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Well, don't you? How often do you have dreams of weird portent? You were partners with me for quite a while and you lived with a demon. Anything crop up in your dreams then?

[Because really, Chloe. People didn't just magically wake up with magical magic.]

[Or did they?]

Nothing like this, no. But it's not just in my dreams, either.

[Don't make him question everything, Chloe. Gosh.]

Oh? Alright, then. I'll bite.

I already told you. It's like... an image or flash. I'll be sitting at work or walking home and I just see things. Sometimes it's that temple or just the woods. Or people. And coupled with everything else, it's just really starting to freak me out.

So you're saying that you've somehow managed to wake some powers of, what, prognostication? Here?

[He was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. He didn't want to call her a liar, because he believed that she saw what she thought she was seeing. It just didn't make sense to him how that would happen.]

You think it has anything to do with the portal?

I don't know what it is. I don't know if what I'm seeing is real or something some creature is making me see to try and entice me out there, but it's like I've got this string tied around me and something's trying to pull me by it. Now that I know all of... these things actually exist, it's hard to think I'm just losing it.

[Or maybe she is. Who knows. Either way, she's obviously a little more distressed about this than she initially told herself she was.]

No idea. But I've heard more and more people have been brought in lately. I was asking around and someone mentioned something being woken up by all the new arrivals. Prayers or energy or whatever.

Are you praying to someone other than me?

[Said with a bit of tongue in cheek, even as he pet his hand over her hair. It disturbed him to think that something was trying to manipulate her, something he'd tried so hard to avoid doing himself -- to the point of removing himself from her life for a time.]

Don't just hie off into the woods. If... if you find yourself drawn out against your will or you can't fight whatever it is that's... making you feel this way, tell me.

This isn't funny, Lucifer.

[She settles a little when he pets at her, though, head lowering back down onto the pillow when he finally seems to be taking it a bit more seriously.]

I don't think it's that strong, or like I'm going to tear off anytime soon. And I wouldn't just leave without you. But... I don't know. Depending on what they find out there, maybe...

[She trails off, because she knows it's a bad idea. She knows. And yet.]

Maybe what? Do you plan on starting to worship something? The proverbial atheist who sleeps with the Devil suddenly bowing to some unnamed potential deity in the woods?

[Flatly.] No. But if it's pulling other people out there, or trying to, then that's a problem.

Other people's religious bents aren't your problem, love. Even where we hail from, there are plenty of people doing dumb, foolish things in the name of deities that don't even exist. Suicide bombers, human sacrifices, not to mention the horrors visited upon the genitals of both genders...

[He physically shuddered then, a noise of disgust leaving him.]

You can't force people not to be how they are. If they want to go off and sing praises to a jungle spider, let them. It's their life.

That's not the same thing.

[She's not intending to argue. Hell, if Lucifer is telling her she shouldn't worry about it, then she should take that at face value and let it lie. And yet her intuition's never steered her wrong before, and it's telling her now that something's wrong. The idea of leaving someone out there because of outside influence doesn't sit right with her.]

Believing in something that isn't real and hurting yourself or others because of it and being manipulated into something from an outside force aren't the same at all. If I went skipping out there because I couldn't control myself, should someone just let me because I'm 'not their problem'?

That depends. If someone has no drive, no direction in their life to the point they're steered that way, you or anyone intervening isn't helping. Now, if you, who I happen to know is of sound mind and... mm, body, went running off in a frothing mass of prayer, then I'd follow along and slaughter whatever asinine bastard of a god was trying to take your will away from you. I don't like the notion of free will being taken, love. Not from anyone. But some people are sheep. You saw the Satanists. Lambs to the slaughter, the whole lot of them.

So just because someone's not as strong-willed or wants to believe in something because they think it helps them in some way, they deserve to die. But not me, because you know me personally.

I don't believe too many people genuinely deserve to die, no, but you can't protect everyone from their own stupidity.

[He would always be honest with her -- even if that could bite him in the ass.]

It's not stupidity if they're being beckoned out and can't stop themselves.

[She doesn't want to call him hypocritical, but... if he'd chase after her doing supposed stupid things, then it doesn't really hold a lot of weight.]

If they don't have the drive to not want to stop themselves, it is.

[He may well be a hypocrite. That didn't change that he cared more about her than anyone else.]

Wow. Okay.

[While Lucifer could be reckless and overly prone to play, she never thought him cold before.]

So we should just not do anything, then. Because some people are stupid. That's what you're saying.

[He could hear the fury in her voice, and he was confused.]

No, that's not what I'm saying at all. I'm merely stating that you can't save people from making their own decisions. If that isn't the case, then perhaps the people here who are on the guardian team should be the ones to handle it. If it's something dormant on this moon that was here long before we were, they'd be more equipped to handle it, wouldn't they?

I wouldn't know. I'm not from this moon. That doesn't really seem to matter, though, because we're here and we're pulled into things whether we want to be or not. And so far it doesn't seem like people really know what to do about it.

You're good at research. Why don't you look into that? See what temples might be on the moon that could have been forgotten. I'm sure they've got archives here that have something about it.

Yeah. I'll do that. After I get some sleep.

[And probably on my own, she doesn't say, but she flops back down onto the pillow. This whole thing has her stressed out. At least with homicides and LA crime she knows what she's dealing with.]

There, there, my love. Just lie down and try to get some sleep.

[He had an idea, one that may or may not cause her any relief, but with a little shifting around and the sound of rustling feathers, one of his wings spread over her, the other folded against his back as he lay on his side. He engulfed her as much as he could in white, fingers smoothing over her hair.]

I'd like to see it get through this, mm?

[A piece of pure divinity? It might not do anything at all, but it might keep her blocked off enough that she could get a good night's rest.]

[She hears the rustling before she sees the flash of white and the brilliant shimmer of his feathers stretching over her. The part of her that's upset at him wants to tell him to keep his wings to himself, but the part of her that wants his comfort and that assurance that they were partners and would get through this made her sink into that warmth.

She's quiet for a little while, shifting every now and then to get more comfortable. And probably because her head is still overworking. Her voice is tired when she speaks.]

You know how you asked me to let you know when I'm upset with you? This is me letting you know I'm upset with you.

[He'd been about to ask her if she was lying on something, her fidgeting noticeable enough the he kept waiting for her to settle. Then she spoke and he stilled, the wing around her lifting up as he looked curiously down at her.]

You are? Would... do you not want me to do this?

[He was, of course, confused.]

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