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The Low Hanging Fruit [for ontheair/thelittleapple]

continuation from this bakerstreet meme

[ And Alastor lands on the thing that Lucifer has wanted to do, again and again. It feeds into his beliefs, the endless shadows and demons that speak whispers into his thoughts, the plague of Humanity's evils that his fellow angels had cursed him to always know.

But then his daughter had held out her hand, telling him her lofty dream, golden and bright, and asked him to believe in it. All he wants is to support her, to make the only thing he ever made that he could be proud of shine as brightly as she can. It just... doesn't stop the reality of his life. ]

Leaving would hurt her more. Being here brings my name to the hotel. [ For all that he's certain he doesn't quite live up to said name, he does as well as he can. More so, it's not really the truth.

He's scared they'll come for her. With Adam's attempt on Charlie's life, the Accord he set with Heaven is broken- the Hellborn are no longer safe.

Nothing, not even himself, will stop him from defending her. She is worth everything to him. More than anything. ]

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[Interesting.

Alastor doesn't know about the deal regarding Hellborn, but there is something in the phrasing of that which speaks to the possible hurt not being entirely emotional. After all, Lucifer's name in the hotel is mostly good for deterring threats rather than adding credence to the project. Does he believe someone will hurt Charlie if he leaves?

Alastor would flatter himself that it's him that Lucifer wants to keep an eye on, but he knows that's not true or he never would have left again after their first time meeting.]

Then stay in your room.

[Lightly said, as if he's grounding the king of hell.]

It's the constant back and forth that's distracting, and we simply cannot have that now. It's imperative, for the future of the hotel, that Charlie remain focused in the aftermath of the failed extermination. Your unsteady presence threatens that.

[ Long, dark fingers curl into the pillow the devil still hasn't picked his head up out of, his chest rising and falling in a visible sigh. Even if he despised the demon who is likely laying on his bed, his depressed mind thinks that what Alastor is saying is probably true.

The last thing he wants to do is hurt Charlie's efforts and certainly, the upgraded hotel and her defense of hell would win her more sinners to fill the hotel. Given how little he's seen, people could, and would, assume he is somewhere about or would be at any given time.

Protection.

Lucifer is still, for all his years and power, a brat. A thing he proves by snapping out his wings and PLOP- several of them land on the arse laying on his bed without permission. ]

...I'll do what's right for Charlie.

[A shame that Lucifer has his face in the pillows, letting poison seep into his mind without the context of the smile to go with it. Sharp and unpleasant, all jagged edges and malicious enjoyment of the suffering in front of him.

Alastor has always found entertainment in those souls foolish enough to let their bruised hearts on display, but that his words are finding barbs in the soft heart of his sovereign is a delicious treat he will be feasting on long after their conversation is actually done.

It puts him in a good enough mood that he doesn't react to the sudden feathers to the face beyond a small displeased crackle of static, though he is quick to push the wings off him and get to his feet once more.]

I suppose there's always a first time for everything.

[A chipper implication that Lucifer has never done what's right for Charlie before now.]

I shall tell Charlie that she may visit you here if she has need of you for anything.

[He will not. He will do everything in his power to manipulate the younger Morningstar into believing her father was too busy for her and she ought to leave him be. She ought to let him be the sole guiding voice on her shoulder.]

[ Lucifer's poison, the slow, endless drip of it that has been crippling the once brilliant angel, only gets a healthy squeeze of the black, ugly sac by Alastor's hands and adds a flood into his system. This is why he stayed away from her passion project - because he had believed it to be utterly fruitless as much as he hadn't wanted to drag it down with him. ]

Fuck off, deer. Just- leave. You've said your piece. [ About halfway through his words, Lucifer's head comes up just enough to have glowing eyes above the surface of the pillow, glaring at Alastor as he folds ragged wings back behind him. ]

[Alastor takes note of the condition of those wings, disgraceful and definitely not befitting of royalty. But now isn't the point to needle further, it would only undermine what he's achieved today, it's merely something he tucks away for possible future use.]

Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.

[He sketches a very mocking bow, a subject stood before his fallen king, and then allows the shadows to take him.

