yogen | [CLOSED] You don't need anyone else

[Lucifer wakes up that morning with a ring on his finger, a familiar one that he hasn't seen in a couple thousand years; there's the familiar thrum of magic from it, an old comfort, and he can feel it enhancing his already-insane magical abilities so much that he feels like he might explode.

But this ring, he decides, will not be his — for thousands of years it never was anyway — and so whenever Sidney comes back to their dorm room that day, Lucifer will approach him with a little smile.]

Sidney. I have something for you. Give me your hand?

[They've already practiced a little bit of magic here and there, but this should help further the lessons along.]

( sidney looks up and perhaps by now lucifer will notice the slightest raise in eyebrows, the way he doesn't look away once he has sidney's attention- subtler things that show in his otherwise unemotive face. and at his request, he holds it out, unquestioning. )

You seem... cheerful, today.

[Mammon voice: Our queen Beyonce once sang if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it.

Anyway Lucifer takes Sidney's hand, admiring that pact mark — Sidney is his and he is Sidney's, and despite everything that makes him feel warm inside — and then literally slips the ring onto Sidney's finger.

Sidney will probably ?? feel a big magical surge of power coming to him, idk up to you if you want him to be knocked on his ass or be like "this tingles lol".]

This was mine, from when I was an angel. It's a ring that enhances magical abilities, called the Ring of Light. As much as I could use it to enhance my already-present abilities, I figure this ring is better suited for you, as both a symbol of us, [gay] and to further your lessons along.

( the moment he sees the ring, sees lucifer intend to place it on him, some part of him instinctively lowers the ring finger- not without all of them. no matter what. inaba came back. so will clamor. he has to have faith.

it feels like a jolt, almost, like something striking and then nestling within the spot hit within his chest-- )

I... I see. I'm still adjusting to even having access to magic, I'll admit... ...At least I'll never be without protection, yeah?

( he would have been content, being the average guy of their trio. but life doesn't always allow for simplicity, does it? )

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[Lucifer agrees, however, this ring is not meant to exclude anybody, and were they in better circumstances they wouldn't need it in the first fucking place. But here they are. He sees Sidney's finger sinking and he knows better than to push, but it's disheartening all the same. He knows, okay. He knows.]

Correct. This ring alone won't protect you, and I advise you to not lose it. It won't give magic to anyone who puts it on, but enhances magic for those that already have it.

[Please do not lose this and let Add have it.]

If you want to practice more spells today, let me know. We've gone over "stop" enough, I think.

[But also "stop" is funny, so.]

( 'it's okay' but sidney still feels lucifer's own sorrow, and he almost looks away with guilt. it's... it's not fair to anyone in this situation, not really, but. he simply can't do it. he's sorry.

and lucifer knows that, doesn't he. )

I see. I'll be sure to keep it safe, then.

( someone's gonna try and take it and they're gonna get a black eye, easily. at the suggestion, sidney nods however. )

Alright. Shall we move elsewhere?

[Lucifer knows. He's not going to dwell on it; it is what it is. Accept the ring as a magical artifact if it hurts too much; he doesn't want to deal with any discussion about anything further.

If it feels like he might have shut off a bit, he did, but he'll get over it.]

The courtyard, perhaps. I'd like you to try summoning me to your side a bit more before we get into more complicated items like hexes.

[It's All He Knows, Man.]

( sidney almost makes his way to go. but... first, he squeezes lucifer's hand in his, looking at him. ... he's so tired. he didn't think he'd feel like this after the manor, and yet... )

... It's just for right now. I love you. And I'm sorry.

( and he does, so much. let him feel that through their pact bond, at the very least- give him a little time, and then place the ring where you desire. just- not while it's all so fresh. ... let lucifer focus on the love, most of all.

another squeeze, a quick kiss, and then he goes, unless lucifer stops him. to the courtyard it is. )

[...sigh.

Lucifer follows after, though. In the courtyard, they have more space to fuck around, and that means Lucifer can stand all the way on the other end of their semi-limited space and get yeeted. These first few attempts probably won't be that graceful — they never are.

