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[Everyone loves broadcasts that open with a scream. Hurried, breathless words follow for keen listeners:

"You're safe. Stop arguing with me. We will make our way back in time."

A light is turned on and Alexiel, clothed only in her long, dark curls can be seen standing by a door.

"I will take you out into the morning air."

She reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses, frozen halfway there.

"I am not a harlot."

Even though she defends her state of undress, Alexiel turns to the closet, opening it. Dressing takes next to no time and she finally reaches for her communicator.]

You really are a naughty boy.

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[She exhales and shrugs.]

I want to see them; watch them. I used to do that in the garden. [Briah.] I wonder if I can understand them.

[ See it's exactly that sort of thing that made him ask that in the first place. So. Here we are, again. ]

So you want to test your Disney princess skills. You can't do that here?

The animals out there are different from the ones in here. No one wants to be hunted when they walk down the street. [She pauses and then adds:] I could learn more from them.

What are you hoping to learn from them, exactly?

Anything. You can learn a lot about the state of a place from the natural inhabitants. [As she speaks, a bird may or may not land on her shoulder. She might be a Disney Princess. Call the presses.]

And you need an escort for this private outing of yours?

[ You can see him turning over the idea in his mind practically and tbh he's feeling and looking rather dubious about it. ]

Not that I can't understand why you'd be looking to escape your cage, or that I can't see the value in some first-hand exploration, but I can't say I possess the same enthusiasm as you.

It was an offer; not a command. I'll be fine by myself. [She can't promise she won't bite or punch him for his earlier words anyway.]

They might mean nothing to you, but they matter to me. [Animals were really the only ones she could trust to be truthful in her first cage.]

You misunderstand, again.

[ he takes a drag off his cigarette. He had to kill a pet he loved himself, once upon a time. Not that he's going to share that with her, because what's explaining yourself!!!? ]

I mean you're the kind of woman who draws trouble to herself like a flame leads moths on.

[ so flattering, lucifer, why are you like this... ]

Meaning you do care? [She lifts her heavy curls into a ponytail, tying them back absently.] I considered asking you on a date.

[Trouble included. That goes without saying.]

[ There are two competing trains of thought that he has to try to keep up with here and although they would seem to be converging on the same track, the shocking nature of both of them is making handling either of them somewhat difficult. ]

Who said I didn't care? A date?

[ What's happening here, ]

[He really has no idea how he comes off, she realizes. Then again, she likely suffers from the same fault, which means they will always have a difficult time. If it's not hard to do, why bother, right?

She glances him, eyes full of challenge.] We've never been on one.

[ This may come as a surprise to her, but, ]

I'm pretty sure I've never done something like that.

[ Unless ]

Does picking up hot chicks from skeevy bars for sex count?

[ For a man who is actually fairly concerned about the feelings and emotional well-being of others, and usually very aware of himself and his effect on others--this appears to be a very large blind spot.

Unless it's all a ploy and he's doing it on purpose? You never can tell with him, can you? ]

And you think I have? [She imprisoned herself in a garden, followed him in abandoning heaven when the time was right - only to find herself imprisoned in body after body, trapped further by a deep unnatural slumber. Her human counterparts might have dated, but she hadn't been awake for them.]

I think Setsuna said it best once...

I'm not looking for sluts.

Is that so?

[ He smiles, but--you can't really say it's exactly a smile, can you? At least, not a nice one, anyway. There's something sharp and tight about the way it--you can't call it a curve, but a bend, maybe--and something cold to the way his eye glitters. ]

Then I guess you'd better keep looking for your virginal Prince Charming to take you for your enchanted walk in the woods, hadn't you, Princess?

You see yourself in such a poor light. [She doesn't share his opinion of himself.] You might sleep with easy women, but I wouldn't call you a slut.

[She doesn't really have a leg to stand on considering she has openly slept with men and women.]

Neither of us are virginal and I'm not a princess.

