𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀

⠀⠀⠀ slams fist down. “fucking ANY greek deity is a 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑪 idea.” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ her family didnt really do 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, but this one was so very comforting for her. after a moment, ana reluctantly stepped back from the hug. “it’s a deal,” she said as a smile tugged on her lips. “i have to warn you, though, my life is very 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.“ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ to consider her actions and how he might react to them, ana had moved across the room, wrapping her arms around him, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, in a tight hug. "it's nice to meet you." ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ "i'm not supposed to be here... to meet you yet," ana mumbled, timidness laced into her words. her eyes locked on to his shoes. they were nice, at least her father has taste. "not till uncle zuko and ma figure stuff out, but..." before she had any time— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ she was trying to find her voice again, willing herself to say something that wouldn't sound... odd? "... your hair, it's always longer in the photographs?" ana visibly cringed as soon as the words left her mouth. "sorry, um, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. hello?" ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ pick her jaw up from the floor. she'd seen this man before; never in person, but from old photographs. the man, h̶e̶r̶ f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶, must have picked up on her shock. she must have been pale as anything. her mind raced with different ways to say hello,— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ "he's 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨," ana said as she stood up from her seat and turned to face the man. "i don't know how—" her shock cut her sentence short. this wasn't what she came to hell to achieve... was lucifer playing a trick on her? it took her a moment,— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ so i'm not. i just wanted to know if I'm on the right path." ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ to fact check my instincts. i clearly haven't met him for a good reason; one my mother won't tell me... but that's neither here or there." ana finally dropped her gaze from lucifer, looking at his desk instead. "I know it's not wise to lie to you, sir.— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ "no. none of that." she said firmly, crossing one leg over the other and adjusting her position in the chair. was she coming across as stupid right now? 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮. but, she knew there must be a reason for the secrecy. "I came to hell— ⠀

⠀⠀⠀ anyway, for whatever reason, she hasn't told me who he really is yet. i know he was in one of the little soviet towns in the 80s. I know he died. but... i think..." she heaved a heavy sigh, averting her gaze from him for a moment. "i think he's one of your sons."

⠀⠀⠀ "... i believe you can shed some light on who my father 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 is." ana began, keeping her gaze firmly on lucifer. if she looked away now, she might not finish what she'd started. "because, for whatever reason, my mother, 𝘢𝘺𝘢— you've met,— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ if the risk of her mothers upset was worth the reward. "anastasia, but most people just call me ana." ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ "you knew of me, i believe," she said as she settled herself onto the chair, clasping her hands together and resting them on her lap. "for a very brief moment that is, but no. we haven't met." she paused, analysing lucifer for a moment; contemplating— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ play with... she'd stopped just short of the chair on her end of the desk, her slender fingers only just touching the top. "do you mind if i sit?" ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ she said with a polite smile as she closed the door behind her. the little voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her, telling her to mind her tone, that this is 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, not just some uptight businessman for her to— ⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ana took a deep breath, pushing her shoulders back and willing a confident expression onto her features; the anxiety she felt would not overwhelm her right now. she pushed the door open and stepped inside his office. "good, you're still here,"— ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ office door, she'd have a fit. but, she needed answers, and the only way to get them was to make bold moves like this one. ⠀⠀⠀

what she was about to do could only be described as incredibly stupid, and she knew that. but, ana had overheard her uncle mention something about her father... something she really should not have heard. if her mother could see her, knocking on @puertumultuari's — ⠀⠀⠀

- /like/ her? I know she's not, you know, usual. Hell, she wasn't ever one of those kids you see in the movies—— those prim n' proper ones with the good behaviour but. . ." She's rambling. There's not much else for her to say.