hcllsbigboss

[hcllsbigboss]

Lucifer reached out and snatched the wrist of his to the hand that he had used to poke his forehead. His brows drew together, frustration clear on his expression. He was trying to be genuine here and even let some of his pride fall a little bit just so he could give him a chance. This sinner. This Overlord that he knew nothing about. One he only knew seemed to dislike him since the day he arrived at the hotel. And for what purpose? Supposedly, a reason that he felt was so uniquely depressing that he couldn't possibly understand. It was incredibly frustrating for him, given the circumstances.

No, he had never been human, but had suffered his own losses. Being cast out of Heaven meant being the most hated being in all of creation. There were even humans who cursed his name. After spending years building this realm to be something, a Kingdom for himself and Lilith -- she had abandoned him when his failures had been too great. Just as Heaven had turned their backs on him, so did she when he had needed her the most. Granted, he then turned the blame on sinners for not being good enough.. but in the end, it was himself he hated most. Especially since his failure hadn't ended in losing his Queen, but he'd nearly lost his daughter as well.

Maybe his suffering wasn't the same. Maybe whatever had prompted Alastor to ask about Heaven in the first place had been what his story centered around. Giving Lucifer an inkling that there was a reason Alastor had ended up in Hell while his parents may have gone to Heaven. And it was that reason that he had wanted to find out. His words had been poor, sure. But Lucifer wanted to know why someone like Alastor who had this reputation-- could be concerned about someone who made it to Heaven but not want to be redeemed. It was not typical of most the sinners he had ever encountered.

"Now hold on a minute! You don't just get to dismiss me like that! You ask me about Heaven and then brush this whole thing off as being 'too much' for me to understand? I may have never been human, but that doesn't mean I don't know how it feels to suffer." He huffed, exasperated, the grip he had on his wrist squeezing just slightly. Conflict hit Lucifer's eyes while he scowled up at him. Troubled by that very topic in his own right, it seemed. But he wasn't going to yield. He meant what he said and he wasn't going to settle for less.

"I don't care if you dont want to be redeemed. That's not why I want to know." As long as he didn't interfere with Charlie and her dreams. "I want to know because I know what sorrow looks like! And I want to know what it is about that that has made you hate me so much!"

Continued at x @rradiio

"Hold on right there-- I know that! I was there in the beginning! I was the beginning." His words probably would have been subject to harm his ego. If it wasn't such a sore spot for him.

His words having pulled some heartstrings within Lucifer that he seldom talked about. His reasonings for disliking most sinners and everything that he had given up just so humans could live the lives he believed that they should have been given all along. His own yearn for freedom to make a choice and watching Heaven treat humans like caged animals, had pushed him into interfering when he had been told not to. Mild curiosity had turned into wanting something better.. wanting change. And his push each time had cost him a great deal.

"Of course I know that feeling. Maybe the circumstances were different but... I fought for humans to have their freedom. And I gave everything for it. My fall from Heaven wasn't just a fall-- it was a war."

Lucifer dropped his gaze from the other. The layers of that pride and cockiness he held peeling away. These tougher subjects were harder for him to talk about. Things that not even Charlie knew he faced and things he now faced alone. The only other being in Hell who knew his plight and how hard he tried for everything he did, was gone. Lilith had abandoned him here to deal with all of this on his own. Or not. Ten thousand years seem to mean nothing in such a short span of time to him. Much of his distaste for sinners stemmed from the bitterness in his heart. The sting that he felt knowing that his failures had cost him everything. Not just his place in Heaven and among his brothers or even friends he once had -- but also his marriage. The one he had thrown it all away for. It had all been for nothing.

His dreamy ideals had seemed nothing short of that in his own eyes. And he struggled with that very concept. Years of change and corruption, the darkness that filled in places of his heart after his fall -- his pride, it couldn't take the very real possibility that he was was nothing more than a failure. A failed King and even worse father. Kept away from his own daughter when his dreams proved to be fruitless. Even Lilith had given up on him. And now here he was having to stand in the spotlight of all that. It was an uncomfortable feeling for him.

Yeah. He'd need a drink after this, for sure.

