nifties | I've been wondering just what would peace be like ☮︎

I've been wondering just what would peace be like ☮︎

He knows he's supposed to pray if he needs to see Amenadiel, but John is anything but good at following orders. And it's in his nature - to pull at threads whether they were left unraveled for him intentionally or not. He's been pouring over research, reminded of when he first encountered Manny except he manages to find something more solid this time around. The most challenging part is keeping his word and not telling the Legends what he's up to. Old Constantine had no problem keeping them out of the loop, but it would seem they'd changed him even more than he's willing to admit.

Thankfully, Gideon isn't exactly a family member as fond as he'd surprisingly grown of the computer. He still is careful to have her track a one Lucifer Morningstar rather than the target of his probe himself. It seems safer that way and as he soon finds out, it isn't as if the Devil is a fan of subtlety. Once upon a time, he may have thought it was his mission to destroy Satan come to Earth, but apparently, Lucifer has been living in LA of all places for years without deforming the timeline once. Maybe he should be a Legend. John has to admit he's mighty curious about the Lord-of-Hell-turned-nightclub-owner-slash-crimefighter. It's just ridiculous enough to make a strange sort of sense.

By some miracle, he manages to filch a jumpship without anyone being the wiser and all he can do is hope he's making the right choice to ditch out and try to gain some intel on their mysterious kidnapper. That's how this whole an-exorcist-walks-into-the-devil's-bar thing is going at the moment and he does his best to lean on his usual confidence as he takes up a stool in the middle of Lux to get a good view of everyone in the place. He orders a whiskey to blend in better, though his iconic look does leave much to be desired in a place like this. If he'd been allowed, he probably would have sought Zari's expertise over wardrobe, but then he would have had no choice but to bring her along for the ride and he's not sure what kind of danger he's in - if any.

A distracted Lucifer breezes past him and it drops his jaw, to see the literal Devil fussing over guests and acting every bit the human part he's playing. Before he can do (or say) something stupid, Amenadiel strolls in with an infant strapped to his chest. That's somehow even more shocking than Lucifer's deal, but it immediately steals all of his attention for obvious reasons. John polishes off his drink and sets it down with a few crumpled bills before standing to track the pair down.

John blocks Amenadiel's path so that he can't be missed even in the crowd, unable to keep the smile off his face when Charlie laughs in delight. This is beyond surreal, but somehow the whole scene feels familiar, too, like something from a lifetime ago. He clucks his tongue once they come within earshot, portraying his former self though he has less than any idea what he's doing here.

"Well, well. Who's this little cherub?"

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He's quickly developed a relaxed routine as a new parent now that Linda is back to working long hours. Amenadiel thinks she has finally settled down too whether it be from exhaustion or having a wake up call over how her co-parent unraveled over cold. Part of that routine is making excuses to visit Charlie's uncle for a few minutes a day. Sometimes he goes to help at the bar for a while. Other times he pretends to forget a toy of Charlie's. Today, he's planning to pretend to work for an hour before taking to the library for an actually appropriate baby class on tummy work and read aloud.

At least that was the plan for the man Father put in his path appears in his literal path. Amenadiel is anxious for the whole five seconds it takes for his son to react to this new person. He smiles on reflex at his son's happiness. Charlie kicks his feet in excitement which does a lot to ease the dread in his stomach at mention of cherubs. He has to remember people always compare babies to angels. No one is going to find out and try to snatch his son again.

"This is Charlie." The fatherly pride is unmistakable in his voice. He realizes it's not even worth pretending he's only watching someone else's child. Every patron here knows Charlie and his dad. He literally looks like a tiny, squishy version of Amenadiel to anyone with working eyes. John seems more interested in playing with his son than anything. What's the harm in asking what he's doing here instead of at his post? "We were going to go to the library, but something tells me you're here to talk. They tend to frown on that." For a second, Amenadiel looks a million miles away. He tried to rope Lucifer into it once. Never again. "Do you like parks?"