As they emerge into the courtyard, covered in spider lilies as it is, Lucifer looks over to Sidney and explains shortly,]

Whatever words you choose to use to summon me to your side do not matter, with the caveat being that you do have to use my name. Something as simple as "I call upon you" works just fine.

...

I'm going to walk to the other end of the courtyard. Focus on steadying yourself and on the intent behind your spell, and you should find yourself able to do it.

[And then he kind of just. Stops. For a second, just to look Sidney over and then...

Lucifer leans forward to kiss his cheek before he walks off.]

( oh... that, at least, gets a ghost of a smile out of sidney. ... he knows that lucifer's mood is his fault. knows that he'd gone from fairly upbeat to not because of sidney. ... he can't apologize enough, really.

all he can do, really, is just wait and do as told. brace himself, think about what to say. once lucifer is as far as possible, sidney straightens up, inhales... )

Come to me, Lucifer.

( at least if it doesn't work, lucifer can't hear it- he'd get pretty embarrassed otherwise.

... right- )

[haha

that's what you think, Sidney, beloved.

Lucifer feels compelled, a bit, to come as called, but as for moving his physical form? It doesn't quite work. Still, he finds himself taking a step forward, and then another, before he manages to shake it off. In all fairness, Lucifer is an extremely powerful demon, even here — Sidney's attempt is a good one, given that.

Cupping his hands over his mouth, Lucifer hollers,]

That was a good first attempt! If you want me to come to you, focus more on my image alongside your magic — it should help out!

( congratulations, lucifer, you get to tell that sidney is even capable of feeling flustered- he's not a man who likes failing, and magic is so new to him still. ... he would have been content, just being the normal man between his magical boyfriends. and yet...

and yet.

sidney sighs, waits a bit to calm down, and tries again, focusing as instructed. )

[Yes, he loves that flustered feeling, more of that please.

...which might actually come in the form of Lucifer, because that second attempt actually moves him, and suddenly he's warping across the courtyard in a blink and—

—and the trajectory isn't quite right so Lucifer lands unceremoniously on top of Sidney in a heap of tangled limbs, knocking them both to the ground. Absolutely glorious, actually. Lucifer rolls off of Sidney and onto the ground nearby, stares up at the sky... and just starts fucking howling with laughter.]

Are you alright? [Said between laughs as he sits up on his elbows with some grass in his hair.] That was the best second attempt I've ever seen, I won't lie to you.

( oh hey its worKOH JESUS THAT SURE IS THE SKY--

sidney blinks once, twice, thrice before it truly settles how thoroughly lucifer just toppled him right over. an incredibly rare occurrence no, he doesn't care that the circumstances made it so. but then lucifer is laughing and any numb stunned feelings pop out of existence as sidney turns, just to watch him and listen and stare.

maybe he's a little bit enchanted. shush. )

I'll be fine, I think. I haven't dropped like that in a long time. ... Was it, really?

[Sitting up fully, Lucifer tucks one leg under him and the other sticks straight out. Gloved hands run through his hair to free it of grass and spider lily petals and leaves, at the cost of messing up his usually-perfect styling.]

It was. Most don't get summoning right on the second incantation. Did you really miss me that badly?

[Gross disgusting ew.]

With how I landed on you, I can only guess.

[Gross disgusting ew.]

( did he miss him?

maybe he did. maybe he needs lucifer more than he even realizes. maybe he needs the comfort and security, feeling too open and vulnerable with his arm gone and the raw wounds of september. maybe all he's been is hurting and lucifer, despite casting away such a status, is the only shield he has.

but that's a grim thought, as equal parts warm and frightful, for laying in a field of flowers with your stupid smug demon boyfriend. so the comment just gets him a light thwap on the arm as he tries to sit up. )

Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose, now?

Trust me, I can only somewhat control the trajectory with which I land. [Thinking of the time Solomon teleported him and his brothers and they all landed in a heap while that shifty sorcerer bastard landed perfectly a foot or so off.] You'll get better at summoning me next to you with time, but you had me slightly up in the air with no way to control where I was falling.

Not that I mind being on top of you, [LUCIFER,] as you look adorable when you're flustered. I might suggest some privacy for the next time you decide you want to play around.

