing someone, either the first or second of those she'd seen. and if he hadn't spoken... she'd at least gone a little longer without knowing.
but his voice very quickly grasps her attention, an instant chill and she turns in his direction, needing to keep him in sight now that she knows he's here. she can't turn her back to him.
there's some lucky distance between them across the room and he seems... occupied, stitching someone up and she doesn't have time to currently process that, too many thoughts going through her. except as much as getting away from him is the big push, flight winning over fight, she can't as easily make herself move: he knows she fears him but she can't just run from him, even if this would be the safest time to )
I've seen enough of what men do to each other to believe it would be often.
( she'd lived through enough years, conflicts, periods of medicine... she'd seen more than she cared for )
Oh, men? Now that's a different topic entirely. [He smirks, shushing at the body he's working at, barely responsive to Lucifer's work and words. He laughs.]
This is purely nature, my dear Rowena. [Sarcasm, of course. The trill of his voice in the rhythm of his stitches. He looks over to her, deeply amused, his words like he's parroting words.] The Singularity and its ways.
( she can't stop herself from responding. rowena knows that she should ignore him, perhaps there's someone instead that she could heal, but his words are easy bait, the superiority with his knowledge, knowing both thorne and this world better than she does. and she can't make herself back down.
her hands clench as she does finally take a step closer, though it's less moving towards him and more in putting herself in a better position in the room, less hidden behind a screen, seeing both the view of the doorway and him. security )
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(Okay, Lucifer at least isn't interested in playing along.)
On his part anyway, he's just avoidant on any new resident. Which meant drastic choices. What could he do, where could he go, where no one is going to make a nuisance of himself.
The infirmary.
Who the hell is going to look for and/or expect the devil in an infirmary, especially when he doesn't know any of these bodies personally. They're just pawns, background characters. The natives never matter to Lucifer because it isn't like the Summoned truly matter to them. Fair's fair.
This should be a safe ground. A moment to breathe. Lucifer's first aid skills are basic at best, learned in a desperate need when he couldn't risk the individuals he put in weeks of effort to save dying under his hand just because he was unwilling to learn another skill beneath him.
He's sure learned a lot of skills that were 'beneath him' in the last few years.
Eugh.
He hears her voice from where he's steadily stitching the leg of a half-comatose man who probably also has a concussion. Hangs his head, still careful with his stitching. It's likely she may not outwardly spot him. Maybe she'll just go away. But he could see her poking her nose towards every patient and like hell is he going to have her find him being a coward.
So much for his break.] More often than you'd think, Red.
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but his voice very quickly grasps her attention, an instant chill and she turns in his direction, needing to keep him in sight now that she knows he's here. she can't turn her back to him.
there's some lucky distance between them across the room and he seems... occupied, stitching someone up and she doesn't have time to currently process that, too many thoughts going through her. except as much as getting away from him is the big push, flight winning over fight, she can't as easily make herself move: he knows she fears him but she can't just run from him, even if this would be the safest time to )
I've seen enough of what men do to each other to believe it would be often.
( she'd lived through enough years, conflicts, periods of medicine... she'd seen more than she cared for )
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This is purely nature, my dear Rowena. [Sarcasm, of course. The trill of his voice in the rhythm of his stitches. He looks over to her, deeply amused, his words like he's parroting words.] The Singularity and its ways.
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( she can't stop herself from responding. rowena knows that she should ignore him, perhaps there's someone instead that she could heal, but his words are easy bait, the superiority with his knowledge, knowing both thorne and this world better than she does. and she can't make herself back down.
her hands clench as she does finally take a step closer, though it's less moving towards him and more in putting herself in a better position in the room, less hidden behind a screen, seeing both the view of the doorway and him. security )
No one truly understands it.