The next few days are spent manipulating the other Morningstar, with pointed comments and seemingly off-hand remarks. Convincing her that the ruler of Hell was busy, and adding to his burden in any way would only drive him off for good. Insinuating that he doesn't want to be bothered by her.

It's a good day in Hell today.]

[It hurts more than she thought it would when he disappears again.

It's an old pain by now, a loss of both of her parents to their own lives and "important matters". She pretends it doesn't get to her, that both of them have things that supersede her so completely that she can be so easily forgotten. An old memory of her father's workshop doors closing behind him as her mother carries her out, the literally hundreds of times she's heard the voicemail beep of her mother's phone in the last seven years without ever being answered once. So many lonely years spent with her only contact being every few months when her Dad needed her to do something.

It's not... she had to believe that it doesn't matter, that their work really was important. After all, she had the hotel, didn't she? She knew how encompassing a vision could be, so... so if she was patient, both of them would come back to her in time, she would be remembered again.

And then, against the odds, it happened. Her Dad came back to her, his smile full of affection and his eyes soft. She got to feel the warmth of a parent's arms around her again. She didn't even blame him when he went back to the palace after their initial meeting, he had promised to support her dreams and she trusted that. A trust that was upheld when he saved her, when he caught her. Her heart had been full to overflowing when he agreed to stay, and all former hurt was forgotten (or, at least, pushed away).

Then the absences started again.

He was there, in her hotel, but he wasn't there. Not really. He would disappear for a few days at a time, covered in a shroud of malaise and anxiety that she had no idea what to do about. Any gentle questioning about what was bothering him always ended in a deflection. Perhaps he was trying to protect her from whatever this was, or maybe he didn't think a father should lean on a daughter, but-- she ached for him to let her in and trust her to help carry the burden. She was always there to offer, to greet him back with a bright smile and cheery welcome when he reappeared, and she would pretend that every time he isolated himself that it didn't send the fear of abandonment skittering across her soul.

It was like her worst fears had been confirmed when this absence stretched from days to weeks. Even worse when Alastor casually mentioned he had spoken to Lucifer and confirmed that he was busy. His Dad would talk to Alastor, someone he seemingly hated, but not Charlie herself? And then the little barbs kept coming, just innocent enough for her to not quite pick up on them being deliberate or malicious. Mentions of the burdens Charlie placed on Lucifer by expecting his help, sly digs that Charlie was only using him for his name and status, repeated assurances that he didn't want to be disturbed.

And she tries to accept that.

If he needs not to be disturbed, then... she can be strong alone again.

As one month turns to two, Charlie finds herself going to stand outside his door in the dead of night sometimes, when Vaggie was asleep and she no longer had to wear a smile and push forwards with all the hotel needs. She never knocks, never calls out, just... stands until the heavy weight of silence is too much for her and she retreats again.

It's been a little over nine weeks when Charlie has just... the worst day she's had in a long time. She has a deep healing cut across her cheek, under one eye, that Vaggie had fussed over earlier, and all she wants is for her Dad to give her a hug and tell her it'll be okay. She wants him to tell her why he isn't okay. She wants them to work through these things as a family, but apparently that isn't going to happen.

Standing outside his door again late at night, this time she finds instead of the silence wearing on her until she slinks away again, instead it winds her further and further up into a ball of frustration and hurt and anger and concern, until she's almost showing her horns. Finally it bursts forth, and she hammers on his door, voice cracking.]

Dad! Why won't you talk to me?!

Edited 2024-03-17 22:30 (UTC)

♫ I wish I could rewind our time
to when I first held you and called you mine
I could see within that spark divine
and I knew you would break that path defined

All I want is for you to be free
Even if the one at your side is not me
There's a darkness I carry by decree
That threatens your reality... ♫

[ Time becomes relative to one's existence, and when there is nothing but a vague passage of night and day, it becomes meaningless. The poison Alastor had poured into his ear had done its task, aided by the rot already settled inside of him, had left him in a state infinitely worse than when Charlie had called him out of the blue those many months ago.

