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{ @dramatisperscnae Cont. }
-- He should be used to busy stations like this. He lived in fucking Tokyo for fuck's sake. But most of the people in Tokyo weren't built like fucking linebackers. One of said linebackers sent him careening into some poor man's chest, sending his overpriced coffee all down the front of the guy.
He took a few hurried steps backwards, bowing slightly on reflex. "Ah--sorry!" The words came out in his native tongue before he could remind himself that he was in the United States. He paused, glancing up with a sheepish smile before bowing again. "I'm sorry...!" He glanced up, taking stock of the coffee quickly staining the man's shirt. "Are you alright?"
Unthinking, Zola carefully traced the line of the scar down his collarbone. "This is... an autopsy cut..." she said softly. Her gaze flickered back to his face, realizing how intrusive she must have seemed now, and pulled her hand away, focusing her attention back on her task.
She found where the bullet had lodged and removed it, casting the healing spell at the same time to minimize the pain he would feel. "I'm sorry. I know that probably hurt." She quickly wrapped the gauze around the rest of the wound, tying it off with a tight knot. "You should be okay now." She smiled reassuringly. "No stitches for you. But you should take some Tylenol when you get home."
-- Jason watched her expression as she traced the scar. The fact that she instantly knew what it was interested him. "Seen one before, have you?" He caught her hand as she tried to pull away, leaning up slightly as his shoulder knit back together. "Congratulations, that means I'm not the first dead man you've met."
He laughed softly, shaking his head. "A stiff drink and I'll be fine." He rolled his shoulder, testing it. It was sore, but he'd been through way worse.
-- Has been quietly debating on actually introducing his partner to his brother for weeks now, don't mind him.
{ @dramatisperscnae @gothamite-librarian }
-- "Yeah, I know." A sigh. "I dunno, Bruce. It's...it feels like too little too late, I guess."
"Why?" Now he looks concerned. "Jason, you of all people should know it's never too late. If you want to get a degree, then do it. Bachelor's, doctorate...knowing you, you could get into any university you wanted."
-- Another shrug. "Yeah, it just feels...I dunno...kinda pointless? Considering my line of work, it's not like I'm gonna do anything with it. Sure, I like to learn, but if I can't put it to use, then what's the point?"
-- "Sure, but I can also just....go buy the books I'm interested in, read them, and learn that way. No tests needed." Shrug. "It's....a thought."
"You can. It's your life. But there's more to classes than just reading the textbooks; I *know* you know that. You always loved learning." He flashes a small smile. "Classroom discussions, debates with the teachers, that kind of thing."
-- "Yeah, I know." A sigh. "I dunno, Bruce. It's...it feels like too little too late, I guess."
-- Maybe he should try to get his doctorate. Then again, it'd be hard to get it credited properly, considering he's a dead man.
"Hm."
"...there are ways of legally bringing someone back to life." He's looked into it. More than once. It's a lot of red tape and paperwork, but it's possible.
-- "Sure, but I can also just....go buy the books I'm interested in, read them, and learn that way. No tests needed." Shrug. "It's....a thought."
-- Maybe he should try to get his doctorate. Then again, it'd be hard to get it credited properly, considering he's a dead man.
"Hm."
{ @wanted-to-do-more Cont. }
-- "Easy, bud. I've gotcha." Roy wrapped an arm around Jason's waist, pulling his arm over his shoulders to support him. "Come on. Let's get you home, yeah?" He smiled softly, glancing over at Jason. "You wanna tell me what happened, or do you just want me to shut the fuck up and patch you up when we get back?"
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"Good morni-!" Sophia pauses, head tilting to the side. "You look like you didn't sleep too well, Ren. Is everything okay?"
-- This day was always hard for him. Everyone else was living their lives; laughing, smiling...living. The whole world kept turning, every day, every week, every month, every year. And it really had been another year, hadn't it...? It made his heart twist uncomfortably in his chest, looking at the butstudan he had made himself. He had gotten it blessed after everything had gone down in Mementos and he had kept it with him while he travelled. It wasn't much, but it was all he had.
"Oh--" He was dragged out of his reverie by the familiar chirping of Sophia's voice. He looked over, picking up his phone to look at her properly. "Morning, Sophia. I'm...I'm fine." A practised lie; one he had told time and time again. Though normally he tells that lie when he is awake enough to actually make it sound believable.
