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[There's a knock at the door a few minutes late. Gabriel isn't one for hanging around, when he says he'll do something, he does it and normally that second. He's very much an in-the-moment sort of angel.
And he's got a bottle of nice Scotch in one hand, which he offers out when the door is opened.] In case you ran out.
I'm a fruity cocktails sort of guy myself, but as long as it isn't beer, I'll drink it.
So, this.... something. Not the fun sort of something?
[There's an 'ooh' at the bottle, Lucifer taking it over to his wet bar and gesturing for Gabriel to sit wherever he'd like. There's a couch and a few comfortable chairs -- Lucifer does like his comforts. The Ex Lord of Hell goes over to see what he has to mix for his not-brother, looking over his goods and asking:]
Would you like a White Russian? Or I could do a Tequila Sunrise? Up to you, and... exactly the opposite. Of it not being fun. It was. Fun. Very. It was just...
[Lucifer stood there, vodka bottle in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other, looking perplexed.]
[ Gabriel doesn't like spirits- at least straight (ha ha)- ones. But he does know which ones are good and hopefully he's picked well- Sexifer seems to like expensive stuff. So that's what he's got. ]
Considering what you've got, I'll settle for a screwdriver. I'm pretty easy to please when there's alcohol involved. If you want to be fancy, you could do me a Mimosa? I'm sure a fancy guy like you has good champagne around.
I do, but that's for another occasion. You get a Sunset, you prissy little thing.
[Snapped out of his thoughts, he set to making his not-brother's drink, shaking it up and looking over at the mention with a wrinkle of his nose.]
We did not, but it's more that I don't agree with the choice of words than that we were intimate. I've done fucking. It wasn't that. It was...
[He poured out the mixed drink, topping it with a blue cherry (don't ask), then poured himself a large scotch before coming over to set them both down, sitting beside Gabe with that perplexed and confused look on his face.]
[ What's so fancy about the champers what means it has to be special? But Sexifer is his host, and it's his bar, so that's fine. He likes Sunsets, and he has a feeling that his not-brother is extremely good at making cocktails. There's no small sense of anticipation.
But that is dulled as Lucifer continues, because suddenly that is far more important and all his attention his fixed on him, watching every detail of his expression, the posture as he folds into his seat. You can't say that he isn't elegant, can you?
And Gabriel doesn't even need to ask did you mean it because he knows Lucifer, and he knows Chloe. Of course he meant it.
For any other angel, falling in love with a human is Not A Good Idea. It only leads to trouble, because Dad banned them from doing it. But Lucifer is already cast out, and Gabriel's self-imposed exile has led to a lot of things Dad wouldn't like. Won't like, Gabriel corrects himself.]
I'm glad you told her. She deserves to know how you feel.
[Now that is a very pleasant surprise. Gabriel wasn't sure Chloe was ready for that- she was clearly very fond of him, and she knew all his faults and flaws- well, as much as a single human can. But Gabriel would have thought she needed more time than that. He probably can't hide his surprise very well, but Lucifer seems a little surprised about that himself.
Maybe that's just a thing though. Gabriel still can't believe Greg loves him. Why would he? Gabriel is... Gabriel, for a start.
Gabriel is extremely sappy, and he feels no shame in being that way with Greg. Of course, discussing it with anyone else is a big no-no, he has a reputation to protect. He supposes Lucifer is the same way. He just reeks of suave. He probably can be dashingly romantic too. Brings her flowers, makes her coffee in bed, that sort of rubbish.]
I know what you mean. It sort of means something, right?
[Gabriel doesn't like that horrible phrase, love-making. It makes him want to puke. But it fits, he can see why people use it. Even if it is cringy. Which is why for the first time he reaches for his drink and takes a swallow.]
Honestly -- which I always am, but... I didn't think she'd stay. She asked to see- She wanted the whole effect. She got it. And she didn't leave.
[That had been what had surprised him the most. That and her acceptance afterward, the ability to touch him and not cringe away or have any fear in her eyes... He hadn't known how much he'd been needing that until then. He looked over at Gabriel, seeing him finally reach for his drink.]
It means more than I thought it would. I've had sex before, obviously. Billions of years of sex. But... It was never that. Is that... I can't say I don't mean to pry because I do. Is that what it's like with you and yours, mm? Do you love him? Is that something we're allowed to do?