"But I still tried after that. For the sake of sinners to be redeemed -- I couldn't convince them. Heaven still wouldn't listen to me. Sinners were lost souls, humans who'd gone bad. And Lil after that she..." He trailed off, forcing his gaze back towards him. "...Maybe i don't understand your exact reasonings, your experiences. But I want to try."

[hcllsbigboss]

He kept his grin, staying where he was. Although his mouth twitched slightly at the teasing touch he'd been given in return. Becoming all the more aware of how close he was now, especially when his hands had shifted to instead slide along his thigh and up to his hips. The touches were enough to have his heart picking up speed. Thundering against his chest as his body reacted to just the thought of what he was suggesting. Once again, he could feel the heat surge through his entire body, though now there was the slightest tinge of arousal that came with it.

But he didn't miss a beat. Not allowing his grin to waver despite it. The implications. His words. Honestly, he even found it more tentalizing that he was being so bold. Bold enough to so directly demand to have him. Regardless of the fact that Lucifer had been absent for all those years, he was still The King of Hell. He was still the strongest being in all of Hell. Even if the Overlords chose not to respect the Morningstar family, this was still a fact. Which meant he could easily overpower him if he chose to. And yet here he sat, willing to subject himself to him. More than just entertaining the idea of being with him and giving into this 'gift' he was looking to receive from him. Actually, part of him was relieved that this was happening. The tension had been hard for him to ignore, and it had made him awkward. Not now though.

Nervous, maybe. But not because he wasn't into it. It was more so because it had been so long since he had given any part of himself to anyone. It was one thing to have just a single night, but more than that? Not to mention, there had to be more than just physical attraction here, right? That made him even more nervous to think about. A relationship. What if he failed him, too?

He pushed the intrusive thoughts from his mind. There's no need to worry about that now. Not when he had this sinner her laying everything he wanted from him out. The rest he would figure out as it went. There was no way he could ignore that squeeze to his inner thigh or the surge it sent through him.

"Who said I wasn't looking for the same thing?" His brow flicked, his grin widening in spite of the heat still touching his cheeks. He lifted his hand again to tug loose his bowtie the rest of the way.

Gently pulling it free, he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and vest before he added, "I think we can definitely make this something a little more meaningful.~" At that he took it upon himself to catch his lips with his own, sealing the distance between them by making that first move. It was his way of accepting his suggestion and wherever or whatever it would mean to him after.

Not the answer he was expecting. But then he wasn't sure at all what he had been expecting to come from this conversation. And as if his words alone weren't startling enough, the fact that he had lifted a hand to cover one of his own. The touch is more than enough to have him frozen in place. His eyes had grown wide as he stared at him in his stunned silence. The weight of those words slowly brought color to his cheeks until a deep blush had become obvious.

But he doesn't pull away from his touch. The fluttering in his chest made it clear to him that he didn't hate that idea. And truly he didn't. Lucifer had been alone for so long that companionship was something he missed, greatly. His heart ached terribly with loneliness. Was that enough for him, though, to want to commit to something like that? And with Alastor of all people?

Well, he'd been good enough to sleep with, hadn't he? Just moments ago, Lucifer had admitted to being at least physically attracted to him in some aspect. Not regretting his decision to bring the sinner to his bed. But what would a... relationship look like with him? He had no idea. Hell, he wasn't even sure how to navigate into that sort of thing. It'd been centuries.

He swallowed thickly, bringing his free hand up to loosen the newly gifted bowtie of his. The blush had made his face hot. But the more he thought about all this, the more his entire body was starting to heat up. The room seemed to become even more charged with tension than it had been before. At least he could be grateful that he had been so forward with what it was that he had on his mind.

Blinking from his shock, he did his best to flash the sinner a smile. Though to say he wasn't a nervous wreck would be a lie. "That's honestly a little surprising. I never in all my years thought I might hear a sinner say something like that to me." Or anyone else for that matter. "I guess I'm impressed -- ha! And you say you want me to be yours, huh?"

Fake it til you make it, they say. Lucifer and his pride always masked his uncertainty with confidence. He had no idea what he was doing. Only that he didn't hate the idea, didn't reject it. Nor had he rejected him -- he had no idea what he was feeling. But if this was where they were going to go, moving forward, then he figured he might as well take the dive. Because he'd been telling the truth when he said he didn't want things to go back to how they were. Which was why, wearing that grin of his, he now moved his free hand to gently trace a claw along his jaw, leaning closer to him as he did. Ignoring the fact that his face was still flushed.

