The Low Hanging Fruit [for ontheair/thelittleapple]

[thisducks]

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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[thelittleapple]

[Oh, thank goodness! Charlie just about drops her phone over the side of the roof of the hotel in relief, scrambling to text back.]

Noooooo! Why would I still be on the roof? I'm SO GLAD it all went okay.

[Phew. Beaming she turns to go back inside and... hm. Well.]

Funny story! Maybe I am on the roof, and I forgot to prop open the door properly to come back in, would you mind?

[thisducks]

...Charlie...

[ Lucifer laughs a little despite the heaviness of what happened in Alastor's room, looking vaguely upwards as he feels for where Charlie might be. His portal isn't perfectly before her, but it's close enough that the golden light gives it away as he steps back, looking amused. ]

Sweetie, you have the hotel key.

[thelittleapple]

...oh. Right. Of course!

[Oops. She looks a bit ashamed as she steps through the portal, huffing a small laugh and rubbing the back of her head. It's just her mind had been too full of possible Dad and Alastor confrontations to think of anything like keys (or KeeKees).]

Thanks, Dad.

[Eyes just raking him up and down to make sur he's not a mess of either angel or demon blood. And then a question in a faux casual tone, as if he hasn't already answered this via text.]

So, um, how did it go with Alastor?

[thisducks]

[ He looks just fine! Tired, but then again, he always looks tired doesn't he? No blood, not even a bit of ripped clothing. ]

Oh, it went just fine, Charlie! In fact, when I left, I think Alastor was feeling a bit sheepish about the whole thing. Not that you have to fawn over him or anything. I doubt he'll do anything of the sort again. So - problem solved.

[ Complete with an easy grin... entirely because he knows and loves his own terrible puns. ]

[thelittleapple]

[She doesn't get the puns (except perhaps the fawn one given Alastor's obvious deer features), because she doesn't know what he's done to Alastor. She would be horrified if she did... telling the truth needs to be done voluntarily from the heart, not forced, or it means nothing.

Still, he looks unhurt and even more chipper than he had before, so she'll accept that it really did go okay and lean in to give him a tight hug.]

I'm so glad, but it's important that we don't just leave things here. You've had your conversation about the things that went wrong, now it's time to set them right so you can heal and bond.

[It's clear she believes in this 10000%, practically vibrating with determination and optimism.]

I've worked out a few exercises I think you and Alastor can try together while I was, um-- taking in the view.

[While she was fretting on the roof.]

[thisducks]

[ In his opinion, in this particular case, the wound needs to be bled of its poison before any kind of 'healing' can take place and he isn't afraid to be the one to lance it while he knows Charlie would hesitate. Not everything can be sunshine and rainbows; sometimes the truth of what lies inside of a person is something ugly and rotten.

Not that he's any exception to that rule.

However, he does raise a brow at his daughter and deadpans- ]

I'm not doing trust exercises with Alastor. He can heal, I can- return to the norm, and he can 'bond' with the other sinners here.

that face god

[thelittleapple]

Daaaaaad.

[She looks down at him with the world's biggest set of puppy eyes, hands clasped in front of her chest.]

Could you please just try? I've made some special ones that you can work through just the two of you, so you don't have to do it in public, and-- it would mean so much to me if you could try to get along.

he is so done - oh god I never noticed how big Charlie's eyes get there LOL

[thisducks]

[ ...Damn it, this is his greatest weaknesses being exploited at the same time - his daughter AND cute things! He knows there's no way any sort of 'trust exercise' between himself and Alastor will work out, but ugh, if it'll make her happy... ]

I... alright. Alright. For you. I can't promise anything, though.

[ His expression softens to a smile, reaching out to pat her head. ] If you can convince Alastor.

[thelittleapple]

Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you!

[Charlie cannot help but throw her arms around her Dad tightly, she knew she would be able to rely on him for this. And she's so sure that if they just spend some time together, then the two of them will be better friends.]

You're the best, Dad, thank you so much.

[She's practically vibrating with ideas.]

I'll go and talk to Alastor right now so that the two of you can get started as soon as tomorrow!

[thisducks]

[ Her hugs do help, even if maybe less so with the guilt in his chest that he is somewhat lying to her. Maybe he can make it up by actually trying these silly exercises with-- OH- ]

You uh, might want to let him finish eating first, sweetie! Come back in a bit so he can finish in peace and then you can launch these... ideas?

[thelittleapple]

[That definitely dampens her enthusiasm, because she can only think of one reason why her Dad wouldn't want her to disturb Alastor while he's eating, and it makes her expression fall into something a bit nauseous.]

He's not eating... something gross, is he?

[She can't quite bring herself to ask if he's got Sinner meat on his plate again, even though Vaggie had yelled at him never to do that again.]

[thisducks]

...Well, I didn't want to stick around to watch him eat it.

[ Half-truth! Lying to his daughter feels uncomfortable, but at least it'll give Alastor time to calm down and come to terms with the curse on him before she goes and riles him up ]

Give him an hour, I think.

[thelittleapple]

Right, copy that!

[She flashes him a thumbs up, half enthusiastic and half awkward.]