[Gabriel's eyebrows raise a little. He knows what Lucifer means by whole effect. He's not seen it himself, he doesn't much care to. He knows his own brother's true form as it was- beautiful and light- possibly some sort of heavenly equivalent to the body Sexifer has. But he's not seen the twisted mess that lays beneath the vessel. He doesn't want to, he knows he isn't brave enough.
Chloe is a very special woman. Gabriel can see that, but he thinks possibly he doesn't see it like Lucifer does. In fact he's certain he can't, but that's how these things are. Are meant to be.]
I think she's probably seen worse than you, no offense. Besides, she loves you. She doesn't care about that, but she wants to know. She has to, to love all of you.
[Greg knows. Gabriel wasn't always this. He was Loki and Trickster, and a thousand other things besides, all monsters. But he'd accepted that and seen passed it. Gabriel doesn't know how. Greg should have turned on his heel right then and there, but he'd stayed too.
Humans, huh?]
Sex is just the fun, messy stuff that makes your toes curl. The other stuff... it sort of reaches down and makes stars out of your bones. It's like... like...
[It's like his Grace is somehow completed, bright and alive in a way he's never experienced. But it's also very hard to describe, even for The Messanger. He lets himself trail off, and he shrugs. Lucifer probably knows what he means.]
I don't know if your Dad was the same as mine. But mine told me to love them more than Him, and I do. And I love Greg more than all the others. But we were never meant to fall in love with them, we weren't made to be love like they can.
But we've never much cared for what Daddy told us to do, have we?
[He looked down at his drink, listening. He always listened, even if he didn't always understand. You couldn't learn what one wanted if you didn't after all. You couldn't learn, and Lucifer was chaos and change and evolution.
He was looking down at his drink at the last bit, brows winging up before he turned to Gabriel.]
That's not true. Or, it wasn't. I cared. I used to. I tried to do what He wanted. What they both did. One disagreement. One 'no', and that was enough to banish me. To make me His antithesis. Love Him or suffer me. He never told me to love them. Never told any of us -- I suppose that's why most angels consider them so... beneath us. Demons too, for the record. You should have had a chat with Maze before she buggered off. But no, our love was supposed to be for Him, so I suppose... I suppose the ability is there. Maybe.
I just didn't think that there were any humans worth loving. Ten billion years of drudging through humanity and there was never anyone like her. It's not the vulnerability thing. That just made her a curiosity. It's...
Well, you've met her. She's special. She's like a bloody star that blinds you, but you can't stop looking because it's so worth the pain.
We all used to, Luci. We all used to bend over backwards to make Him happy, to make him look at us and smile and be proud of us. But you know how well that went. He kicked you out for one little thing. He left me and my brother alone after fucking us up some completely that we're still trying to kill each other.
Humans were always better than we were. They have their flaws, no one ever said they were perfect, but Dad damn it, they cared more than we did, they tried to help each other. They love and they forgive and they do all of that knowing they are going to die and not knowing what comes next. I've never seen anything braver than that.
[Gabriel's voice is thick with emotion, and he takes another long swallow from his drink. It really is good. He'll have to come round again and get Lucifer to make cocktails for him again when the conversation isn't so heavy.
As it is, it takes a few minutes for him to be able to speak again normally. ]
I think you feel about Chloe the way I feel about him. There's something about his soul I can't keep away from. I don't want to, either. He sees what I am and he forgives me. And still loves me. [And now he smiles slightly] And he tries to protect me. I've never had that. It's... nice. To be so special to someone.
That's it, isn't it... That we matter. More than as a deity or celestial being. More than sex. That they see all those things we try to keep to ourselves and don't care. Or, don't care enough to have it spoil... everything. I've never had that.
It makes me terrified for her. She's an angel in Hell. Not even a real angel. She can be hurt- has been hurt, and at any moment, upstairs could decide to revoke this little visitation and take her back up there.
Then what? Then I'd have to tear the bloody place apart to get her back, I suppose.
[Said almost quietly to himself as he swirled his drink before taking a sip.]
We matter as who we are. Not as St Gabriel or the devil or any of that baggage other people gave us, we don't have to be any of that stuff, we can just be us and that's what they care about. Without changing us, without us being all... holy and full of light and all that BS. We are what they are and they love us for that as much as we love them for who they are. It's... it's incredible.
I know. I know. I've tried to show Greg how to smite but...
[But he can't. He doesn't seem to be able to do it. He has some sort of power, but they've not talked about it or done anything about it for well, for months. Gabriel is constantly terrified that some demon is going to chew Greg up and spit him out in pieces]
If they did, you know I'd help you. If they take her, they'd take him and I'm not going to sit back and let that happen. We could do it, if we had to. Not just rip this place apart, but Upstairs. All they are up there is pencil pushers and bureaucrats anyway. They wouldn't stand a chance.