Playing the part of the devil he truly was, he stopped just inches from the Overlords lips. "Then make me yours, Alastor."

[hcllsbigboss]

Not the answer he was expecting. But then he wasn't sure at all what he had been expecting to come from this conversation. And as if his words alone weren't startling enough, the fact that he had lifted a hand to cover one of his own. The touch is more than enough to have him frozen in place. His eyes had grown wide as he stared at him in his stunned silence. The weight of those words slowly brought color to his cheeks until a deep blush had become obvious.

But he doesn't pull away from his touch. The fluttering in his chest made it clear to him that he didn't hate that idea. And truly he didn't. Lucifer had been alone for so long that companionship was something he missed, greatly. His heart ached terribly with loneliness. Was that enough for him, though, to want to commit to something like that? And with Alastor of all people?

Well, he'd been good enough to sleep with, hadn't he? Just moments ago, Lucifer had admitted to being at least physically attracted to him in some aspect. Not regretting his decision to bring the sinner to his bed. But what would a... relationship look like with him? He had no idea. Hell, he wasn't even sure how to navigate into that sort of thing. It'd been centuries.

He swallowed thickly, bringing his free hand up to loosen the newly gifted bowtie of his. The blush had made his face hot. But the more he thought about all this, the more his entire body was starting to heat up. The room seemed to become even more charged with tension than it had been before. At least he could be grateful that he had been so forward with what it was that he had on his mind.

Blinking from his shock, he did his best to flash the sinner a smile. Though to say he wasn't a nervous wreck would be a lie. "That's honestly a little surprising. I never in all my years thought I might hear a sinner say something like that to me." Or anyone else for that matter. "I guess I'm impressed -- ha! And you say you want me to be yours, huh?"

Fake it til you make it, they say. Lucifer and his pride always masked his uncertainty with confidence. He had no idea what he was doing. Only that he didn't hate the idea, didn't reject it. Nor had he rejected him -- he had no idea what he was feeling. But if this was where they were going to go, moving forward, then he figured he might as well take the dive. Because he'd been telling the truth when he said he didn't want things to go back to how they were. Which was why, wearing that grin of his, he now moved his free hand to gently trace a claw along his jaw, leaning closer to him as he did. Ignoring the fact that his face was still flushed.

Playing the part of the devil he truly was, he stopped just inches from the Overlords lips. "Then make me yours, Alastor."

"Oh do I have something on my face?" He blinked and lifted a hand to dab at his face where the other had indicated. Busying himself with cleaning up the little bit of a mess he'd made of himself with the other spoke. Glancing up towards him as he did. Only for his eyes to widen at his sudden line of question.

Almost instantly, he was sent into a fit of coughing and nervous laughter. Once again, his face flooded with heat. He took on a deep blush as he averted his gaze. He shifted a little nervously where he stood. That was a question, wasn't it? One he had been actively trying to figure out and avoid all at the same time. Mostly because he wasn't at all sure what to think of the sinner anymore.

They'd be through quite a dynamic change in the following months, hadn't they? Between Lucifer offering himself - his blood as means to help heal his wounds. To the very intense night that they had shared here in this room. Sooner or later, this conversation would have to be had, he knew. He just wasn't sure how to approach it in the first place. Considering his lack of social skills when it came to communicating with sinners as a whole. Let alone one he'd actually claimed to despise, healed, and then slept with.

His attention was drawn back to him at the question of regret. Red eyes darting back towards the Overlord, in spite of the blush that painted his cheeks. "W-What? Is that what you think?" He blinked. Oh, he could see how his avoiding addressing this could seem that way.

"Regret... no. That's not it at all. Actually.. uhhh haha--that's probably the furthest thing I'd call it." Then what was it? He swallowed thickly and forced himself to cross the room. He took a seat next to him on the edge of his bed. Hard truth, that's what the other needed --no, deserved to hear.