Well, that was a bit anticlimactic, wasn't it? He can't bring himself to be disappointed when Charlie is just about the cutest thing he's ever seen. John focuses on the child, hunching over so he can take one tiny hand around a few spindly fingers in greeting.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, good sir. I'm Johnny." He telegraphs a dramatic wink which only seems to wind Charlie up further, and he looks from son to father with an inscrutable expression. He has been kicked out of a library or a dozen in his lifetime, surely. "You're lucky I remembered my spf." What? Zari is a good influence on him, it would seem.

He can't help a glance back at Lucifer, now sitting at the piano. For a second, their eyes lock and he whips his head back around to meet Amenadiel's calm gaze by comparison. So much for blending in.

"That's really...?" he can't help but ask in a stage whisper. He isn't sure whether to be starstruck or terrified. Strangely, he feels neither in this moment.

That is one mystery down. Amenadiel is content to let this play out as long as Charlie seems happy. His son is very charmed by Johnny. It's all very reminiscent of Luci in a good way. "It is." His good mood fades immediately. That connection always seems to make things go south. Charlie glances up at his dad is if sensing the shift in his usually benevolent albeit prideful and out of touch father. "I am willing to give you the benefit of doubt when it comes to me. Manuel gave you every reason to be suspicious of us. You have been kind to my son which is all I can ask."

Something steels behind his eyes. He likes John. He thinks he could be another Daniel aka a good friend. Dan also shot his brother once thinking he was serving the world. He can't pretend anyone is immune to being talked into all kind of horrors where Lucifer is concerned. "If you try to pick a fight with my brother based on whatever you think you know about him, I will cover my son's eyes and punch you very hard. Do you understand?" His arms are half the size of John's torso so it's not bad as far as threats go.

He gives another sideways glance to Charlie like they're sharing a private joke and grins big. Like there's any other option but to be his new BFF come on now :(

"Oh, I read you loud and clear, mate. Think I know quite a bit considering my researching him led me to you-" John's bemused gaze shifts back up to Amenadiel as he inclines his head to indicate he's ready to leave. "Didn't come prepared to unpack that can of worms today anyhow. Now that my soul coin's out of Hell, seems like I should save any words I've got for when we inevitably meet each other down below." Which, of course, doesn't mean he's dropping the subject, but John doesn't really enjoy talking about people while they're in the room, as a general rule.

Amenadiel is already sunk. This is too charming. Charlie is just delighted by everything John does. He does his best to reign in how sweet he finds this because this is serious business! Amenadiel makes a note of it. He finds it unsurprising his brother turned out to being the key to finding him. Lucifer is too big and bold to be ignored on any plane. He's never too far out of his brother's orbit.

The rest makes his brows knit, another thing to look into more deeply. The only thing he knows about soul coins is that Father takes offense to them. He wouldn't be surprised to find out whoever made them will inevitably be hunted down by his siblings sooner or later. (A human going to Hell, even one he kind of likes, isn't shocking news to him. It's always a possibility.)

Amenadiel takes the cue to go, walking towards the bar only to retrieve the baby bag he stashes there during the visits. He leads John out of the bar, only briefly waving to his brother on the way out.

"Thank you. I try not to be violent around, Charlie. It's incredibly toxic for developing brains." He explains as if this is vital information all people should know. Amenadiel quickly circles back to his least favorite task of veiled threats. "You're taking this well. The last time someone found out about Charlie, they tried to take him to Hell. Didn't end well for them." He's just pointing that out for no reason whatsoever.

"Wish someone had told my father that," John says, smiling still - half for Charlie and half to cement the dark humor of the statement. He does find it amusing that Amenadiel doesn't find a nightclub owned and operated by Satan to be at all detrimental to his infant's development, but he doesn't see the point in saying anything about it. After all, he's far from parental material himself. "...This little nugget? In Hell? That'll never happen." Though he will needle that story from Amenadiel somehow, naturally.

Amenadiel looks disturbed, of course. Charlie stares up at John, still entertained by this new person and their strange expressions. He decides not to dig into that one. He's said what he has to say as a father. The more time around each other, the more Amenadiel is convinced he isn't here to even a score with Manny's big bro. Father trusted John enough to be immune to his ability however temporarily too.

He decides to trust him further, leading John to the parking garage where the safest car he could find is there. Naturally it's a mini-van that literally everyone makes fun of him for but, comes in handy when you have like eight friends who get into hijinks on a regular basis.

