OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

[walkingheroin]

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:

[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.

All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.

That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.

Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.

That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]

Comments

[persevere]

[She's changed so much in the past year already. Her entirely life was uprooted, shifted, even her world view is completely different than it was not so very long ago. There are moments when she misses how simple her life used to be, but in this moment, she realizes something very important.

He's right. If she had the chance to go back? She wouldn't do it. She doesn't think Klaus would, either. She hopes he wouldn't, because the person she knows him to be seems like the person he's supposed to be, the one that was still cursed seems almost a pale comparison.]

I care about you too. [The confession sounds so small in the vastness of the room.] Maybe I shouldn't, but I just can't help it.

[But no one here, not even Elena herself, has told her to hold back. He'd already crawled his way in before she knew about so much of what will occur, and as awful as it is? He wouldn't hurt her like that. Not again.

She wants to believe that, and so she does.]

Like you said, I'm immortal, right? I find it hard to believe you'd never see me again. Somehow.

[It doesn't answer the question of now, but maybe there isn't one. Caroline has so much to process before she can really be honest with herself, and doing it while her head is swimming with memories and emotions isn't the time. He's clearly made some realizations that he hadn't even formulated himself until just now.

Maybe it was right. But it wasn't right now.

Despite not having a real resolution, the tension in her body starts to release, along with a heavy exhale. Her hand comes up to loop loosely around his hand at the top of her arm. Her head tips forward as she leans toward him, settling her forehead against his shoulder.]

I guess you could say I have hope, too.

[She has so many more questions, but none of them matter in the immediately moment. She has too many thoughts racing through her head already, and she just wants them to quiet for a little while, to deal with them when she's alone and not trying to be strong for the sake of someone else.]

[poppycock]

[ he's content. the closest thing to, cordoned off with the rest in this place to suffer unknown fates. despite the horrors and desolation and uncertainties that await him at home. the loneliness, despair. the pain he no doubts feels there, and here, without his family, without his child.

the things she says nestle into him; they relieve him with quiet, unassuming comfort. with peace. they lessen the load, his features softened, his lips hinting at a curve, his eyes full and lightened. so is his heart, warmed just as he is by the leaning of her body so close, the welcome pressure of her.

it does not seem so desperate, his circumstances. he does not feel so alone, hoping and unremittent with her; wanting for better, for something. his own limbs relax and he exhales, his eyes closing as she rests into him, his head bowing above hers. he feels the tickle of her hair against his nose. he reaches to wrap his other arm around her, his hand resting on her arm, thumb stroking her skin. buries his face against against the crown of her head, and breathes her in. ]

[persevere]

[She stays there awhile, his warmth keeping her turbulent emotions quiet for the time being. Her heart stops beating quite so quickly in her chest, and she even closes her eyes for a long few moments, knowing that when morning comes, things won't be quite so simple again.

But at least she'll know, and that makes it not quite so scary.

It's hard to say how much time passes before she finally stirs, lifting her head slowly so that he can do the same, before leaning in to press her lips against his cheek, a promise that everything was going to be okay.

She might not be quite there right now, but she would be fine.

Her teeth tug on her bottom lip before her mouth curls into a mischievous smile.]

So, how about we go get my horse?

[poppycock]

[ there's only the crackle of the fire, the whisper of the wind outside, and her. he's more than satisfied to linger in the moment, to give to her and to relish it himself; to share in it. his eyes blink open at one point, but when she stirs it still feels as if he's waking from a dream, one that intensifies in its warmth when he pulls back and feels her lips against his cheek. it prompts a helpless, bashful smile; he sucks in breath before he looks at her.

everything will be fine. he knows it, looking at her, because he can feel it. she will be fine, because if not by her own strength, then he would move whatever mountains to make it so.

slowly, he brightens at her expression, his smile turning sharper, eyes glinting with a bit of alike wickedness. ] I suppose you were promised one, [ he concedes, and stands, offering her his hand up, ] and I hate to disappoint.

[persevere]

[She's promised they would still go after all was said and done, and for a little bit there, that promise had seemed to be on shaky ground, at least from the outside.

But Caroline doesn't make promises she won't keep, and even then, she wants to do this. She wants to end this night on a happy note, not a messy one.

She reaches for his hand, taking it and pushing herself to her feet, not letting go of it right away.]

Looks like we're both keeping our promises tonight. I'm so proud.

[poppycock]

It certainly bodes well for perseverance. [ it takes him a moment, his hand in hers, his gaze lingering in hers, and the softening of his smile, to realize how deeply he would like that. at least in the yellow of the firelight the pink rising in his cheeks might be masked, though he doesn't particularly care if it's not. his thumb traces from knuckle to knuckle down of one of her fingers and with a sucked in breath he realizes he should let go, and so he does.

he gestures to the door. ] Will you at least tell me what color you're thinking?

[persevere]

[She wonders briefly if he's going to hold her hand as they walk when his thumb brushes over her skin, only for him to release her a moment later, and it's hard to keep the slight feeling of discontentment that comes over her as he leads her toward the door.]

I'm thinking a light auburn, but with a darker mane and tail. Maybe dark socks, too.

[She likes contrasting features, clearly.]