None of it was helped by the fires he had to keep putting out, ones that Charlie nor Alastor had any idea about. With Exterminations in question, with the Accord broken... he feared what would happen and come from the other Rings. They were questioning what would happen and he just- doesn't know. Nothing like this had ever happened before!

Would Heaven see them as a threat, like they had all those centuries ago when the first Extermination began? It leaves Lucifer struggling with text messages from his fellow Sins - some demanding answers, some demanding action, some clearly concerned for their people - when he has nothing to give them. It is haunting him, bringing old memories into dreams that leave him lying in bed in rigid terror, staring up at the dark ceiling as the ancient pain of angelic power stabbing through him returns to him as crystal clear as the moments before his fall. ]

...Charlie? [ The hammering on the royal apartment within the palace instantly drives him up out of the nest of pillows and blankets on his bed, one large enough and then some to have once held someone far larger than just his petite form, but it's Charlie's voice that sends him into a panic. Charlie will possibly hear the chaotic sounds of her father scrambling, falling, scrambling again, getting something on that isn't just his favorite over-worn pair of pajama pants-

and then the door is thrown open, wide golden eyes staring at his daughter. ]

Charlie? ...Why- why are you here? [ Confusion, honest confusion, before he blinks and jerks back, coughing. ] C-Come in! I- I know it's been a while-

[ A very long time indeed since she had come not just to the royal apartment... but this place where her parents had made their home for so long. ]

[When she had barged into his room in the hotel and found him gone, left, it... was no longer possible for her to hold back at that point. Even if the palace is somewhere she has avoided for a long time, its hallways holding nothing but the echo of pain to her now.

The look on his face, accompanied by the anxious tired look in his eyes, brings words to her lips before she can truly think them through. A gift of her mother's to hell, her songs that helped them all speak when traditional words ran dry.]

♫ No matter what, time moves on
and there's no getting back what's already gone.
So why is it that you're withdrawn
when we should be moving to a brand new dawn?

I'm sick of you using important business
as an excuse to cover up your sickness.
Do you really think that I can't witness
this distance between us, this pain, this stillness.

I'm not a baby anymore, I'm a woman grown!
You don't need to hide on your solitary throne
pretending you're not hurt down to the bone!♫

[And then her voice softens, trembling and sad.]

♫ Please... don't leave me... all alone.
Again.♫

[Her voice cracks completely on the last word, and tears spill despite her best efforts to keep them back. She rubs the heel of her hand over her face to dash them away, smearing blood and tears together where the cut on her face had opened again with the action.

Song done, music over, the silence that falls is deafening.]

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[ Father and daughter stand there in the silence, Lucifer's fingers clasped around the doorknob, only the faint echo of music drifting to die in the pregnant pause.

There is the instant reaction to seeing the crimson smeared across his daughter's face is concern edged in panic, the need to reach up and heal any hurt she has, followed by the darker sensation of anger and protectiveness that comes with his existence as well as being a father - WHO HURT HER? - but both of those pale to the flood of guilt that courses through him in the wake of her tears.

The idea of him being the one to hurt Charlie hurts more than anything. ]

...Charlie... [ His hand finally reaches up to touch her face, as gentle as if she is still the newborn in his arms. ] I... I'm sorry... [ The words come, and they do come truthfully, but they can't explain any of it. All the pain inside that comes from long before Charlie had even been a dream, a family and a past she only knew the story of but not the truth. Not... all of it. ]

[For just a moment she leans into his touch, eyes closing; the part of her that's still a hurt child wanting her parents to love her wants to stay there, accept his apology, and give him a hug. It would be easy to do, but it wouldn't help. Not really. It wouldn't dig to the root of whatever this is, it wouldn't stop the cycle repeating.]

No, Dad.

[The refusal is soft as she takes a half step back, eyes lowering to the ground and arms wrapped around herself.]

I don't want you to apologise, I want-- I want you to let me in.

[ His hand falls away limp at his side as Charlie pulls away from him, unable to hide the agony her action causes him like a wound through the chest. It shows in the gape of his mouth, the sorrow in the faintest lines that edge around his eyes that widen then fall nearly closed.

