30 Days of Lucifer and Trixie - [Writing Prompt June 2019]

Day 03. Pegs

[Series Notes]
•This will be updated according to my timezone - AWST (GMT+8)
•Trixie is her canon age - about 10.
•Creator of this Writing Prompt List is Mia Botha and can be found on Pinterest.
•This Series will also be posted to my Ao3 for a broader audience (@HolyKingWasteLand)

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"Okay, look I know you don't like babysitting but-"

"Nonsense Detective! I would love to babysit the little hell-thing for you." His voice is strained, pain radiating through his wings. He want's to stop this phone call before the pain becomes too much. "I'll be over in ten." He exits out of the call without waiting for Chloe to reply and sighs.

Of course he does enjoy watching little Beatrice, but his wings have been bothering him for days now. He's not sure when the pain will finally subside but hopefully it won't get in the way of this visit.

Going down the elevator, he winces and closes his eyes, hoping to his father that this pain will go away soon.

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Lucifer arrives just as Chloe is leaving, and she gives him a grateful smile as she rushes out of their apartment complex. He bids her goodbye and as soon as he enters, Trixie runs into his legs screaming, "Lucifer!"

He laughs and pets her head softly until she lets go. "Yes, hello, spawn." He ushers her forward and she skips along happily to the table.

"Before mommy left she said I could do some painting, but I can't reach the box." She looks at Lucifer with puppy dog eyes. "Could you please get it for me?"

With a fond roll of his eyes, he concedes and goes to fetch the supplies.

When he returns, Trixie has a medium canvas laid out on the table and runs around getting water for her paint brushes. Lucifer puts the box down on the table and Trixie runs back into the room with two aprons and two crowns. A crown and a tiara, more accurately.

"Mom says I can't paint without one on." Trixie offers up, handing him the longer one. Begrudgingly, he puts the damned thing on.

"What about those?" He asks, pointing to the jewellery.

"These," She says, equipping the tiara and then places the crown on his head, "are for us royalty!"

She misses the awed smile on Lucifer's face as she begins painting.

She starts painting with blue, creating what Lucifer imagines to be a lake in the corner of the page. Then, she adds a waterfall to the top corner of the page going into the lake. He watches with fascination at this child's talent and takes a seat beside her to admire.

This goes on for a while until Trixie reaches over to the cup of paint water and accidentally tips it over. In the split seconds that it falls, Lucifer snatches up the painting- saving it from it's inevitable fate- and in the process gets paint water all over his clothes.

He yelps unhappily, and jumps away from the table. Trixie gasps and looks up at Lucifer with wide, horror-filled eyes.

A still moment passes by, the drip of paint water from the table onto the floor shakes him from his stupor.

"Right," He begins softly, "Beatrice, go fetch the mop, would you?" Not wanting to test Lucifer's patience, she quickly runs to go grab it. Lucifer puts the canvas down at the end of the table where it's safe, and grabs a cloth from the kitchen to wipe up the mess.

Once that's done, Trixie comes in with the mop and tentatively cleans it up.

The mess is clean, Trixie looks upset and Lucifer is exhausted. Pinching the bridge of his nose he says, "Okay, lets put these on to wash and... watch a movie or something."