I have some props and things I need to make for the two of you anyway! Oh, this is the best! Once you and Alastor have done the exercises, you can report back on which ones worked best and which ones didn't, and then next time there's two people that hate... have... that have some tension, I'll know exactly what to do!

1/4

[thisducks]

Some what now?

[ Lucifer's face falls into something almost like horror for a second, trying to process what Charlie just said to him. ]

2/4

[thisducks]

[ Then goes into further horror realizing what his first thoughts were and how that is ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY not what Charlie could have meant WHY DID HE THINK THOSE FIRST- ]

3/4

[thisducks]

S-SURE!

4/4

[thisducks]

[ Too loud! He clears his throat and his expression but his smile is janky. ] Whatever you say! We'll do just that!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some- important business to see to so I can- er- take some time later to do your wonderful exercises!

[ And climb into a deeper, darker pit than the one he currently lives in called Hell! Super Hell! For idiots who think with the wrong brain for a second! ]

[thelittleapple]

[Thankfully for all involved, she has NO IDEA where her father's mind just went, and so she's just confused by the sudden weirdness between them. What was that expression of horror all about? Is he that worried about spending time alone with Alastor doing these exercises?

She'll have to impress on Alastor how important it is that they give these things a proper try, and how much she'd appreciate it if they both gave it their all.]

Oh... okay?

[WHAT IMPORTANT BUSINESS? HE LITERALLY JUST GOT BACK TO THE HOTEL!]

Maybe we can have breakfast together tomorrow?

[thisducks]

[ THE IMPORTANT BUSINESS OF FINDING A HOLE TO CRAWL IN, DEAR! ]

Oh- breakfast! Yeah! [ His eyes light up at the idea of spending some quality time with Charlie, even if it's a touch hard to look her in the eyes right now. ]

What time? I'll set an alarm!

[ An alarm he doubts he'll need, given recent insomnia, but he WILL make it on time! ]

[thelittleapple]

[She checks her watch and-- good grief when did it get to be nearly two in the morning? Suppose they've had a long night, what with some deeply emotional talks, and then her Dad having a late night argument with Alastor, and now this.]

Um, is eight too early for you?

[She knows that's only six hours from now, but she can't exactly push breakfast much later and still be on time for morning group sessions.]

[thisducks]

[ Whips out his cell phone - or he'll forget to set the alarm all together - and dismissing his cane, goes about setting an alarm for- well fifteen minutes should be fine! Just breakfast, after all! ]

And done! I'll meet you in the kitchen at eight. [ Maybe he can even sneak in a little power nap in those hours! Maybe. All too likely, that entire conversation with Alastor will reply again and again, over analyzed and turned into a weapon against himself. ]

Go get some sleep, please? [ He has to give her a little tug down to kiss her forehead, like he would when she was a toddler. ] Good night.

[thelittleapple]

[The kiss to her forehead makes her expression soften all the way, and she gives him a return kiss on the cheek before letting him head to his room. For sleep. Right, Dad? Right?

Charlie doesn't sleep, she has too much to do.

She waits the requisite hour and then goes looking for Alastor, and has a very confusing conversation with him where he seems to be picking his words excessively carefully. He's even more evasive than he usually is, and that's saying something. But she manages to pin him down to agreeing to partake in the exercises by appealing to his need to outdo her Dad (if they're going to have this stupid rivalry, she'll use it to her advantage).

Then it's prep time!

By the time eight rolls around, she has a big box full of props and instructions, and she's looking a little wild eyed from exhaustion. But she's in the kitchen as promised, checking her watch every few seconds.

He's going to come, right? Ha... silly, of course he'll come, he wouldn't stand her up. Would he?]

[thisducks]

[ Heh, sleep, sure! ...Heh... no. Not in the slightest. Instead, he at least manages a shower and clean clothing, but time alone in his room does nothing good for his head. The alarm does prove useful though! He absolutely won't stand up his baby girl!

(In the mean while, Vaggie is less than happy because she darn well knows Charlie didn't sleep, and even though she knows why, when Charlie is in one of these obsessed modes, even her coaxing doesn't get through.)

So eight on the dot, he comes in through the door out into the kitchen, looking just fine and dandy so long as no one looks too close beneath his eyes. ]

Goooood morning, Charlie!

[ It's a front - it's always a front - but it's easier to be this than reality. ]

[thelittleapple]

[Charlie is a bit less put together. Her ponytail has some sticking out strands, her clothes are a bit rumpled, and she shares the same dark shadows under her eyes as her father.

But she also shares his wide smile.]

Dad!

[Hopefully she only sounds welcoming and not relieved, she doesn't want him to know she was concerned he wouldn't come.]

I thought we could go out for breakfast! I know it's been a... liiiiittle while for you... and there's a lot of great new places nearby."

[thisducks]

You- you want to go out for breakfast?

[ That completely throws him off his game, his face falling before he manages to catch it, looking uncertain about the idea. ]

I... don't know if that's a good idea... [ It always proves to be awkward to go out among the masses - people expect things of him, they start falling over one another to introduce themselves and bow and scrape, he has to act a certain way...

Nevermind that it makes him uncomfortable over all after years of not being around, well, anyone. ]