[That does bring a crooked grin to the Devil's face, Lucifer resting his glass back on his thigh.]
I suppose I should say thank you. It's... nice to know that your Lucifer or not, you'd be willing to... well, I know it'd be for your little not-angel, but... It's nice. A little trust, here and there. I can trust you, can't I? Not to harm her or let anyone else do so? I suppose I could extend the same courtesy to your lad, as he works closely enough with her. Should be relatively easy -- as easy as anything in Hell ever is.
[he'd like to say he doesn't betray his brothers but that isn't true.]
But you should know I wouldn't hurt her, even if she wasn't in love with you. She's special like you said, and I care about her. I know you won't hurt her either so I won't say anything about that. And you won't hurt him, because you know I would never ever forgive you and I can be a nasty little bastard.
[Then he grins, bright and happy.]
I'm glad for both of you. When are you going to have babies? Joke! Joke!
[Ew marriage. Gabriel doesn't do marriage. Not in the Abrahamic sense of the word. He much prefers the common law marriage of sticking with someone until you're sick of them. That's how he's always done it.
And he doesn't want Greg to feel trapped. Let him have a get out clause. ]
If that's your thing. But you know... babies happen down here right? Little tiny demon things. Fangs, leather wings, talons. Normally they spit acid.
[Although Gabriel actually sounds very found of them. He is. He wants to steal some of them for daycare. But that's Bad.]
I think you might change your mind. If you had them with her. But it's all academic isn't it?
... We'll be looking in to ways to avoid that. I've no desire to be a father and she's already had one of her own. I think that sort of torment is something a woman would only want to do to her body once.
[Gross, Gabriel. The archangel could balk at marriage, but Lucifer and children were definitely a no-no.]
[Personally, Gabe thinks it's worth it. He's only done it once, a long time ago, but time dulls the memory of pain and morning sickness. Still, it's not something that everyone wants to do more than once. He can understand if Chloe doesn't want to give birth to a hellbaby. Especially not one fathered by Satan.
Still, that's sort of sad. Sexifer was probably his best chance of being an uncle in the afterlife. Oh well]
No, you prat. I've never liked children. They're... small. Helpless. And the ones that wind up downstairs are always beyond what any adult soul can do. An evil child? Truly evil? I never go near them.
[Gabriel could just make do with being 'uncle' to all the weird things they collected. Like the plant. Or the gargoyles.]
[ Gabriel shrugs. There aren't many evil children in comparison to evil adults. Evil children do things out of curiosity and because the little voice telling them it's a bad idea hasn't fully formed yet. But it's not important. ]
You mentioned Chloe's daughter before though. You didn't seem to think she was completely awful.
She's not as awful as some, but she's still... her. I don't like children. At all. And Chloe's has some odd fascination with hugging me. It's revolting.
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Date: 2016-11-18 12:46 pm (UTC)>>>>> ACTION
Date: 2016-11-18 12:52 pm (UTC)And he's got a bottle of nice Scotch in one hand, which he offers out when the door is opened.] In case you ran out.
I'm a fruity cocktails sort of guy myself, but as long as it isn't beer, I'll drink it.
So, this.... something. Not the fun sort of something?
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Date: 2016-11-18 12:59 pm (UTC)Would you like a White Russian? Or I could do a Tequila Sunrise? Up to you, and... exactly the opposite. Of it not being fun. It was. Fun. Very. It was just...
[Lucifer stood there, vodka bottle in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other, looking perplexed.]
Unexpected.
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Date: 2016-11-18 07:58 pm (UTC)Considering what you've got, I'll settle for a screwdriver. I'm pretty easy to please when there's alcohol involved. If you want to be fancy, you could do me a Mimosa? I'm sure a fancy guy like you has good champagne around.
... Did you fuck? Really?
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:05 am (UTC)[Snapped out of his thoughts, he set to making his not-brother's drink, shaking it up and looking over at the mention with a wrinkle of his nose.]
We did not, but it's more that I don't agree with the choice of words than that we were intimate. I've done fucking. It wasn't that. It was...
[He poured out the mixed drink, topping it with a blue cherry (don't ask), then poured himself a large scotch before coming over to set them both down, sitting beside Gabe with that perplexed and confused look on his face.]
I told her I loved her.