Lucifer folded his hands in his lap, his gaze now directed down. Swallowing his pride was tough for him, but being confronted so balantly he didn't feel like there was another option. The other option was to keep things strained and tense between them, and he wasn't sure he wanted that either. He heaved a sigh before he started speaking again.

"When things grew cold between Lilith and I... It got hard for me to deal with being alone for so long. So I... can't say I regret what happened between us. Actually, it was the best I've felt in a long time.. haha, wow--" He paused while he became flustered again. His hands curled into fists while he processed his embarrassment for a moment. Clearing his throat, then to continue once more, slowly.

"Honestly I--I don't know how I feel about you." Now he forced himself to glance over at him. "I mean-- I guess it's fair to say I'm attracted to you. And I don't want to go back to how things were, that's for sure. I'm not sure where that leaves us, though. So uh.. what--what do you want it to be? Or... do you.. want it to be?"

[hcllsbigboss]

PSA -

I have been struggling very much with depression lately as a part of my PTSD. The second week of March is a very triggering time for me. And I always spiral into depression and high sensitivity emotionally.

For that reason, I've paused on my drafts and things for all my blogs. This one and @v-whitenoise @ontheairr

However, if you can allow me some grace, I'll get to working on things soon. Probably within the next couple of days. And tonight, if im able.

Today is a death day anniversary for me, from a very traumatic event. So i just ask for your patience.

Thank you all.

[hcllsbigboss]

"Oh do I have something on my face?" He blinked and lifted a hand to dab at his face where the other had indicated. Busying himself with cleaning up the little bit of a mess he'd made of himself with the other spoke. Glancing up towards him as he did. Only for his eyes to widen at his sudden line of question.

Almost instantly, he was sent into a fit of coughing and nervous laughter. Once again, his face flooded with heat. He took on a deep blush as he averted his gaze. He shifted a little nervously where he stood. That was a question, wasn't it? One he had been actively trying to figure out and avoid all at the same time. Mostly because he wasn't at all sure what to think of the sinner anymore.

They'd be through quite a dynamic change in the following months, hadn't they? Between Lucifer offering himself - his blood as means to help heal his wounds. To the very intense night that they had shared here in this room. Sooner or later, this conversation would have to be had, he knew. He just wasn't sure how to approach it in the first place. Considering his lack of social skills when it came to communicating with sinners as a whole. Let alone one he'd actually claimed to despise, healed, and then slept with.

His attention was drawn back to him at the question of regret. Red eyes darting back towards the Overlord, in spite of the blush that painted his cheeks. "W-What? Is that what you think?" He blinked. Oh, he could see how his avoiding addressing this could seem that way.

"Regret... no. That's not it at all. Actually.. uhhh haha--that's probably the furthest thing I'd call it." Then what was it? He swallowed thickly and forced himself to cross the room. He took a seat next to him on the edge of his bed. Hard truth, that's what the other needed --no, deserved to hear.

Lucifer folded his hands in his lap, his gaze now directed down. Swallowing his pride was tough for him, but being confronted so balantly he didn't feel like there was another option. The other option was to keep things strained and tense between them, and he wasn't sure he wanted that either. He heaved a sigh before he started speaking again.

"When things grew cold between Lilith and I... It got hard for me to deal with being alone for so long. So I... can't say I regret what happened between us. Actually, it was the best I've felt in a long time.. haha, wow--" He paused while he became flustered again. His hands curled into fists while he processed his embarrassment for a moment. Clearing his throat, then to continue once more, slowly.

"Honestly I--I don't know how I feel about you." Now he forced himself to glance over at him. "I mean-- I guess it's fair to say I'm attracted to you. And I don't want to go back to how things were, that's for sure. I'm not sure where that leaves us, though. So uh.. what--what do you want it to be? Or... do you.. want it to be?"

He blinked, watching the other move away from the door and sitting on his bed. Lucifer was still standing and holding the plate he had taken from him. Did he miss something here? The whole unexpected gift thing was one thing-- but now he was just, what making himself at home? For some reason, that made The King a little nervous. Maybe that was because the last visit he had with the sinner in his bed had been... well definitely not what he ever expected it to be.