"We'll have to drive. There are parks around here, but I didn't manage to fix them before Charlie was born. Apparently that's a city job. They kept interfering." He rolls his eyes!!! (And secretly plans to get back to it someday.) He pulls out his key, presses the button to unlock it, and goes through his familiar routine of loading Charlie and his bag in.

"You really weren't exaggerating about this living among us thing." He sounds bemused as he walks around the car, studying it for how ridiculously uncouth it is. He watches Amenadiel load Charlie into the backseat with keen interest before slipping into the passenger's seat. "It's been decades since I've been out west, or more if you factor in the time travel."

He never does though. John reluctantly reaches for his seatbelt only after the car starts to chime angrily at him, making a face in the rearview mirror for Charlie's benefit.

Amenadiel lets out a soft laugh. He didn't know that was a thing until he got on the ship. He's actually a little sad he couldn't explore it. "I'm still amazed I'll get to see that someday." He sounds like he's looking forward to it. Amenadiel can't think too deeply out it, of course. He knows most of his loved ones will be in Heaven by then. The question mark of whether Charlie will be physically alive or a spirit hangs over the ancient father as always along with what they'll do about Lucifer and Maze being locked out of the place where moved of his loved ones will end up as well.

Charlie fusses at the angry nose, only to quickly recover with a laugh at the silly face directed his way. They're soon off with Amenadiel being a model driver as they exit the parking lot. "You know this is the safest car you could be in this year." He tacks on as they go. Don't knock it!!! "We can take the scenic route if you want. Charlie loves car rides. His mother will be working late tonight so we have time." New patient and all that. The paperwork is always insane for those.

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"Trust me, mate, never thought I'd be in the audience for this one either." He always said he would never join up, but God's plan, right? He rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the praise of the car, it's not like he'd know the difference or care either way. It's good for the baby though so he can't say as he's that judgy about it. "Perks of the job are that I can't actually be too late getting back, so knock yourself out."

It has been a long time since he's seen this coast, after all. He won't mind checking up on it even if it's mostly and unfortunately changed for the worse. John alternates between looking out the window, looking in the mirror at Charlie and turning around to grin at and check on the infant like he doesn't believe his reflection alone.

"Your wife must be a special woman to have produced this little man," John says cheekily as he reaches back to grab an adorable foot, getting Amenadiel back for his comment about Zari.

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Amenadiel takes the scenic route without any further delay. Despite his age and how much Amenadiel got around as an emissary, he can't tell there was a better west coast once upon a time. He appreciates the place as it is now for all the beautiful memories made here. A lot of his time here has been painful. Amenadiel can look on it all fondly now that Charlie is here to bring everything into perspective.

A fond smile crosses his lips as his son and John play out of the corner of his eye. It's actually very sweet the way he keeps looking back at him. Amenadiel feels himself melting further.

The smile dims a little at the mention of wife. He shakes his head. "She turned me down. His mother is a special woman. Brilliant, beautiful, compassionate..." He sighs fondly. Amenadiel still loves her deeply even if they are not romantically together anymore. "Father willing he'll be more like his mother than me."

John frowns, but the serious expression can't last when Charlie laughs at him again. He laughs too, shaking his head at the child.

"Cheeky little bugger, aren't you? I dunno if you'll get your wish, Amenadiel." A beat as he amends, strangely respectful today, "Prayer."

He almost feels bad for touching on a touchier subject than his relationship, but as he's thinking about it he realizes they may actually be able to commiserate quite a bit on this subject even if children aren't in the cards for Zari and himself.

"Maybe she'll come back around. You never know with women, especially the smart ones. Anything could be going through their heads." John reluctantly peels away from the baby to sit in his seat only after his seatbelt starts to actively choke him.

He nods appreciatively at the thought. Amenadiel will always secretly harbor a desire to get back with Linda. She's the love of his existence. He also knows it has to be her choice. "I know exactly what's going through her head." He does not in fact know anything about what Linda is thinking. Amenadiel does listen so he can bring up some points he heard. "She said I asked for the wrong reasons which never made sense to me. We created a life together. That requires some type of vow, doesn't it?" He tips his head to the side, fully committing to talking this out with a stranger. Amenadiel is gonna Amenadiel.