He looks away, then whispers quietly- ] Come in. [ Stepping back away, other hand falling from the door as he turns back in to his grief cave. All at once, letting her in physically but in part, emotionally. The malaise is thick in the air already, but it's nearly a literal darkness around the fallen angel as he goes and sits down on one of the couches in the large sitting room that connects back into the bedroom.

Everything within had been scaled to fit Lilith's needs over his own, which only makes him seem that much smaller as he tucks his hands into his lap and stares down at them. It's very clear that no one other than himself has been there in all those years - this room isn't as bad as the others, but it's enough to see that he hasn't let any previous member of staff come and clean, only his own haphazard methods that generally gave up on keeping things tidy long ago. Thankfully it isn't a foul cesspit, just... messy. Dusty. Lonely. ]

[She doesn't want to hurt him any more than he wants to hurt her, and the look in his eyes when she steps back makes her feel like she's been punched in the chest by someone much stronger than Adam had been.

But she doesn't take her words back.

The room looks smaller than she remembers, despite it being sized for her mother's proportions, perhaps because of how much she's grown since she last saw them. Everywhere is evidence of the darkness inside her father, the sorrow that she's always felt at his jagged edges but never fully understood.

Instead of sitting beside him, she kneels on the floor at his feet so she can look up into his face, stretching her hands out to cover his own tenderly.]

I want to understand.

[It's hard to be this openly vulnerable, she usually covers her own emotional issues with helping others, but to help in this case-- well, she may need to be more open than usual.]

I love you so much, Dad. I'm not... angry you need time for yourself, but this-- I'm not stupid, I can tell you're hurt, and I want you to talk to me and let me help you. Isn't that what family is supposed to do?

[ He's modified much of it over the years, none of it consciously. The chairs and couches have pillows or blankets that make them less deep, tables that rest against other tables one shorter, one taller. The little details of someone who existed, even if some might not call it living.

When Charlie sits at his feet, it brings to life a toddler, reaching up to touch his hands with eyes of wonder, but in the next blink he sees his adult daughter, her eyes full of pain and love instead. It's harder than he could dream to meet those eyes, knowing it isn't her needing his help but asking to give hers instead. He's supposed to be her father, strong and sure, capable of handling his own problems and past- but he's never successfully reconciled that with before.

Leading to this. ]

You know I love you, always. [ There is that tone on 'always', one that nearly makes it a question - and you know that, right? ] I... I just didn't... [ He breathes out, finally looking away again as he can't look at her open pain. ]

I know... what I'm like. I can be someone else, whatever I need to be, but like a bit of transformation... it doesn't change reality. [ His one hand comes up to touch at the center of his chest, then lightly balls into a fist. ] There's not always a way to fix things, Charlie.

[She spent a lot of her life quite naïve and sheltered, she still is in some ways, but her experiences with the hotel have taught her a few valuable life lessons. One is that sometimes even the most desperate want to make things better doesn't mean anything, and meddling can make things worse. She'll never not feel bad about Angel Dust, the memory of his black eye and the way Valentino threw him towards the bed after she interfered sometimes appearing in her dreams.

It doesn't stop her from wanting to passionately declare that he's wrong and she'll find a way to fix it if it's the last thing she does. Instead, she worries her lip for a few long moments, trying to find the right words.]

Do you... do you think I need you to be "fixed" to want you around?

[The question is soft. There's no accusation, her anger has faded completely now, there's only curiosity and concern. She wants to understand.]

To want me around? ...No. But you want that someone to be around. People- they expect things. Even if they don't realize it, unconsciously, they expect things out of- [ he tosses up a hand, flicking his palm about as he rolls his eyes- ] Hell's King, it's Ruler, the head honcho himself!

[ His hand falls back down to his lap, his gaze briefly looking towards Charlie before away again. It's more than he's told anyone in... well, ever, really. Lilith had always just sort of known it of him, sometimes to her disappoint, he knows. (A fact he has run through his mind again and again in repeating loops.) ]

What you need to be successful with the hotel just... might not be want you want, not if it's a distraction.