And as he stared at him, ready to answer him, the images of that night flashed shamelessly in his mind. Instantly bringing heat to kiss his cheeks. Just the image of the sinner above him... his hands smoothing down his pale skin. Ah! This loneliness be damned ! Forcing the thoughts away, he quickly crossed the room to set the plate he held down onto the surface of his desk. He'd decided to try and focus on what he'd been given instead.

Carefully picking up a piece of one of the tarts. He brought it up to his lips, taking a slow bite. Instantly forgetting the invasive thoughts that had filled his mind just moments ago. As a pleased groan slipped from him. The flavor.. the texture.. oh, this was perfect! He turned with the pastry in hand to face the sinner once more.

"Ugh.. this is absolutely heaven! You're really talented!" He commented between bites. Unknowingly making a little bit of a mess of himself, as some of the filling dribbled down from his lips. He busied himself though with getting another helping, now came the part where he tried to be casual and not awkward.

"So... what uh.. what did you wanna chat about?"

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"Oh! Well uh.. welcome in then!" His sheepish smile spread. Internally cringing at himself for being so damn awkward and not knowing how to connect with a person like a normal person should. Had he been that long out of this game? It seemed so. But he rolled with it regardless, keeping his smile and trying to be pleasant even though he was only being socially awkward. He hoped that this young woman didn't see him as some sort of creep or weirdo. He was sweating bullets. And his only saving grace was that he could silence jos awkward by taking a long sip from his drink, averting his gaze.

"Huh? Local? Oh!" He blinked, redirecting his attention back to her when she had questioned whether or not he had been living there for long. To which again, he gave her his best smile. "... Oh, sort of-- I've been here the last say... ten years, I guess. My daughter and I settled in after... ahem. Yeah, anyway, I guess I am kind of a local!"

The topic was uncomfortable for him. Talking about his wife or he supposed ex-wife. Although he still held onto his wedding ring in hopes that maybe somehow they could reconcile. As if she would change her mind and want to be a family again. But the truth was that their marriage had gone cold even before they had officially separated. She'd been distant towards him for years. The final nail in the coffin had come about ten years ago when she had announced that she was leaving. Lucifer had been left with nothing to show for it and unable to bear staying in an empty house that the two of them had built a life together in, he has decided to leave.

And he'd brought his daughter along with him. Who he was now the sole provider for. Since her mother had dropped out of contact altogether since the day she left.

@liecoris continued from x

"Heyyy..." He gave her his best sheepish smile, spreading a wide awkward grin.

Oh damn. This probably looked bad. He was certain that she probably thought he was some weirdo. Here he was just some random guy staring down a pretty lady at the bar. And worse was that she had caught him doing it. Of course he had meant nothing by it. He'd only observed that she looked a little bit out of sorts and well... she seemed new. So that had only heightened his curiosity about her. Honestly, he would never be the sort of creep that would prey on women at the bar like that. Especially whenever they seemed to be a little down on their luck. If course these weren't things he could say out loud. Because then it WOULD look suspicious.

Oh, he was so socially awkward it was painful. But that was the consequences after a divorce and being left to his own devices for nearly a decade. Lucifer hadn't really 'been on the market' persay in a long time. His focus had solely been on his career and taking care of his daughter to the best of his abilities. The idea of even trying to see someone, let alone go out as he had that night had been the furthest thing from his mind as of late. The only reason he was out now was because he had been badgered to go out and enjoy himself for a change. Something that he wasn't sure was a good idea now.

Nervously now, he gulped down the drink he had been sipping and quickly waved the bartender down for another. Worse. He was a little tipsy or getting there. Which meant he was only liable to make a fool out of himself if he wasn't careful. But Charlie was being taken care of by a friend of his. So at least he could trust that she wouldn't have to see him in such a state. That had been the whole point of his goin out to enjoy himself after all, right? A night to take a break from being a single dad and just have fun? Maybe. Except he wasnt good at this. Talking to strangers like this after so long. Especially pretty strangers who caught him staring!