[He winks. Sorry, Sidney, you picked this one.]

[Late at night — not late enough for silence to blanket the world, but late enough for it to be considered suspicious for someone to be out of bed — Lucifer comes back to their dorm room, wings tucked against his back and gloved hand clutched over a deep, wide gash from the top of his shoulder to his chest. He's trying and perhaps failing to be quiet; every so often a grunt of pain escapes him, or a sharp intake of air breaks the night's stillness.

In any other circumstance, he might revert back to human form, but he doesn't think he can right now. The agony from the wound is too much for him to bear, and he can't exactly focus on maintaining that false form right now.

Currently he's trying his damndest to get his torn shirt off so that he can deal with this injury, and also trying not to wake Sidney up... please do not perceive him thank you.]

( perhaps unfortunately for lucifer, sidney's a light sleeper, and more and more restless after losing an arm and then a lover. he dislikes sleeping alone these days, so maybe he isn't even sleeping at all where he lies, reaching for the empty spot he remembers clamor being in. the moment he hears a noise, he's forcing himself up, almost alarmed-

incredibly alarmed, once he registers what's happening. )

Lu? Lucifer-- What happened?!

( even as he speaks, trying not to raise is voice, garner more attention, sidney's pulling the blanket back and pushing himself out of bed to meet him halfway. )

[Motherfucker Sidney please just go back to bed and let Lucifer suffer in... not silence but grunts, he supposes.]

It's not a huge deal, [he says while he's wrestling with his overcoat oh Demon King this wound really burns,] just a minor injury.

[He has a spool of thread clutched in one hand, thread which he's quick to set down when he half-flops, still sitting up, onto their bed. With his overcoat put... somewhere to be repaired later, Lucifer sucks in a breath through his teeth, looking miserable.

This is, in case Sidney hasn't noticed, not a man who often looks miserable.]

Could I trouble you with helping me get the rest of this off?

[His shirt, he means. The shirt that's torn through and bloodied from a wound that is way worse than he says it is.]

( no, fuck you, he's been feeling whatever the fuck it is that's been happening, he's not letting lucifer deal with this alone. 'it's not a huge deal' BITCH-- sidney almost glares, but frustration bubbles up for only two seconds before concern swallows it whole again, and sidney is at his side. )

I've been getting feedback from you all night. Please, Lu, what happened?

( even as he pleads, he pries back torn and stained cloth- it's... christ. who did this? there's no way they're alive still, truly... )

Honestly, no one else would get away with that nickname.

[He says it affectionately, hissing it out through the pain. Free of his shirt, in better circumstances, maybe Sidney could appreciate abs and stuff but mostly he's getting a faceful of injury from shoulder to the middle of Lucifer's chest; his wings flex with obvious distress and pain, which makes him hiss further for yet-unknown reasons.]

...I was attacked.

[He says it with some hesitance, like he doesn't want to discuss it, but he really can't not say that he got attacked since this is his pact-bearer. Sidney must have been feeling every ounce of panic and agony and rage running through Lucifer's mind.

Shakily, he threads a sewing needle. He clearly stopped off at the home ec room to grab sewing supplies and come back here.

This can only mean good things, clearly.]

Yeah, I need to abuse my powers more, clearly-

( empty banter, that's all it feels like compared to the smell of blood, the obvious injury, the way lucifer buckles- this, combined with just moments before... attacked. who would- who could attack lucifer and leave him in such a state?

and then he sees the needle. )

What- by who- what are you doing?

( don't mind him and his obvious fear and panic it's fine, everything's fine, it isn't but it's fine- )

[Ignoring every other question for the moment, Lucifer chooses to focus on the latter instead.]

The nurse isn't here this late. I'm just going to stitch this closed.

[Why in Michael's name does he say that so calmly, not even Lucifer knows — he's not exactly a practiced medic either. This isn't the sort of thread that one uses to stitch wounds up with either, and Lucifer knows as much, but medical emergencies are medical emergencies.

He winces, pushing the needle against the base of the injury and letting out a short curse — if Lucifer's saying curse words, clearly everything is bad.]

