Lucifer Morningstar (
my_own_advocate) wrote2021-06-24 07:31 am
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Dr. Linda Martin's House, Thursday Morning
Was Dr. Linda's floor really where Lucifer wanted to wake up this morning? Absolutely not.
But Duke had been in no state to go to the penthouse last night, and Octavia had been in some kind of shock, and it had just seemed easier to stay here. Linda only had one couch, and that seemed better-suited for the drunk, so Lucifer had found himself on a mattress on the floor for the first time in... quite some time.
It was not ideal.
Which was likely why he woke up as early as he did, the floor poking against his shoulder as the air mattress had apparently sprung a leak during the night.
"Ugggh."
[[ for octavia and duke ]]
But Duke had been in no state to go to the penthouse last night, and Octavia had been in some kind of shock, and it had just seemed easier to stay here. Linda only had one couch, and that seemed better-suited for the drunk, so Lucifer had found himself on a mattress on the floor for the first time in... quite some time.
It was not ideal.
Which was likely why he woke up as early as he did, the floor poking against his shoulder as the air mattress had apparently sprung a leak during the night.
"Ugggh."
[[ for octavia and duke ]]
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"Look, I didn't mean to set her off or worry you," Lucifer said, "But I'm not the first person to shoot me."
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It sounded more like he was processing something, though.
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"Why?"
Because he would be perfectly fine in the end.
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He wasn't going to pretend Octavia wasn't likely destined for Hell, but Duke...
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“Why would any of that mean I wouldn’t feel for you?”
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He wanted to try explaining again, but that hadn't helped so far. And-- well.
He did understand that frustration.
"All right," he said.
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“I’m mad you might’ve gotten hurt. That’s not a bad thing.”
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He slid his arms around Duke and hugged him close.
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He held on for a while longer, until the last of the 'I screwed up and I don't get it' feeling had dissipated.
Only then did he let go.
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