I want to live, not be afraid and forsaken [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: September
Where: Thorne + the Horizon
What: catch-all, open prompts, closed starters
Warnings: Blood



(Per usual ShadowSpirit. Lucifer's on a weird prowl both in Thorne and in the Horizon. He had a Time in Nocwich.

Will always match style.)

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OTA / Post-Nocwich / Thorne

[thedevilwhorose]

Lucifer had been asleep for three days.

He managed to stay standing during the Queen's address, watched the proceedings like a dying man given water, and then ignored everyone and immediately passed the hell out in his room. Regrets. Nocwich had many, many regrets.

'I see a reverent crowd, wide-eyed and eager—'

'but it would be so bad, if someone did?'

'—you hold a tie to foundations built by the hands of the forsaken.'

'But, here, you are— Lucifer. To some of us, that does not make you the enemy.'

Well.

Maybe there was a few... intriguing spots from Nocwich.

He changes, finally, when he wakes. Secures out of sight the spring-loaded switchblade he had stolen from the feral creature that had sprung the blade directly through Lucifer's left palm. He looks his hand over, smooths a thumb across it. Healed, as it should be. Much too long, as it shouldn't be.

He looks at his pile of destroyed clothes. Maybe he could have Wilhelm burn them.

… Shit. Wilhelm.

How long has he been out?

He can be found trying to scramble together some of his routine, back in the dining room and gardens, and his usual table testing out Mildred's concoctions in order to get free tea at the Winking Cauldron.

He'll be asking around for updates, what he's missed, if anyone knows anything new about Cadens and Solvunn.

OTA / September / Horizon

[thedevilwhorose]

[For any that have been through his domain before, there is a notable empty space to the corner that had homed the Snake Island. His domain is built around cross-sections of his Father's creations... nothing of Lucifer's own. It's the only way that he can hold his domain together. Just photocopies.

He can be found often in his domain sitting in a blank cutout, legs folded under him, head bowed, hands laced together in his lap.

Nothing like his first disastrous trip with Mat into the Horizon comes to fruition, but pooling out from him is like paints on water, color swirling together, trying to realize into something new.]

Istredd / Post-Nocwich / Thorne

[thedevilwhorose]

On a normal basis the two of them are easy-going roommates. They're both quiet and invested in reading and are barely ever actually in their room.

After the Queen's address Lucifer immediately flops face-down on his bed, different dark splotches of blood across his tunics, some looking fresher than the rest. The fabric is torn and frayed.

And there's a lovely stab wound through his left palm, crusted red.

What? Everything's fine.

He can safely just... not exist for a bit to allow his body to recover the abuse he put it through.

Wilhelm / Post-Nocwich / Thorne

[thedevilwhorose]

It's taken a tour around the castle grounds and town for Lucifer to perch up on the windowsill in his and Istredd's room and sink his consciousness into the Horizon. He hasn't been to Wilhelm's domain since the Singularity wrecked their dreams and waking nightmares and chased them across the Horizon.

It looks different, and not just the storms and bloodied water.

Dad Knows where the kid holed up to dip into the Horizon, but here it's much easier to track him down. At least he hadn't gone off to someone else's domain.

"I meant to find you after the Queen's address," he says when he finds him. His voice is--not gentle, but certainly more quiet than the last time they... spoke. Fought. "But turns out I had to recover."

Lucifer looks absolutely fine in the Horizon, not the gaunt, slightly-haggard way he is in reality--even after "sleeping" for three days. It's the only part of his appearance that he has any control over here.

Hurray.

"What happened between the study and the throne room?" Lucifer asks, tone careful, quiet. "You weren't--" He licks his lips and turns his head away. "You weren't hurt, were you?" From the guards, from their exit of Nocwich. Anything.

It's not meant to be accusatory. Lucifer had attacked someone he presumed to be vulnerable; someone from another faction could have easily done the same to Wilhelm and he broke away from the group as soon as he could to lick his wounds.