"I did promise her everything would be okay. I suppose that counts." He asks suddenly: "How did you convince your wife to marry you? Did you give her a child too?" Yes, he still thinks they're married with possible babies.

John smiles to himself, knowing he has to ease into this gently. That is until Amenadiel brings up his relationship and wipes the smile completely off his face. He turns to look out the window again, finding the mountain scene calming after seeing nothing but green squiggles for so long.

"That isn't in the cards for us, but we're committed and that's enough." Or it will have to be until he can crack the time stream, he supposes. "Besides, mate, a time ship is no place for a baby." He's nervous enough about Lita being there, which is perhaps why he hasn't spent much time around her since she started visiting her father onboard.

He focuses back on Amenadiel and Linda, sure that he has better advice for his newfound friend than he does for himself by a longshot.

"Your first mistake was thinking you knew what she was thinking - next time ask her even if you're sure." John nods once for emphasis, hoping that by the end Amenadiel can get this. "She said no because it felt like you were only asking out of obligation. Because of Chaz here. That's not romantic enough for a lady, I'm afraid. Especially not a classy one, like you describe."

He nods, respecting their decision. Amenadiel barely knows human conventions let alone has an incentive to force them onto someone else. He frowns thoughtfully at what John is saying. That makes a strange amount of sense to him. "I did ask during her first appointment with the doctor." He nods slowly as it starts to sink in maybe that might have sent the wrong message.

"What would be romantic? Should I ask Linda?"

John smiles at the scene Amenadiel describes, finding it endearing if hopeless - much like the angel himself when it comes to human matters, it seems.

"You're bloody adorable, you know that?" He has to shake his head as he considers how strong a lady Linda must be to turn down a literal angel when he proposed to her. Even he doesn't think he could do it. "No, mate, you can't ask her. You've gotta woo her, alright? See to it she gets everything she needs whenever she needs it. Husbands are mostly just glorified servants, after all."

"I don't know that. No one has ever called me that." To his face. There's no way that his human friends don't think this any less than three times a day. He literally only fools his siblings into thinking anything else.

Amenadiel weighs the words and smiles so wide that his teeth show. This is something he feels confident in doing. "I can do that. I'm an excellent servant." He says proudly as he signals to take a turn towards their destination. It won't be long now. "Is that how you wooed your..." He takes a moment to think of a title. Lucifer and Chloe spring to mind immediately. "...partner? You did serve her well when we met." He points out with approval. Clearly he's gone to the right person for advice!

He snorts, strangely proud of being the first one in that particular category. It's certainly backed up by the way Amenadiel smiles then.

"Then you'll do just fine." It's John's turn to smile at the word, one Zari is fond of. "Yeah, well, it's not just me. What Zari wants, Zari gets." He couldn't sound more endeared by it.

"So she's some sort of leader?" Amenadiel questions cheerfully. He approves obviously as something of a boss himself. He turns into the parking lot across from the park. He continues to talk as he hunts for a spot far away. He enjoys the walk and not fighting with soccer moms for position.

"Linda is a psychiatrist. She spends her days helping mentally-ill human beings. It's a very admirable profession."

"...You could say that." He's wondering how to explain Zari's very niche career to an eternal being when Amenadiel starts talking about Linda again. It sounds like one of those bad jokes, doesn't it? It also makes a strange sort of sense, like the influencer and the exorcist? Maybe. "I guess you could say Zari is in a similar line of work. She has millions of followers, people who look to her for advice. Or just comfort. Like having a best friend you've never met...?"

John loves what Zari does but he sure has no idea how to explain it. This actually might be his one chance to relate to someone who isn't part of this weird modern era internet culture thing.

Amenadiel's brow furrows as he thinks it over. He is pretty internet savvy at this point. He knows how to use dating apps to stalk his brother, a perfectly normal thing to do. As far as entertainment goes his knowledge begins and ends with the cat videos which are a hit with him and most of his siblings up in heaven. He turns into an appropriately far away parking spot, sets the car to park, and turns the key. Charlie's legs bounce immediately in excitement or maybe just to tempt John to grab them again. Both? Likely both.