"Uh... sorry for staring. I--uh, just couldn't help but notice you seem new in town..." He spoke to her slowly explaining himself. Glancing over at her as another drink was placed on front of him. "I'm-- I'm Lucifer-"

[hcllsbigboss]

He paused at his response. But he understood the reaction. The last gift he bad offered Adam had gotten him thrown out of Eden. The light of that weighed on him that moment, making the fallen curse under his breath. Yes, that had been intentional. But the chaos that had come after it hadn't. And if Adam was going to be here, in the same space as him -- shouldn't they try to bury the hatchet, so to speak? He didn't really like the circumstances any better. But hey, he was willing enough to keep the peace here that nostalgia had made him try.

He inhaled deeply and then put on the best smile that he could. Awkward as it was. Mostly because of all people, talking to Adam on a civil basis after everything was probably the hardest and most awkward thing for him. It was one thing for him not to be good at communicating with sinners. But now, add another layer of history between them? Yeah, he had no idea how to tackle this. Force wasn't working, and neither was tough love. And he couldn't just keep ignoring him forever. Charlie would eventually catch on.

"I get it! You don't want to trust me, right? Snake of Eden and King of Temptation and all that--" He started again, giving a short laugh in spite of himself. "But I promise you, these aren't going to do anything to you. If anything it'll help whatever you've done flourish. I've been here for pssh ten thousand years? Nothing really grows well. Oh no, not in this shitty climate, are you kidding?"

He was rambling out of his nervousness. Giving another nervous laugh before he knelt beside him just as he had done in the past. Again, Lucifer opened his palm to him, lifting his brows with a smile.

"I can't fix the past. But, my daughter has given me hope for a future. So-- why not give it a try?"

Continued from x @lettherebemonsters

"Against the rules..? No. No it's just..."

He paused, watching while he tried to till the ground. A memory flashing in his mind of a more naive and blissfully ignorant version of the angel turned sinner before him. The captivation that had been had in discovering new things. New plants and flowers. The excitement of being able to watch them bloom. Especially whenever they were given a little help with some magic to make it happen. Lucifer himself had been behind this a couple of times. Finding his time with humans as enjoyable and fascinating.

Part of him wondered now if this desire for something like that here in Hell wasn't a call back to those simpler times. Before everything had fallen apart. Before he had given up everything just to give the humans, he loved so much their freedom. Freedom from the double standards of Heaven.. their suffocating rules. Lucifer could have told Adam that it was next to impossible to grow anything in Hell that wasn't inherently evil in some way. But he couldn't bring himself to do it in that moment. Call it nostalgia.

He brought his hand up and with a small swirl of golden light at the center of his palm, created a handful of seeds. They'd been crafted using his magic. The angelic power he still had even as a fallen. It was the first time in a long time he had used those powers to create something like this. But.. it was woth a shot. Turning towards Adam now, he extended his hand to him. His palm open so that he could see the contents of what he was holding. The expression on Lucifer's face for once held no malice or irritation towards the former angel. More so the softness that he once held as an angel, only lacking now in its innocence.

"I'm not sure if this will do any good here in Hell... but maybe it's worth a shot."

[hcllsbigboss]

He blinked, watching the other move away from the door and sitting on his bed. Lucifer was still standing and holding the plate he had taken from him. Did he miss something here? The whole unexpected gift thing was one thing-- but now he was just, what making himself at home? For some reason, that made The King a little nervous. Maybe that was because the last visit he had with the sinner in his bed had been... well definitely not what he ever expected it to be.

And as he stared at him, ready to answer him, the images of that night flashed shamelessly in his mind. Instantly bringing heat to kiss his cheeks. Just the image of the sinner above him... his hands smoothing down his pale skin. Ah! This loneliness be damned ! Forcing the thoughts away, he quickly crossed the room to set the plate he held down onto the surface of his desk. He'd decided to try and focus on what he'd been given instead.

Carefully picking up a piece of one of the tarts. He brought it up to his lips, taking a slow bite. Instantly forgetting the invasive thoughts that had filled his mind just moments ago. As a pleased groan slipped from him. The flavor.. the texture.. oh, this was perfect! He turned with the pastry in hand to face the sinner once more.

"Ugh.. this is absolutely heaven! You're really talented!" He commented between bites. Unknowingly making a little bit of a mess of himself, as some of the filling dribbled down from his lips. He busied himself though with getting another helping, now came the part where he tried to be casual and not awkward.

"So... what uh.. what did you wanna chat about?"