[ Some of those "easy women" were fairly nice. And while they HAD fawned over him, wasn't he just as culpable for encouraging them? ]

What's good for the goose is good for the hand gander, or so they say.

[ he blows a stack of smoke that obscures the screen. ]

So what would you call a man who sleeps with easy women? A John? A pimp, maybe?

[ it would be better, he knows, of he could just leave things well enough alone. It's more than he deserves to be forgiven for his infidelities. And yet he just can't seem to stop picking at it, like a healing but unsightly scab that itches. ]

Or maybe 'adulterer' is more apt?

[The easy answer is "yes", but Alexiel has enticed and encouraged men too. ~~And then there was Sara/Gabriel.~~ Sometimes when she cannot vent in a bloody/violent manner, she needs another type of distraction. He must be similar. Being miserable is exhausting.]

I'm not offended that you took your pleasure from others. If they were willing to spread their legs, they gave you some...comfort...from tedium.

[The women are not her equal, so she doesn't take offense. ~~Except for the way her chest tightens at the thought of him with anyone else.~~]

But I'm here now.

You what?

[ That's really all he can say in response. Of all the possible retorts, taunts, or conversation stops that he could have imagined in response to his continued poking and prodding. ]

I said I'm here. I'm not asleep or imprisoned.

If it's something you want.

[SHE'S JUST SAYING.]

[ Most people would be frightened to be on the receiving end of such an ominous look from such an imposing woman--certainly if they knew half the things she was capable of. As for Lucifer, though.... there is a long moment of silence, stillness only punctuated by the long, slow, blink of his eyes, and then--

a soft peal of laughter, a few chuckles really, as his face finally relaxes into a friendlier expression. ]

Hey. At least make a sweeter face if you're going to make that kind of declaration to me.

[ He shakes his head with his temple still resting against his palm. ]

Should you really even be saying that sort of thing when you have your brother inside you, or whatever?

[She doesn't know what she is doing! There hasn't been time for courting or...asking for what she wants. All she can do is state where she stands - no matter how frustrated she is with him - and...

Then what? Therein lies the problem.]

Sweet? [How? She can smile - more so than ever before - but she doesn't know if she has ever looked sweet.]

I assure you...

He would be asleep. [Sisters are supposed to ~~gently~~ knock out their brothers, right?] Or would you rather he bring everything down around our ears?

I wonder just how asleep he is if he can give you such unpleasant dreams in the first place.

[ That is how this all came to start tonight in the first place, after all; he hasn't forgotten. He gives a careless sort of shrug; though. If she wants to write off the possibility that he is more aware than she realizes, that's (probably) not any of his business. ]

I suppose as long as they're nothing more than night terrors, though, then it's up to you whether or not we pay it any mind.

...

Or was it that you were more horrified at the prospect of having to give a man a look that heats him up, rather than chilling him to the bone?

[ He always was just too perceptive for anyone's comfort. ]

Those... [She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.] I have fuel enough to make my own nightmares. I speak to him and I get a sense of what he feels, but he isn't -

It's like speaking to a dream. [All he is to her is light. Yes, they share a body, but the control is hers.]

How many sought to take advantage of me? How many sought to own me and possess me? The idea disturbs me...

[She lifts a shoulder, frowning.]

Unless the look is for you.

[ His face resumes a more neutral cast, and his posture--doesn't stiffen, exactly, but it rights itself to something more formal, as does his speech. ]

Creatures with wings are not meant for cages. No matter what piece of yourself you may choose to give to me, so long as you deem it so, I will not close turn the key to lock you in. If I should become a creature so twisted by jealousy or greed, I would ask you destroy me, first.

[ He put out the butt of his cigarette against the wood of the desk he's sitting at. ]

[There is the flash of a small smile - there and gone - before she gazes at him calmly.]

A creature, am I? Well, in deference to my wild nature, I appreciate the sacrifice you are willing to make. I think, as long as you are yourself, I have nothing to fear.

[She turns to look at the residential building, one hand on her hip.]

I wouldn't let you remain in pain. I don't believe in torture.

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