I'll talk to her in the morning and see if I can't get this actually stitched up, but for now—

[For now, stitching his own wounds closed.]

( it's a small wonder that his stomach doesn't churn at the sight, and sidney knows there's so little he can do right now- which isn't even a self-deprecating thought about his arm, honestly, he's just not a doctor and doesn't know needlework to save his life. )

Right. Right. ... What- what can I do?

[Lucifer unfortunately only knows how to sew clothing, not wounds, and it's difficult to do this without a mirror and even more difficult to do this to himself when he's not in any sort of state to cast a hex that might get rid of feeling or something, everything hurts too goddamned much.]

All I need you to do is sit there and be my motivation to get this done.

[That's really all he needs is just the support, but Lucifer is not the type of man to use support because that implies that he might be (Michael forbid) actually in distress for once.

...

It takes Lucifer about half an hour to get through stitching that wound up, and by the end of it, dried blood is streaked over his hand and chest and he really just needs to wash his hands, but he's broken out in a cold sweat and he's shuddering from some combination of searing pain and exertion. He's so, so tired, rubbing his face with his clean hand.]

...Do you remember Elizabeth? She attacked me. I managed to dispose of her, but she severely wounded me first. The other wounds have disappeared since they took place within the void, but she gave me several fourth degree burns and severed my lower wing. I'm lucky to have survived.

( at some point, sidney had left for just a minute- an excrutiating minute made all the worse by echoing emotions that both are and aren't his- to get a wet rag and a bowl of water to help clean lucifer up and more. it doesn't feel like enough, but once lucifer finishes, sidney can at least do this, gently tend to the mess and try not to fret too much-

elizabeth attacked him? but- why? he wouldn't say they were friends, but they had been on good terms- and she and lucifer even better. was it a case of possession again? or- fuck, what happened tonight? )

Why would she do that?

( because he needs to not focus on fourth degree burns holy shit- he lost clamor, he can't lose lucifer too, not- fuck. )

[There's an empty expression in Lucifer's eyes as he thinks back to tonight. Surely Sidney had felt his ire throughout the night so far, even though it's still early enough to where they can talk at length.]

...It's a long story. I found some gossipy students who I believe knew that body-snatcher of Clamor's, the same one who hurt Narumi, based on conversations they were having. I disposed of the three of them... I don't want any repeat incidents.

[Lucifer has created a narrative in his head about this whole thing. Of course people close to the dead kid would try to do his crimes again, of course, of course; he clings onto any threads of control he can get his hands on, never slackening his grip.]

Unfortunately, Minato walked in on the scene, and I would have been perfectly content to let the boy go had he not talked down to me. Elizabeth emerged from the elevator at that point. Her ire was only drawn to me because of Minato; she'd been content to allow everything else, from what I've gathered.

( is

is he hearing this right?

did... lucifer just admit to killing three children? is that what drew that horrible anger he's been feeling? and then a fourth for- for talking down to him? four children- his students' age- dead by his own lover's hand--

he feels sick- his stomach is churning and his blood's gone cold. this- this has to be a nightmare. a nightmare where the man he loves slaughters children and gets fourth degree burns and almost loses a wing. it can't be real- it can't be.... )

Lucifer- what... what did they say to get you to think that.

( he's no stranger to preventative action- or even petty cruelty, as much as many would like to think he's above that. but... )

[Immediately, Lucifer starts getting dressed again, and as much as he wants to make this bitchy and passive-aggressive, he can't quite move fast enough for it. That thud of guilt that isn't his own slams him square in the chest as he's trying to distract himself from emotions he doesn't want to acknowledge.

To Lucifer, humans are humans. The morality of "children" versus "adult" is lost on him. And, besides, it was a child that killed Clamor.

Lucifer has no love for those who take from him, no matter how old they are.]

Well, considering that student who killed our partner, [he hisses the words out, not necessarily at Sidney, but bitterness toward the situation in general,] tried to frame the school's cultists, it was easy to pick his friends out of the crowd.

[Supposed friends.]

They gossiped and spoke ill of what's mine. I will not tolerate repeat incidents. I disposed of them before they could do anything to those who remain.