"How does that work? You can't fit millions into an office." Amenadiel hops out of the front seat to go get Charlie in the back and get him back into the harness. He's thinking way too much about this. We're all shocked.

John unbuckles the moment the car stops, flipping around to continue his game with Charlie even as he laughs at Amenadiel's assessment of what he said, not that he can blame him for misinterpreting.

"Your daddy is so silly, isn't he?" he questions the infant before crossing his eyes to get a giggle from him. Only then will he actually get out of the car and facilitate moving this along. Once Charlie is safely strapped in again, this time to Amenadiel, John finds a place by his side at a comfortable distance before even attempting to correct the angel's assumptions. "She doesn't have an office, per se. At least, not one anyone else would go to. She makes videos that a ridiculous amount of people watch, is the simplest way I can explain it. These people have never actually met Zari, like I said, but they feel like they know her anyway."

Amenadiel is smiling as they take the long walk over to the park. This could have gone a lot of ways. He doesn't know who he is dealing with really. The angel is aware that this man is a victim of one of his siblings. That tends to go poorly for the innocent siblings who encounter them. Here is this man playing with his son, genuinely enjoying interacting with him. Amenadiel feels blessed.

He catches onto the conversation a beat later as he enjoys the feeling. "Like the cat videos?" Amenadiel's teeth flash as he recounts the one where the cat is chasing a light. That was pure art. "I love those! What's the account name? I'll subscribe." He has made it that far... if only because Trixie pointed out that was easier than typing in cats all the time.

It makes him laugh, but he nods anyway. Close enough.

"Not sure she's started it yet. What is it now, 2019?" Stupid time-travel, he literally forgets all the time. "She's barely out of primary school, unfortunately for you." Even John likes her channel OK and he likes nothing.

"But, she'll start one day. I'll keep an eye out." Since spoiler alert: he has nothing, but time. Trixie will definitely be into Dragon girl videos so there's little chance Amenadiel won't see them. His brows knit together as something occurs to the angel. He should really listen to Linda's advice about finding out more about the man he's expected to work with. "What time are you from, John?"

"Zari Tarazi a.k.a. Dragoness. Dragon girl, I suppose, until then." John lifts his eyebrows and shoves his hands in his pockets. When are you from instead of where, it's still something he can't get used to. "The 70s? Well, originally. My present would probably line up vaguely to this one." Not that he has a time-home anymore considering he's wrecked multiple timelines over by now.

The smile slips off his face fairly quick at the mention of that name. He knew that woman looked familiar. He stops to look at John carefully. It could be a coincidence. He doubts it. This feels like the culmination of a plan in Amenadiel's experience. That is concerning if only because that means things are going to get dangerous sooner or later for all involved parties.

"Does your partner have a gold necklace encasing a red stone?" It seems like a safer question than has your partner harnessed an element lately.

John narrows his eyes, but he supposes it would follow Heaven knows about the totems. He shrugs, not seeing any harm in divulging the information.

"The air totem?" he confirms needlessly before going on. "They made it into a bracelet. Behrad and Zari share it."

Amenadiel nods at the confirmation. He debates on sharing his concerns, but patterns were always Uriel's expertise. It's probably better not to worry John about how these threads winding together always leads to something big or the significance of the parallel of two wielding the totem again. They sort of know what it could be already since Sara's would-be kidnapper is still at large.

"That's a shame. Father likes necklaces." He taps the one on his neck to indicate what he means. Charlie immediately tries to go for it and pouts as once again he realizes it's too far away. #someday

Amenadiel keeps walking like he never brought the subject up at all.

John frowns at that rejoinder, sure there was something else to the subject or Amenadiel wouldn't have asked. He stops dead in the middle of the path, waiting for the other man to acknowledge his dramatics.

"That's it? 'God likes necklaces.' What am I supposed to do with that little nugget, then?"

Amenadiel doesn't make John wait long. He stops and allows the man his moment. Maybe this is part of the plan too. Mostly Amenadiel sees no point in hiding it if John is forcing the matter. "I've been asked to perform many great works in Father's name. One of those tasks was finding new wielders for the air totem after the former wielders betrayed their mission of peace. Another was rescuing Sara Lance the night we met. Now I'm working with a man that my brother wronged."

