[CLOSED] You don't need anyone else

[carpevinum]

Who: Lucifer & Sidney
What: These two literally required a catchall for October I don't know what to say (also magic lessons)
When: Month of October, some backdated September things because time is fake
Where: Various
Warnings: Demonology & religious blasphemy, discussions of trauma and injuries, more TBA???

Comments

[carpevinum]

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?

[wolfetracks]

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.

[carpevinum]

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?

[wolfetracks]

... 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. )

[carpevinum]

[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.]