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
memorize my coffee order, already!
quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.
stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.
give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.
don't move ... a single muscle.
can you teach me how to do that?
order room service – let's be lazy today.
pull out your ID, they card everyone here.
pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.
stop second guessing yourself.
don't say another word.
show me what you've been working on.
we're already late, can you hurry?!
we don't have time for this, [ name ].
just take the compliment, okay?
don't you dare just leave me here.
quit being so stubborn about this.
relax, i've got everything handled.
turn up the music! i love this song.
take my jacket, i'm not asking.
give me your hand, let's take a walk.
order whatever you want, it's my treat.
stop picking fights when you're tired.
meet me tonight ... our spot.
loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.
stay awake, you might have a concussion.
just let yourself be happy for once.
you have to stop sabotaging yourself.
tell me why you're really here.
drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!
quit trying to change the subject.
just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.
follow me and stay close.
just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.
call me when you get home safe.
don't beg, it's pathetic.
stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.
can you [ tie / zip ] this for me?
stop lying to me. tell me what you did.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
tell me what you're thinking right now.
stay quiet until i figure this out.
tell me something i don't know about you.
come dance with me.
get out of my sight.
wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.
take my arm, those heels look dangerous.
let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.
can you stop hovering?
wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.
keep your hands where i can see them.
stop pretending you know what's going on.
find a first-aid kit. quickly!
you can't tell anyone what you saw.
take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.
keep your voice down, they'll hear us.
don't you dare lie to me.
take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.
tell me a story from when you were little.
answer your phone when i call you.
give me your jacket, i'm freezing.
don't get yourself killed.
tell me what you see when you look at yourself.
tell me what you see when you look at me.
stop being so modest about your achievements!
leave them to me, just go.
just admit that you love me.
just admit that you hate me.
come here, let me look at you.
don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.
[ name ], don't make me do this.
drop your [ weapon ].
stay here and wait for my signal.
don't just sit there, move.
take this and run, don't let anyone have it.
pretend you're my [ partner / gf / bf ].
don't look , you'll give us away.
stay with me, don't drift off.
stop pretending like you care.
go make sure the coast is clear.
take this with you. it's a good luck charm.
don't tell anyone about this.
if anybody asks about today, lie.
stop looking at me like that.
tell me you love me.
just kiss me, already.
talk to me in [ language ].
keep your eyes on the road.
stop crying and calm down.
give me one chance to explain.
come with me. there's so much we could do.
wear the [ dress / tie / item ] i gave you tonight.
show me how you like to be touched.
hold my hand.
kiss me, make it look real.
look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?
[ name ] ... will you marry me?
just slow down for a minute. what's going on?
take a deep breath, you need to calm down.
get out of here, [ name ]!
draw your weapon.
go rest. i'm not asking.
take a step back.
keep your promise for once.
quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.
give me a straight answer.
be polite to our guests.
look me in the eye and say that again.
put your feelings aside for a moment.
keep close to me.
here, let me see that.
look up at the sky.
run ... run and don't stop!
get out of here, i don't want to see you right now.
stand up, this isn't over yet.
close your eyes and count to ten.
keep your head down and keep moving.
[ name ], let me past.
listen carefully to what i'm about to say.
don't just stare, come in.
stop laughing, this isn't funny.
take this and hide it from me.
don't make a sound.
the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.
quit causing problems everywhere you go.
just admit that you don't know what you're doing.
stop right there, i mean it.
don't say that name aloud.
just trust me, okay?
stop acting so childish.
call the police. now.
tell me you love me, even if it's not real.
take a good hard look.
stop the car, [ name ].
let me walk you to your [ door / car ].
almost done, just give me five more minutes!
don't make eye contact.
stay out of trouble.
let me see that beautiful smile again.
just do it already, we've waited long enough.
hold me tight, and never let me go.
finish what you started.
tell me what you know.
quit being so melodramatic.
just stay away from me.
turn around. slowly.
don't be scared.
put it down before somebody gets hurt.
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.
grab me my [ item ], will you?
don't make assumptions.
put this over it to stop the bleeding.
get to safety! i'll be right behind you!
stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.
wipe that look off your face.
keep an eye on them.
look at yourself in the mirror.
eat. you haven't touched your food in days.
"thanks!" he raised a hand as if about to touch the makeup, but quickly stopped and lowered it. "i learned from the best... and a bunch of veetube tutorials," lucifer admitted with a chuckle before taking another sip of his drink. "your hair's pretty. i mean, all of you is, but especially your hair. i'd try doing something similar if i wore my hair long."
he'd heard that angel dust was something of a pro in drag, so he was curious to know more about the sinner. "when'd you first get into drag? was it something you did when you were alive too?"
-- "Thank you!" He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, making a mental note to restyle the wig later. If strands had broken enough to come loose this early, then he needed to upgrade something somewhere. A gentle smile. "You'd look absolutely stunnin' with a bun. I'd love ta help you experiment, if you wanna."
The question earned a moment of shocked silence. Very few people ever asked him about himself like that, especially anything concerning his life before he wound up in Hell. He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah. I was alive before this was widely accepted, but I found my people where I could. We had to stick together back then, even more so than we do now."
Time to see what this is all about, he supposes. He's come in a bit less of an extravagant outfit than he'd worn to the event which must not be named, but still bedazzled and in rather lovely shades of white and blue, nervously fixing his bowtie and coughing slightly as he stands at whatever amounts to an entrance for the event. "Alright, Vox. Just....go in. So what if you see a bunch of men in dresses. You can handle that for one night. Besides, you get free drink vouchers. Which nobody's gonna notice if you take more than two anyway. It'll be fine. It'll be just dandy."
