Dr. Carlisle Cullen (
ofthefamily) wrote2009-08-26 09:20 pm
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Carlisle-Alice.
Rough day in Milliways.
It has nothing to do with planning the baseball game.
Carlisle makes his way pretty quickly to his office, shutting the door with a light click behind him.
It has nothing to do with planning the baseball game.
Carlisle makes his way pretty quickly to his office, shutting the door with a light click behind him.
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She couldn't quite place the emotion now, as she leans against his desk, her hands holding her up, her eyes fixed on the overhead light.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est passé?"
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"Castiel, the other team captain? Is in the cells. For attacking a demon. I went to see him."
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She's not sure she wants to. But she'd rather get it over with.
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"Alice," he groans, pulling off his jacket and hanging it on the coat tree behind his door. "Just...I talked about things I haven't talked about outside of the family," and not really inside it, "for a long time."
With an angel.
While Carlisle screams DEMON in bright sparkly letters to anyone with an ounce of heavenly origin.
Alice can extrapolate until Carlisle gets to the point.
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Alice finally shifts from her position on his desk, stepping to the side and looking out the window. Blinding anger. That's the emotion she saw. She doesn't even know what Castiel said to her father, but it doesn't matter.
It was enough to bother him so it was enough to piss her off.
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Anything starting with Don't in this house is usually pointless.
"I am aware I am...solitary in my more traditional tenets of faith, in the house," Carlisle hazards. "I was still hoping my conversation with him would have gone better."
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She turns from the window to stare at Carlisle. "What did he say to you? It doesn't...matter if others don't...think the way you do about faith, here."
The words stick in her throat. She's a rather devout...believer in nothing religious, but she appreciates...and finds so much comfort in Carlisle's beliefs.
"Just...what did he say?" Her voice is soft, sad.
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In all likelihood, according to Castiel, Esme wouldn't have.
That's what makes this easier for Carlisle, to tell the truth about it.
Carlisle's eyes close momentarily, exhaling, "There's nothing quite like having an angel of the Lord tell you you're wrong."
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"Uccello," he croons, gesturing to Alice to come closer, tucking her under one arm, "I chose to speak with him. You understand? If anything, I walked into it."
With an attempt at a smile, "We are sort of unique creatures in the universe, my dear."
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That more than anything keeps the lightened tone on Carlisle's face. His desk chair isn't all that far behind him so Carlisle moves to it, pulling Alice with him. She looks for all the world like a little girl that needs a hug, and she started off so angry.
Carlisle sits with his arms wrapped around Alice's back for a long few minutes, humming tunelessly in his moderate baritone timbre before speaking again.
"You may understand more than I can explain," Carlisle starts at a near-whisper. "You and I are the only ones here that woke up alone."
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Cold and alone and unloved and feeling as if she'd never have a family who loved her. Whoever turned her didn't care if she was scared, it seemed.
"For an angel of God," Alice whispers, "He far too judgmental. He cannot understand."
No one on the outside can.
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Alice can feel Carlisle's chin rub against the top of her head, a couple of inches forward from the crown of her spiky hair. "Thank you for checking up on me."
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He gave her a home, a family who cares. He showed her there was more to life than damnation, long before she ever actually met him. Checking on him, making sure he's okay, being every bit the dutiful daughter is the absolute least she can do.
"I love you, Papa."
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The thought isn't anything new to Carlisle; he's just never had someone outside bring it into such stark criticism before.
"I love you too, ma p'tite," Carlisle replies sincerely, rubbing the top of Alice's head again gently.
"Tell me about your day, hmm?"