[She opens her mouth to protest that she doesn't expect anything of him, not as Hell's ruler, but... isn't that why she had originally called him? To ask him to use his clout as King to get her a meeting? She feels her stomach twist guiltily, struggling to find the right words.

In the end, she settles for shuffling forwards on her knees so she can lean against his legs, offering her warmth and the weight of her affection physically.]

Dad, I--

[She frowns, wishing Vaggie were here, she's always better at cutting to the heart of things and making sense of what Charlie is trying to say.]

I don't care if you never lift a finger at the hotel again, it's... you're not a distraction, you could never be a distraction. You're my Dad, I love you, and... and that means I don't just want you with me when you can offer something or you're in a good place, it means I want to be there for you when you're not too. I want to listen when you're sad, and help when the burden gets too heavy to carry alone. I want to help you put it down and rest, and be there until you're ready to pick it up again.

[She's rambling, isn't she? Damn it.

There's the tiniest of pauses, and then the softest of musical refrains, just a tiny reprise from the heart.]

🎵More than anything
More than anything
I'm grateful you're my father more than anything🎵

[ How can a heart feel like it's breaking at the same time it feels fuller than it can remember in so long?

Lucifer doesn't have words at first, listening in silence to her proclamation, but it's the softness of her song that pulls his hands forward to gently cradle the back of her head, to bend over and tuck their heads together. ]

I want you to be happy. [ A soft whisper into that space between them. ] That's all I've ever wanted for you. ...There's just so much... so much you don't know. That you shouldn't- shouldn't have to know. Life should be so much simpler for you- than it... became for me.

[ There had been a time when it was simple. When he was simple, too. ...Then he had dared to ask why, and that had been all it took to ruin everything.

And now, here is Charlie... asking Heaven why all over again. Like father, like daughter. ]

[This is the first time she can remember, even though she outgrew him so long ago, where she's really felt as if her Dad is smaller than her. It aches, his words both comforting and painful.]

Happiness isn't simple.

[She saw evidence of that all around her all of the time now. The happiness hard fought for by Angel Dust by letting his guard down, the joy of holding Vaggie while they slept after a day of hardships. And even in Heaven, Sera trying to protect Emily through ignorance.

There's so much that you don't know.

A sentiment echoed now by her Dad; and just like Emily, she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to be protected in a way that hurts those around her.]

And life-- life isn't always going to be happy or simple, but it shouldn't be. Because that's not real. You're right, there's a lot I don't know or understand, but I hope you'll start to tell me and teach me. [She pulls back from where their foreheads were touching, eyes bright with fervent determination.] I can't promise it won't be hard, or that we both might not get upset, or even that things might get worse instead of better sometimes... but I will promise you that despite all of that, I'll be happier fighting these things with you, than I ever would be alone.

[Please, just... don't leave her behind again.]

Edited (realised i missed a word, sorry for the late edit) 2024-03-21 12:49 (UTC)

You... really want that? [ His precious Charlie. She is so strong, stronger than he could have ever imagined or dared to hope, and it fills a part of him with something difficult to name. A cup that had been empty, but Charlie gives of herself to make sure it isn't. It's what happens when she's given so much of herself that she no longer has anymore to give that he fears so much. ]

You have such a beautiful way of looking at life, one... we don't find down here. It reminds me so m- ... you make people believe, even when there's no hope. You bring out the good in people.

[ Lucifer pulls his head back enough that he can properly look her in the eyes, his own trying to show he means what he says, every word of it, no matter his current mental state or mood. ]

I believe in your dream, Charlie. I do, ever since you and your friends showed me I was wrong. I... I wanted, want, you to understand that... it's not all sunshine and rainbows up there. You have this hope of redemption that's so set on Heaven and it's- that doesn't mean it's a good place.

...I don't want your dream to shatter knowing that, either.

[Believe her, even in her short dealings with Heaven, she could hardly be unaware that it has problems too. But... it's safe. Safe for souls, anyway. Those that get redeemed will be able to live in comfort and peace, not having to fear being wiped out for the mere crime of existing in the wrong afterlife.]

It's something to strive for, for the people that come to the hotel. Heaven is... it's a place they can go and be looked after, not have to make deals with their souls or worry about being slaughtered every six months. And even if it takes a long time to get there, working towards it can help make here a better place.