His eyes lit up at the sight of the tarts. Delight shining within them alongside his surprise. While he knew now that the other could cook. He wasn't expecting this. And there was no hiding how elated he seemed to be with the gift. Having a sort of weakness for sweets, he always welcomed the chance to indulge. It always served as a nice surprise whenever someone else offered to him, though, one of his favorite things. Something he found he had come to really enjoy between all the visits he'd made to the mortal relam.

"These look amazing!" Even in his voice, there was no hiding his delight. He was pleased.

Very carefully, he gingerly took the plate from him. His fingers brushed along his as he did so without meaning to. Bringing the plate down to his lap. So he could admire the work that had been done into crafting these treats for him. He really looked something like an excitable child getting the thing he has asked for on the holidays. His pale features lit up with joy and appreciation. All the while blissfully unaware of the small implications any of these gifts might have meant for him.

He was just pleased that they seemed to have come to a well enough understanding to get along like this. It'd been a lot easier to move about the hotel without all the animosity hanging between them. Even if Lucifer still remained incredibly awkward at times, he was doing his best to adjust to the new nature of things between them. Having helped him heal from his wounds and escape death... this just one of the instances they had to bridge their discontent.

The other encounter, much more personal... had been why Lucifer was still occasionally so awkward.

"I'm not even sure which one to try first!" He said and glanced back to him with a wide smile. It lacked any cockiness as it usually held. This was a genuine, happy smile from The King of Hell.

[hcllsbigboss]

Oh boy, what a rough start this was at already. Was he sweating? Because he felt like he was sweating a little bit. This was not a good idea for him. He didn't even know how to talk to sinners with others present. Let alone be left to his own devices with one. The disconnect between him and his "people" was balantlty obvious. Lucifer had given up hope on these poor souls ages ago. And now, here he was trying his best to support Charlie and putting himself directly in the line of fire. Heaven knows he wasn't actually planning to be part of this program this way. Not personally anyway. So he was way out of his element in this.

"Ahhaa! That's hilarious!" He blurted out before he could stop himself. And then he realized what he said and how it could be taken as an offense. It was obvious that she was just as uncomfortable as he was. Even he could see that. And the first thing he does is laugh at her awkward attempt to start up small talk? Yikes. A hiss left Lucifer as he sucked air in through his clenched teeth. The wide, sheepish grin he held now had a little bit of an apologetic look to add to it.

"...Uh. I mean--ahem, it's not often i get asked that since... you know -- King of Hell and all." He said just as awkwardly. Clearing his throat as if that might ease some of the tension. "But... uh yeah heh heh Charlie is my daughter... she's great, right?"

Another sinner had checked into the hotel. He was proud of Charlie for seemingly being able to bring in some of these lost souls. Souls that he had been so sure were a lost cause. Until recently anyway. Even after the extermination and everything that had happened along with it, he was still adjusting to the idea that redemption might be possible with these sinners. That maybe she could communicate with them in a way that he hadn't been able to. Charlie seemed to be a beacon - like a little ray of light among all of this. And it was with that little bit of hope that he was able to accept that maybe it could be possible. As for getting used to being around the sinners, personally - that would take some getting used to. Especially since he had given up on them, himself, ages ago. Then to top it off - he had been absent in general for the last seven years. Which of course made connecting with anyone a little bit iffy on his end. That's exactly why he was seated at the bar, sipping from a drink that Husk had so generously prepared for him. At least that's what he was trying to do whenever he was called to from the parlor. The call had come from his daughter, who so enthusiastically was waving him over. Lucifer glanced over his shoulder at her and flashed her the best smile he could. That of course, meaning that it was just as sheepish as he felt for her insisting that he abandon his seat at the bar and come join the rest of them. Which - to his surprise, he found that even Husk, had left him alone to go seat himself on one of the plush sofas nearby. This seemed like a regular thing for him and maybe for all of them, since Charlie had all of them gathered in one place together, whether they seemed like they wanted to be or not.