[Gabe should know what that meant, right?]
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Date: 2016-11-19 07:38 am (UTC)But that is dulled as Lucifer continues, because suddenly that is far more important and all his attention his fixed on him, watching every detail of his expression, the posture as he folds into his seat. You can't say that he isn't elegant, can you?
And Gabriel doesn't even need to ask did you mean it because he knows Lucifer, and he knows Chloe. Of course he meant it.
For any other angel, falling in love with a human is Not A Good Idea. It only leads to trouble, because Dad banned them from doing it. But Lucifer is already cast out, and Gabriel's self-imposed exile has led to a lot of things Dad wouldn't like. Won't like, Gabriel corrects himself.]
I'm glad you told her. She deserves to know how you feel.
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Date: 2016-11-19 07:41 am (UTC)[Which had been just as surprising as the fact that he'd felt it in the first place.]
And then we... well. I don't kiss and tell. Not with her, anyway. Still, it was...
[A myriad of words swirled in his head, all silly and sappy and saccharine, and all the only things he could think to properly voice what he'd felt.]
Different. Better. Good, different.
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Date: 2016-11-19 08:38 am (UTC)Maybe that's just a thing though. Gabriel still can't believe Greg loves him. Why would he? Gabriel is... Gabriel, for a start.
Gabriel is extremely sappy, and he feels no shame in being that way with Greg. Of course, discussing it with anyone else is a big no-no, he has a reputation to protect. He supposes Lucifer is the same way. He just reeks of suave. He probably can be dashingly romantic too. Brings her flowers, makes her coffee in bed, that sort of rubbish.]
I know what you mean. It sort of means something, right?
[Gabriel doesn't like that horrible phrase, love-making. It makes him want to puke. But it fits, he can see why people use it. Even if it is cringy. Which is why for the first time he reaches for his drink and takes a swallow.]
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Date: 2016-11-19 08:41 am (UTC)[That had been what had surprised him the most. That and her acceptance afterward, the ability to touch him and not cringe away or have any fear in her eyes... He hadn't known how much he'd been needing that until then. He looked over at Gabriel, seeing him finally reach for his drink.]
It means more than I thought it would. I've had sex before, obviously. Billions of years of sex. But... It was never that. Is that... I can't say I don't mean to pry because I do. Is that what it's like with you and yours, mm? Do you love him? Is that something we're allowed to do?
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Date: 2016-11-19 10:31 am (UTC)Chloe is a very special woman. Gabriel can see that, but he thinks possibly he doesn't see it like Lucifer does. In fact he's certain he can't, but that's how these things are. Are meant to be.]
I think she's probably seen worse than you, no offense. Besides, she loves you. She doesn't care about that, but she wants to know. She has to, to love all of you.
[Greg knows. Gabriel wasn't always this. He was Loki and Trickster, and a thousand other things besides, all monsters. But he'd accepted that and seen passed it. Gabriel doesn't know how. Greg should have turned on his heel right then and there, but he'd stayed too.
Humans, huh?]
Sex is just the fun, messy stuff that makes your toes curl. The other stuff... it sort of reaches down and makes stars out of your bones. It's like... like...
[It's like his Grace is somehow completed, bright and alive in a way he's never experienced. But it's also very hard to describe, even for The Messanger. He lets himself trail off, and he shrugs. Lucifer probably knows what he means.]
I don't know if your Dad was the same as mine. But mine told me to love them more than Him, and I do. And I love Greg more than all the others. But we were never meant to fall in love with them, we weren't made to be love like they can.
But we've never much cared for what Daddy told us to do, have we?
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Date: 2016-11-19 10:39 am (UTC)He was looking down at his drink at the last bit, brows winging up before he turned to Gabriel.]
That's not true. Or, it wasn't. I cared. I used to. I tried to do what He wanted. What they both did. One disagreement. One 'no', and that was enough to banish me. To make me His antithesis. Love Him or suffer me. He never told me to love them. Never told any of us -- I suppose that's why most angels consider them so... beneath us. Demons too, for the record. You should have had a chat with Maze before she buggered off. But no, our love was supposed to be for Him, so I suppose... I suppose the ability is there. Maybe.
I just didn't think that there were any humans worth loving. Ten billion years of drudging through humanity and there was never anyone like her. It's not the vulnerability thing. That just made her a curiosity. It's...
Well, you've met her. She's special. She's like a bloody star that blinds you, but you can't stop looking because it's so worth the pain.