....who the fuck is he kidding. This kind of thing scares him shitless, in a way that he doesn't care to dwell on. But he's probably going to be judged even more if he just awkwardly lingers in the hallway all night long--
(Why the fuck didn't he think to bring a plus one. It's not like he has a lot of options for that sort of thing, but surely he could have talked Vincent into it or something.)
--sigh. Fine. Pushing open the door with a dull thud as it collides with the wall. No, he doesn't actually give a shit if he happened to cause property damage with that. He's not even going to properly greet anyone, he's just going to make a fucking beeline for the bar and whoever's attending it to slap down one of the drink vouchers while pointedly avoiding looking anywhere near the stage. "Give me the fucking strongest drink you have. Quickly." It's barked out through gritted teeth. Like fuck is he going through this entire night sober.
-- Angel was gearing up for his performance, fixing his lipstick at the bar, when all of a sudden there was a glittering television set next to him. The violence with which he threw down his voucher didn't really surprise him, coming from Vox. What surprised him was that he was there at all.
"Heya, V." He raised his glass in a toast before taking a sip. "Are you here for the show?" A small, nervous smile flickered across his face. He wanted to at least be cordial, after everything, even though he would rather eat broken glass than stay near him for long. This whole affair was important to Lucifer, so Angel would behave himself accordingly.
{ Could be Lucifer if he's not careful 👀👀👀 @theserpnt }
OPEN STARTER FOR DRAG NIGHT
{ for @theserpnt 's event #HHDragNight ! }
-- Angel has spoken to Lucifer to arrange the set perfectly. A little smoke covered the stage floor, just enough to obscure his her feet as she came to the stage. The music started slowly as the lights came up, flitting around the room before focusing suddenly as Angel took center stage.
I haven't seen my ex since we broke up Probably 'cause he didn't wanna grow up Now I'm out and wearing something low-cut 'Bout to get attention from a grown up
'Cause you hold me like a woman In a way I've never felt before And it makes me wanna hold on And it makes me wanna be all yours
Angel slinked forward, gliding on heels that made no noise against the stage. Eyes flickered back and forth across the crowd, finding one patron every so often and approaching them, looking over them as if appraising value before looking away and moving on.
Guys my age don't know how to treat me Don't know how to treat me Don't know how to treat me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good Guys my age don't know how to keep me Don't know how to keep me Don't know how to keep me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good
Hands found the straps of the dress that clung to Angel's form, sliding one off of his shoulder with a playful wink at one particular audience member before glancing away.
All he ever wanted was to go down What we supposed to do with all his friends around? Yeah Smoking weed, he'd never wanna leave the house Got an empty cushion on that sofa now
Told him, "Good luck with the next one." Maybe she'll be just as immature Gotta thank him, he's the reason That I'll find out what I'm looking for
With a wave, Angel fell into the smoke, coming back up with a sultry little smirk as the dress hiked up those long legs as he slid to the edge of the stage, reaching out to pick up someone's drink and take a sip.
Guys my age don't know how to treat me Don't know how to treat me Don't know how to treat me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good Guys my age don't know how to keep me Don't know how to keep me Don't know how to keep me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good
So I'm never going back No, I'm never going back
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Angel returned to his feet, eyes locked onto one of the audience members. He watched them for a long moment, drawing them into this fantasy he was creating before moving on to the next one.
Guys my age don't know how to treat me Don't know how to please me Don't know how to read me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good Guys my age don't know how to tease me Don't know how to leave me Don't know how to need me Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good
So I'm never going back Don't know, don't know, don't know No, I'm never going back Don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good So I'm never going back No, I'm never going back
He walked back toward the curtains of the stage, casting one last look across the audience, and left with a wink and a blown kiss. Once the performance was finished, he walked back out onto the main floor, a bright smile on his face. It had been a long time since he had been able to show that side of himself in his performances.
an open starter for drag night!
it was always nice to have an occasion to dress up. and more than that, it was nice to have an excuse to wear some killer eyeliner without fear or getting looks or asked what in the hell he was doing. lucifer knew it was his own uncertainty that mostly kept him back, but still. "well, look who made it!" he exclaimed while at the bar getting a drink for himself for some liquid courage for his own performance later. "i'd say look what the cat dragged in, but you actually don't look too bad. i'm glad everyone's putting in the effort tonight."
-- Angel had slinked down the stairs and grabbed a seat at the bar. His wig wasn't quite as overdone as normal, simply pulled up in a sultry little up-do. His make-up was refined, to match his dress. Tonight was a night to show off his range, not just the stereotype.
When Lucifer called out, he looked up with a grin. "Aw, thanks, Lu!" He raised his glass in solidarity. "You look great, too! Killer eyeliner, Your Majesty."
