Let's Make a Deal

What's Broken Can Be Repaired

   After feeding the ducks for a good half an hour, Lucifer started to feel a bit better about everything that was happening. About the results that they got and the emotionally confusing conversation he had with Michael as well. He wanted to try and understand what was going on inside his twin's head but he wasn't certain he was ever going to. Far too much time had passed since they were together, far too many bridges burned. Both of them hurt each other and it would take a long time for that to heal.

   The little ducks definitely helped soothe him though and Lucifer happily fed them the oats that he had conjured for himself and Alastor. The Radio Demon looked quite bored though, more than likely putting up with this just to humor Lucifer if nothing else. He did appreciate that at the least though, the fact he would feed ducks with him just to make the King of Hell feel better. What a rather ridiculous thought that was too; feed ducks to please the devil.

   The comfortable silence they sat in, leaning against each other and throwing the oats into the water, was far more pleasing than he thought it would be. Though Alastor's unnaturally chilled body wasn't helping with the fact he was freezing up here, the presence of the demon alone was enough to ease him. They didn't need to talk to make things better, which was something Lucifer had been aware of for a while now. Sitting in silence with Alastor was just as good as listening to him, especially when it was accompanied with calming Jazz music or, like now, with the buzz of radio static.

   When he finally ran out of oats to feed the ducks, he had settled for simply leaning against Alastor and watching them. They still bobbed their heads into the water, chasing the remains of the food that might still linger, and swam close enough to the edge of where they were sitting that Lucifer could have reached out and touched them. He really did love ducks so much, wanted nothing more than to pick one up and hold them in his lap, but he had to admit that Alastor was right about something. The chaotic, almost disgusting and deranged edge that the ducks in Tombstone Park had–there was something endearing about them that he did miss.

   They weren't the holy, perfect and pure ones that he had first created, but he had made them even if it was unintentional and there was something charming about them. The way they gobbled the food up they were thrown, the way they ripped things apart and tried to eat their way through each other. The rather chaotic movements of them when they swam around the water. They weren't Heaven's ducks, or even Earth's ducks, but there was something about them he did love.

   It also could have simply been the fact that Alastor had gotten quite a bit of joy out of feeding them actually. Compared to here where he was doing it clearly to just entertain Lucifer. It was kind of him, but he liked the way that Alastor lit up when throwing the pieces of flesh into the water and watching the Hell ducks rip them apart like they couldn't get enough out of what they were eating.

   Heaven had its bright sides to it, literally the place was so bright it hurt, but there was something about being in Hell that he realized he missed. More than just his family too, even if that was certainly the largest part that was weighing on his heart. He felt now that he could go home and not long so hard for the things that weren't the same anymore. For that single view of the ducks he was chasing in his rubber duckies.

   Though Michael had told them to text him when they were finished feeding the ducks, he found he really didn't want to. The longer they sat there watching them, the more relaxed he was. To the point he was fairly certain he had actually started dozing off against Alastor. Long enough passes that he feels a nudge against his shoulder, attempting to direct the King in sitting up.

   "Sire, your brother returned."

   Humming softly at his side, Lucifer adjusted his head on Alastor's shoulder and turned to look over toward the side. He did indeed see Michael making his way back up the path, but he noticed too that the Archangel wasn't alone. That was enough to push him up from Alastor's shoulder and he stood from the place where they'd made themselves comfortable along the edge of the water. Turning to his partner he offered a hand down to the Radio Demon and tugged him up, taking his hand back the moment the other was standing properly at his side.