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:09 am (UTC)Humans were always better than we were. They have their flaws, no one ever said they were perfect, but Dad damn it, they cared more than we did, they tried to help each other. They love and they forgive and they do all of that knowing they are going to die and not knowing what comes next. I've never seen anything braver than that.
[Gabriel's voice is thick with emotion, and he takes another long swallow from his drink. It really is good. He'll have to come round again and get Lucifer to make cocktails for him again when the conversation isn't so heavy.
As it is, it takes a few minutes for him to be able to speak again normally. ]
I think you feel about Chloe the way I feel about him. There's something about his soul I can't keep away from. I don't want to, either. He sees what I am and he forgives me. And still loves me. [And now he smiles slightly] And he tries to protect me. I've never had that. It's... nice. To be so special to someone.
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:14 am (UTC)It makes me terrified for her. She's an angel in Hell. Not even a real angel. She can be hurt- has been hurt, and at any moment, upstairs could decide to revoke this little visitation and take her back up there.
Then what? Then I'd have to tear the bloody place apart to get her back, I suppose.
[Said almost quietly to himself as he swirled his drink before taking a sip.]
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:21 am (UTC)I know. I know. I've tried to show Greg how to smite but...
[But he can't. He doesn't seem to be able to do it. He has some sort of power, but they've not talked about it or done anything about it for well, for months. Gabriel is constantly terrified that some demon is going to chew Greg up and spit him out in pieces]
If they did, you know I'd help you. If they take her, they'd take him and I'm not going to sit back and let that happen. We could do it, if we had to. Not just rip this place apart, but Upstairs. All they are up there is pencil pushers and bureaucrats anyway. They wouldn't stand a chance.
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:25 am (UTC)I suppose I should say thank you. It's... nice to know that your Lucifer or not, you'd be willing to... well, I know it'd be for your little not-angel, but... It's nice. A little trust, here and there. I can trust you, can't I? Not to harm her or let anyone else do so? I suppose I could extend the same courtesy to your lad, as he works closely enough with her. Should be relatively easy -- as easy as anything in Hell ever is.
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:43 am (UTC)[he'd like to say he doesn't betray his brothers but that isn't true.]
But you should know I wouldn't hurt her, even if she wasn't in love with you. She's special like you said, and I care about her. I know you won't hurt her either so I won't say anything about that. And you won't hurt him, because you know I would never ever forgive you and I can be a nasty little bastard.
[Then he grins, bright and happy.]
I'm glad for both of you. When are you going to have babies? Joke! Joke!
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:47 am (UTC)Clearly not until after we're married. Honestly, Gabe. This may be hell, but there's still a way things are done...
[He then realized what he said and cleared his throat, hiding that mini-surprise with a larger sip of his drink.]
Not that I'd ever want to have children. Or that we could. Part of the whole circle of life thing we're no longer in, mm?
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Date: 2016-11-19 12:04 pm (UTC)And he doesn't want Greg to feel trapped. Let him have a get out clause. ]
If that's your thing. But you know... babies happen down here right? Little tiny demon things. Fangs, leather wings, talons. Normally they spit acid.
[Although Gabriel actually sounds very found of them. He is. He wants to steal some of them for daycare. But that's Bad.]
I think you might change your mind. If you had them with her. But it's all academic isn't it?
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Date: 2016-11-19 12:06 pm (UTC)[Gross, Gabriel. The archangel could balk at marriage, but Lucifer and children were definitely a no-no.]
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:50 pm (UTC)[Personally, Gabe thinks it's worth it. He's only done it once, a long time ago, but time dulls the memory of pain and morning sickness. Still, it's not something that everyone wants to do more than once. He can understand if Chloe doesn't want to give birth to a hellbaby. Especially not one fathered by Satan.
Still, that's sort of sad. Sexifer was probably his best chance of being an uncle in the afterlife. Oh well]
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Date: 2016-11-20 01:59 am (UTC)[Gabriel could just make do with being 'uncle' to all the weird things they collected. Like the plant. Or the gargoyles.]
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Date: 2016-11-20 08:30 am (UTC)You mentioned Chloe's daughter before though. You didn't seem to think she was completely awful.
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Date: 2016-11-20 09:18 am (UTC)She probably trusts you. They do that. It's when they fall asleep in your arms and start drooling that you should worry.
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Date: 2016-11-20 11:49 am (UTC)Ugh. I wish she wouldn't. I'd rather she avoid being near me at all, let alone close enough to drool on me. That's just... wrong.
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