[Her hotel has already given them all a family and sense of comraderie, it's created happiness where there had been hopelessness. So maybe redemption doesn't just mean going to Heaven, it can mean improving Hell as well.]

I know you're worried about me, Dad, but nothing is going to stop me seeing this through. I learned how to dream from you... so if I bring out the good in anyone, it's because you brought it out in me first.

You've always been good, Charlie! From the moment you were born, I held you in my arms, I knew you were a good in this world. In- In my world. My little dreamer.

[ While his smile may be sad at its edges, there is still a smile. Taking a slow breath in, Lucifer finally sits back into the couch and rubs at his own temple thoughtfully, debating. ]

If you're sure you want me there, Charlie- and you're sure it won't wear on you when I can't be... actively involved- [ A delicate way to put it, even though there is still a thread of shame tinging those words. ] I'll return. We can... perhaps we can come up with a system, texting- so you can let me know when you really need me?

[She hopes he's right and that she is a force for good in this world, she wants nothing more than to help Hell become more than what most people think it has to be. There's a lot of potential, no Sinner is all evil, and they just need the better parts of themselves to be encouraged to flourish.]

Of course I want you there, Dad. I'd want you there even if you were never actively involved in the hotel.

[Shifting to sit beside him on the couch, she leans to rest her head on his shoulder affectionately.]

If you think texting will work, we can do that, but not just when I need you. Promise me you'll use it when you need me too-- when you're feeling like you need to retreat for a while, let me in so the darkness doesn't swallow you. We can watch movies together, or eat ice cream, or just sit in our pyjamas if that's what you need... I just don't want you to suffer alone. I don't want either of us to struggle alone again.

[A moment's pause, before she realises that might sound like she's putting more pressure on him again.]

Of course, if you need a-- a break from me too, that's... I understand, and I-- But if you do? Will you tell me yourself, I promise I won't get mad, just don't send a message through someone else again.

[That had hurt, being told second-hand by Alastor that Lucifer hadn't wanted to see her. She still doesn't see it for the manipulative lie that it was, working on both of them to separate them so he has the reins.]

[ In that, Lucifer still disagrees with his daughter. There are some sinners... there is no saving them. He's spent ten thousand years and then some learning how disgusting the depravity of humanity can be. What has changed is that now, he believes there maybe some worth trying to save. That there's something in them that can be encouraged to be better.

Some of them however, he knows, there's nothing but darkness. ]

I can promise to try, sweetie. I'd promise for certain but... I don't want to break another promise to you when I don't know how well I can keep it. But- I can try. ...If that's enough.

[ But what she says last leaves Lucifer confused, his brows pinching together. ]

Wait- what do you mean 'send a message through someone else'?

[She wants to tell him that as long as he's trying, anything he does will be good enough, and they'll work it out together. But his confusion cuts her off at the knees and brings a mirroring frown to her own brow in return.]

Alastor said you didn't want to be disturbed or see anyone... even-- even me.

[She bites her lip for a second, before rushing on in case he thinks that she's angry at him for it.]

And that's okay! Really! I tried to give you space, but I just-- today was--

[--hard. Today SUCKED and she just wanted her Dad to not be absent. She touches the cut on her cheek absently as she tails off, before forcing a little smile.]

Sorry I burst in on you.

I- he what now?

[ Realization starts to come into Lucifer's eyes, then it rapidly begins to turn over into a growing anger as his fingers clench tightly against one another. ]

That is not what I said to him-!

[ Wait. Wait! She's hurt! The anger- for a moment- disappates as he brings up his fingers and gently cradles her cheek. ] Charlie, what happened? Who hurt you?

[ Said with the same energy as 'who do I have to murder?' A bit of golden light blooms at his fingertips, caressing across the cut. A matching hint of light appears on his own cheek in the same shape as the wound, but as he focuses her own disappears before his does as well. ]

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I had to go back and watch ep 8 to see if we see what color Charlie's blood is. XD

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Quick tag from the con! <3

huhu <3

Re: huhu <3

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