He downed his drink and slid off the stool. Trying to hide the fact that he wasn't too confident in the idea of joining in on whatever activities it was that she hosted. He'd heard a little bit about them just from some of her little friends. And while he was impressed that she was able to get them to participate - he wasn't real keen on joining in on it himself. Mostly because Lucifer didn't know anything about the sinners in this hotel. Hell - he wasn't even sure he remembered all their names. Except for Alastor of course, the Overlord that had become a thorn in his side since he arrived. It was hard not to remember him because of that fact.

"Before we begin, I want to introduce you all to our newest guest!" Charlie announced excitedly just as Lucifer had come over to join the group. She flashed him a grateful smile before she went on. Lucifer stood nearby, deciding not to seat himself and rather stand and lean on his apple cane. His hands folded on top of it while he did his best to listen to her and pay attention to everything that was going on. Somewhat spacing out on it all, until she decided that they were going to do an ice-breaker game. Greaaaaat. Because he was SO GOOD at those. "Haha, not a bad idea Char, but I think I'll sit this one out." Lucifer stated after she announced that they would all be pairing off to sort of get to know each other better in a speed - dating, type of ordeal. "No -- Dad you HAVE to join us! Please?" Charlie protested and proceeded to give him a look that he had a hard time saying no to. So with that said, he found himself sitting down anyways, readying to be paired off with the first poor soul that would have to endure his awkward attempts to get to know them. This should go exactly the way that Charlie had in mind, surely. A quick look to her smiling face though had him sighing and remaining in his seat instead of insisting that he go back to whatever it was he was going to do before he came down here for a drink.

plotted starter @triple-moon-rp - New Guest

[hcllsbigboss]

A duck themed cowboy costume with a gun that makes quacking sounds instead of shooting bullets

@damian-morningstar

"See, this one gets it! That's the kind of innovation I'm talking about!"

@damian-morningstar

[hcllsbigboss]

My commissions are open! Disability denied me even after a lawyer so this helps toward food, HRT and living needs, along with cat food and vet bills, so I am helping my partner out in any way I can!

The commissions post is linked above!

examples of art below ( and above, that guy is an oc I made in highschool )

[hcllsbigboss]

Sorry I've been Mia

Ill be working on drafts tonight.

I have been exhausted over the last week. And haven't had much time to myself.

[hcllsbigboss]

Lua is gifting him duck-shaped chocolates with a caramel filling for Valentine's.

"Aw, you really shouldn't have! This is-- wow this is so sweet of you! And look they're little ducks! Oh it's perfect!"

[hcllsbigboss]

Lucifer is presented with this and a rather pink strawberry flavored marshmallow duck, with candy hearts for eyes. - 2p! Alastor

"Wow! All this just for me! This is incredible! Where is that blue deer anyway? I think i need to make sure, he knows how great this is personally!"

[hcllsbigboss]

💝 To give my muse a box of chocolates ( they'd be handmade chocolates too :3 )

Valentines Day - what will we do? / accepting

"Oh! What a wonderful surprise! Aha.. I feel silly I didn't come prepared.." He gave a sheepish smile, lightly blushing as he took the chocolates. He had a weakness for sweets. "Maybe--Uh you would allow me to take you out as a thanks? Because these look incredible!"

[hcllsbigboss]

Valentines Starters

Send A symbol for…

😍 To confess sexual attraction to my muse on valentine’s day

💋 To give my muse a lipstick mark on their face

😘 To give my muse a valentine’s  kiss

💄 To have my muse give yours a valentine’s kiss

💍 To propose to my muse on valentine’s day

🌹 To give my muse a single red rose

💐 To give my muse a bouquet

🍹 For our muses to get drinks together

💒 For out muses to get married on valentine’s day

🎀 To give my muse a valentine’s gift ( you can specify what)

💔 To break up with my muse on valentine’s day

❤️ To ask to be my muse’s Valentine

💓 For our muses to meet on a blind date for valentine’s day

💘 For a love letter from my muse

💝 To give my muse a box of chocolates

❣️ To have my muse confess a crush on your muse

💕 For our muses to be set up as a friend’s double date

[hcllsbigboss]

Your muse as a teacup

"Isn't it just adorable? It's great, right?"

Tagged by: @rradiio

Tagging: @lettherebemonsters (adam) @triple-moon-rp @liecoris @angelichooves (alastor) & anyone else who wants to play.