as we circle the moon [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: November
Where: Thorne, the Horizon, Nocwich
What: catch-all, open prompts, closed starters
Warnings: Self-Loathing, unhinged devil, mental breakdowns??



(Will match style. ShadowSpirits | Sleepwalker#5336)

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[thedevilwhorose]

He grins sharply, not as sharp as the guy that bit him though. "Only once." Here. And, you know, combat specifically is what he's decided to count. He's not considering the absolute social fallout of his life, courtesy of the Heralds.

Lucifer does like to talk, but he is cautious about what he gives out, despite popular opinion. At least he's careful if he's not angry.

Or emotional.

Or afflicted.

Little things.

Getting Geralt to talk though, that's the hard part.

So, ever the irritant, Lucifer turns on his stool and throws up his legs onto the one empty stool between the two of them, and his elbow thumped on the bartop, facing Geralt with his full-focus now. The bottle moves safely to be cradled in his lap.

"I thought you weren't much of a talker until you got lost into growly beastmode and learned the difference," he says, completely nonchalant.

[gynvael]

His gaze flicks briefly to the side at Lucifer before he returns to what he's doing. True. He didn't care to exchange any words with Lucifer up until the demon landed beneath his stairs, and that had been. Minimal. Brief. Then he forgot every fucking soul he ever loved. Which is not, despite Lucifer's assertion, the reason he didn't engage, but if Lucifer wants to believe that Geralt sees no reason to correct him.

Tonight is the most they've ever spoken.

He's silent for a while. Makes a vague contemplative noise in answer. Lucifer is right: he isn't much of a talker. Rarely finds contributing to a conversation worth his efforts.

But he does speak up, given time. "And what else did you learn?"

[thedevilwhorose]

"Your blood tastes gross," Lucifer answers blandly. He holds up his wine bottle. "Definitely would not make good wine, so at least you don't have to be concerned with someone mistaking you for a wolf and trying to bottle it up."

Not that Lucifer imagined his was much better, but he'd argue that it isn't his blood, despite how utterly bound up he is through this vessel.

[gynvael]

"It's happened," Geralt answers, a causal deadpan that's difficult to tell whether he means it or not.

(It has. Mistaken for a werewolf, not. Bottled for wine.)

Regrettably (or fortuitously, as it were), Geralt doesn't actually recall the taste of Lucifer's blood. He won't admit it, but it wasn't...he wasn't paying too much attention during that entire. Encounter.

He considers, briefly. "That stolen body of yours. You keep it in the Horizon."

What of his real form? Why not use it? Is he...hiding it?

[thedevilwhorose]

A snort is the only reply to 'it happened.'

Hilarious.

The rest of his commentary though...

"Ugh." Ugh. Michael said the same thing about the Horizon and his appearance. He holds up his bottle of wine and cocks his head at it as though somehow consulting it to judge how drunk he is. Which is. Not at all. Not enough.

He raises his brows at Geralt and shakes his head. "Nope. That information doesn't come for free." Maybe to Geralt the answer wouldn't seem like a big deal but to Lucifer it's just a constant annoyance.

Which means tell him something interesting in trade.

But, he assumes, the rest of their night will just lapse into a precarious peace, full of silence and the clink of bottles.

wrapping!

[gynvael]

His eyes take on not exactly a glint, but it's close. He peers at Lucifer for a moment longer. Apparently, he's found an unexpected sore point.

Lucifer is right: silence is all that greets that. Geralt returns to his ale and map, ignoring the demon for the evening until one of them takes their leave.

It's probably Geralt who goes first; he has places to be, and once his second drink has emptied, he slips out without a glance back. Lucifer, he thinks, reminds him more of the mages back home than anything, and he can't say how he feels about that. Nothing good, really. (If he ever finds out Lucifer has become friends with Istredd, it will make perfect sense.)