#is pissed

Lucifer and his new ducklings (Charlie and Vaggie are not at the hotel, they're on vacation, Alastor was left "in charge" aaaaand this happened- Their names are.... Poppy and Lil Shit (Luci calls her Magnolia/Maggie) (guess which one Alastor named)

Some of us get defensive, some of us get loud, or completely freeze up, or run for safety, or suddenly collapse and can’t move, or become mute, or have extreme fawn reactions … and to the outside, it seems over the top.

Or maybe you think it’s not fair that we saw you as a threat because you got angry and yelled. Maybe you think it’s childish that we sprinted out of the house or scary that we kicked into “fight” mode.

We had to identify threats fast. We had to do what it took to survive. To protect our system and our physical body and mind.

And we can and should learn to react more proportionally. But our instincts aren’t ridiculous or made to victimize you. They made sense in the traumatic environment that created us. They’re the only reason we’re still here now.

He ended up being interrupted by yet another callout. This one with his big brother as both ‘birds were needed.

Scott, unfortunately, was as tired as Virgil and the combo hadn’t been great. One of their rare arguments had resulted in Scott storming off and doing something stupid which Virgil, of course, had to yank him out of.

Okay, so it wasn’t entirely his fault, but Virgil wasn’t feeling particularly forgiving today. Considering his brother had scared an entire bottle of hair dye out of his hair, did little to improve his disposition.

Several blessed moments of clinging to the man he couldn’t lose were followed by torching his ass with the resultant anger.

He was both satisfied and ashamed at the wide blue eyes that had just stared at him.

Damnit.