( it's a quiet moment between them. sitting side by side, sidney leaning on lucifer with a book in hand- sometimes he gets help turning a page, sometimes he just sets it down to move it himself- and two cups of coffee. but then sidney pauses, and... almost laughs? )

I had a thought- I'm not a man of faith myself, but I know some of the kids will want to celebrate it- Christmas, I mean. So tell me, how offended would you be if I decided to show Clamor and Noah at least the festive aspect?

( it's asked with humor, but surely lucifer can tell it's a sincere question- if lucifer shows any discomfort whatsoever, he'll nix the whole idea. but given gatcha otome-style fanservice-- )

[Lucifer just kind of stares

before barking a laugh, short and loud but entertained all the same.]

Would you laugh if I've said demons celebrate a type of religiously-removed Christmas, much like many humans do? [He pauses, leaning a bit heavier into Sidney's side, grinning,] Mammon still believes in Santa Claus. Yes, I'm fine with showing the children that, if you'd like to.

( oh, that laugh is a relief on multiple levels. the stress of dating a demon versus societal norms doesn't get to him a lot, not... really, except when birds do things that require bird jail which is for birds, but also? it's just nice, after months of a smothering grief and sorrow, being able to make someone he loves laugh. hearing it, feeling the amusement rebound from their link... god, he needed that. )

I mean, in a world where magic is real, it could happen. And I would. ... I think Clamor would enjoy it. He's the sort to fuss over getting the absolute perfect gifts, I think.

[Lucifer's jailtime is deserved but he's been a good bird r...ecently ish. He snuggles up into Sidney's side more fully now, as if they could get any closer from the first snuggle, full of ridiculous amounts of affection that Sidney can probably feel in waves. Warm and happy and full of life, which Lucifer hasn't been as of late.

It's nice, too, to feel Sidney's emotions through the pact, to know that he's not fucking something up.]

That sounds like him, yes. Now, what are you and I going to get for him, is the question? Does the student store sell books? Ideally he could read something that doesn't require the library...

[They'll have to hold it for him or read to him, but? It's the thought that counts?]

( at this point every drop of serotonin is a relief they both need, and that also echoes back between each other- they've been struggling. a lot.

more than a lot.

but it's nice to have a bit of normal, from before everything started going to shit. )

Yes, but the kid charges an arm and a leg. And I'm already down an arm.

( hah. )

Very funny.

[He means that, in a dark humour sort of way, affectionately leaning forward to peck Sidney on the cheek. Sheesh. What ever is he going to do with you, sir?]

Why don't you let me handle haggling? And as for something a little less... expensive, what do you think of serenading him? I've never asked him his taste in music, unfortunately, but I'm sure I can guess.

...Would you like to be serenaded?

I've never had much of a talent for music, I'm afraid.

( he could make little wood carvings, once- he hasn't tried, since august. ... he should have seen if noah would have wanted to learn something- even a simple carving. cooking is still a bit of a difficulty, but he's managed simple meals unassisted again.

lucifer's question catches him off guard, however. )

I... wouldn't know what it's like. It's- not something people do for men like me.

Is it not? Why didn't you say so sooner — I would gladly give you your own private concert.

[Lucifer's learnt over the past few months that people have not treated Sidney or Clamor with any sense of respect. It really is disappointing, but at least matters of romance are now in Lucifer's horribly gay hands.]

You and Clamor both, of course. You wouldn't mind terribly, would you?

... Not at all. It sounds wonderful.

( though, the phrasings do get sidney to chuckle a bit. lucifer is a dramatic man sometimes- but it's lovely. )

[If he's not dramatic, who is he, really? It's his inner peacock showing.]

Then it's settled. That covers one gift for the both of you, though I do hope I can do more. And, as for the children... I have no idea what to do.

[And he's not really... allowed? To do things? He thinks? So whatever.]

[CLOSED] You don't need anyone else

BACKDATED Sept... 24th? | Magic Lessons, Ring of Light, etc

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Oct 1st || cw for injuries and DIY medical procedures

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i already cw'ed this for DIY medical procedures but hey they're starting now

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now i am skipping over the DIY medical procedures because gross.

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DATE TBD

oh im crying

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