If it isn't clear what he means, Amenadiel pauses to explain further. "Father has a way of setting things in motion. I can't tell you what the outcome will be. It may not even be obvious until long after it comes to pass. All I can say is I find my connection... troubling. Father has only linked me so closely to a human's life once before. The end result was..." He smiles fondly as he recalls Chloe earnestly asking if he was her father. "Wonderful. But, it goes without saying that if the first of the angels is here, it is because he needs to be. That doesn't bode well for any of you." They are going to suffer, but isn't that inevitable? Amenadiel wonders if he should have said nothing. John didn't need the burden.

John wonders if this is how other people feel when he goes all wizard-ramble. Like this is really extra, even for his life. It isn't like he doesn't know this is all according to His Plan, but he prefers not to acknowledge it directly most of the time. In the past, it had been because his soul was damned, and now? Now maybe it's because it isn't. At least, not expressly. He'll have to walk up to those pearly gates like any other plebeian, and the movie they play on his behalf will be a real whopper.

"That's about what I expected," he admits belatedly, and when he looks back up at Amenadiel he's actually smiling. "The Legends have been through their share of apocalypses, mate. But they've never had an angel on their side before." Seems like a better last resort than Beebo, to be sure. John claps Amenadiel's shoulder companionably before starting down the sidewalk again.

"This isn't the first time?" Amenadiel asks with some alarm. He's soon trailing after John. He falls back into step with him. That actually a good sign, he thinks. God has entrusted them with protecting creation more than once. He's still worried which his son immediately picks up on. Charlie starts to crying noises. Amenadiel glances down at his son with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Charlie. Daddy's got this." He bounces him once for good measure. Too bad Daddy's still a little tense.

"...Third? That I know of. Won't be the last, either, I'm sure."

This is all pretty casual for John, but that's to be expected, isn't it? Instead of a fallen angel gaslighting him, the first of God's warriors is giving him a line to reach him like a Celestial 911. It's a big step up in the world, even if it's killing him not to be able to tell his family about it. He notices Charlie's distress at the platitude and moves in Amenadiel's path so he can walk backwards and look at the baby at the same time.

"Charlie-boy, sorry we're talking about lame adult stuff. Bored you literally to tears, didn't we?"

Charlie is quickly appeased. He goes from a trembling little smile to laugh in seconds. His legs kick in excitement at the sound of his name. Amenadiel glances down and tries not to feel slighted by the way his son favors everyone else!! "You know when your grandfather tells me He is handling things, I believe Him." He points out despite the fact that his son wouldn't be paying attention even if he did understand that. "Do you like swings? They're Charlie's favorite." Spoilers that is where they are headed to!!

"And has He told you that?" John asks skeptically, narrowing his eyes at Amenadiel before offering up Charlie another wide grin. "Who doesn't like swings, eh, Chaz?" The nickname stirs something in him, but he turns to follow the angel again in hopes of getting more answers.

"Not since the burning bush incident." Amenadiel admits reluctantly. Granted the context was different too. He decides to breeze past that as they head for those swings. Charlie is making little noises like he's trying to discuss this with John. It warms his heart enough to try addressing what he thinks the other man is getting at. "But, He's put me in your path. That's enough of a sign, isn't it?" Amenadiel can pray it's overkill. Yes, he has an ego even now, but it really does not bode well that he's involved.

"Ah, yes, that old yarn," John acknowledges as he settles himself on a flat swing strategically next to an open baby one. He looks up at the other man as he gets Charlie settled, feeling oddly numb when the question comes his way. "It will have to be, I'd wager."

It isn't as simple as sitting Charlie down anymore. Amenadiel is too aware now of his son's frailties thanks to Michael. He has to take five minutes to clean it off, clean his hands with some baby wipes, and then he can finally set Charlie down in the swing. His son babbles happily, glancing John's way to see what to mimic next.

"Father has more of a hands-off approach, but He loves all of you very deeply, even if it might not seem that way all the time." It is as tempting to blame God as it is his brother. Amenadiel gets it now that even he was guilty of it once. He gently pushes his son's swing. "The Earth will survive. Anything more than that is in the hands of your team."

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I've been wondering just what would peace be like ☮︎

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