Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
Ah, well, everyone had their own opinion, didn't they? As long as there wasn't trouble, he was permitted his beliefs, and she would hold to hers. Not that any of it mattered, as they were, neither of them, ruling anything at present, were they? They were here, in this diner, and the people around them all lived tiny little lives and were filled with a desperation to continue surviving after. One could hardly blame them. A mortal lifetime was so very finite, and Nel could hardly imagine it. But then she could think this entire town dead, and so it would be. The humans among them would perish in an instant. Now, would they go to her new friend here? Possibly. Who knew? And it was all rather dull to think on. Nel liked worship from living bones, and she'd no inclination for adoration from the dead.
She was back into her jacket now, and she gave the waitress a smile that promised a later visitation, and she felt him reaching for her wrist before he touched her—she allowed it. She watched as he pressed his lips to her skin, and she chuckled a soft, yet masculine-tinged laugh as she withdrew her arm from his grip. "I'm glad we're of the same mind," she said graciously. Her gaze flicked from him, to the waitress, to him again. "Do enjoy yourself once I've gone."
She took a step back, forward facing, and she turned her back on him then, after a small something of a bow. Her work here was done, and she'd rather developed an appetite for something other than pie.