dadbeatdad | Seasons - Lucifer's Voicemail

I am indeed. Name the bar and I'll see you there.

[Wukong sends the bar name and address. Lucifer will find him already inside, just buying bottles off the shelf wholesale.

He wasn't joking about cleaning a bar out.]

[Lucifer portals in and realizes quickly the monkey's mood is soured. He doesn't joke as he joins him in gathering up the bottles. Doubles of himself join in too before he opens a portal back to Wukong's castle.]

Shall we go?

Depends, did I miss any of your favorites?

[Even if the cheerfulness is a bit forced, Wukong being glad he's here is a hundred and ten percent genuine.]

Well this one.

[Lucifer pays for this part and buys out the champagne. Then opens the portal.]

Let's go get wasted.

Heh, guess I missed that one.

[Arms loaded, he hops through the portal and vaults over the couch to set the drinks out. He's already set out glasses and has an ice chest set up.]

I've been waiting for days for this!

[Lucifer follows. His doubles set to getting the ones that need chilling in the ice chest. Lucifer sits on the couch with Wukong.]

Days huh? Oh my. I'm guessing MK is out or we wouldn't be doing this.

Yeah, the kid's finally feeling safe enough to start staying other places. He'll check in of course, especially since he can't touch anyone else.

Buuut I'm glad he's at least that okay.

[He offers a glass.]

[He takes the glass but his mind goes into a nightmare scenario. Charlie being so scared and so hurt she couldn't touch anyone? That would destroy him. And he would make whoever did that to her suffer. Things were making more sense now.]

It's good he's recovering. Especially from that. Since...touching is needed here. Like required. He has you to get it.

Let's start drinking. [He's going to open some strong booze to start and pour for them both. Then snap and summon some peaches, bread, and apples. Because they might as well eat too.]

[Wukong does notice the sudden shift in Lucifer's mood and gently nudges him with a shoulder as he fills their glasses.

Just letting him know that he's here in solidarity. It doesn't take a genius to guess what he'd been thinking of.]

To getting completely wasted, hangovers be damned?

[Lucifer looks at Wukong. He smiles and nudges back.]

Hangovers be damned straight to hell!

[He clinks glasses with Wukong and downs the booze.]

[Wukong does the same before going for another. A talk is coming, but he almost doesn't want to be aware when it does. Almost.

The sign he's ready to talk appears when he opens the peach wine he bought five bottles of and takes a swig straight from the bottle.]

Burned it down again, by the way.

[Lucifer drinks as many bottles, keeping up. He has his own bottom of champagne and drinks directly from it.]

How bad did it burn? Spill the uh...drinks or whatever the kids say.

He thinks none of before means anything. Told me I don't have to keep humoring him. I reigned in my temper, waited three whole days, took him tea brewed perfectly for his overheated ass so he'd have something soothing...fucking died for MK AND him...

[He takes another drink.]

But because I was trying to tell him that he needs to stop making the choices on his own, to stop sacrificing himself, and that now almost no one can use one of the things that works most on MK...I clearly don't care about him.

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[This explains the feelings coming off Wukong now. Very clearly.]

Your sworn nephew believes you don't care about him. That must be difficult. And...may I ask, do you think he cares about you?

I don't know. Every time I even slightly consider it, something like this happens. He made this big deal about how his ideal future includes me having a place there and being happy, but if it's this easy for him to just decide I don't...what am I supposed to think?

Hmm. The fact he wants you in his life, in his ideal future, means he cares about you. But perhaps that care, that love, is surrounded by something else that keeps it from coming out. Keeping it small. Afraid.

You know how that feels, don't you? Wanting someone to care for you but the fear of reprisal keeps it small until that fear is quelled?

I didn't used to until after Macaque...after MK...and especially after I got here.

But no matter what, it seems to be that I did it wrong. I didn't do or say the right thing. I'm the one who fucks it up every time.

Allow me to, well, play my own advocate here.

Even with your Master when you first met? He put the circlet on you. Used it to hurt you. You were charged with protecting someone you didn't know. And you protect those you care about. Yet with him, you had to protect before you cared. Was there not, even a small part of you, that was scared to open up to him when the journey started?

It wasn't something I really thought about back then. Opening up wasn't much of a thought because I just wanted to finish and get home.

So...I dunno if I can answer that honestly. Maybe after the first time he used it a bunch.

So you didn't think about it but you followed your feelings. The want to get free. Go home.

What I'm getting at is, if you could think to that. That time and those feelings. After Macaque, and Mk.

Perhaps, just maybe, Red Son feels something similar with you. Since clearly you both have the same thoughts about one another. [He drinks more champagne.]

Maybe, but it's not like it's just Red Son.

Keep going. Who else?

...how would you feel if someone was so doubtful that they had to ask if you love them. That they didn't before because they were afraid of rejection...that...they were so in that mindset they need you to spell out for them that they can come to you for support...

[He stares at the bottle in his hands.]

...and you only find out something is wrong because his other mate already knows.

I would probably feel extremely shitty and like a loser. Which is how you're feeling right now.

[Lucifer takes another long drink.]

Love...is a language with many d-dialects. Every person has their own. Some overlap. Some are alien to one another. Some display love through actions. Others, gifts. Some, physical intimacy. And some with words. Words hold as much meaning as actions for some. Sometimes more. Where the opposite can be true for others.

Words aren't always cheap. Actions can lie. If you love someone, it isn't just about speaking your own love language. It's speaking theirs. But both loves should try to teach the other their love language.

Communication is a bitch and a half, I'll tell you that right now. But it's worth all the effort and all the pain.

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