Lucifer's Loft, Los Angeles, Saturday

[my_own_advocate]

Yesterday had been a still being played out day full of musical numbers and Dad and a woman murdering her judgemental referee husband for entirely understandable reasons. Lucifer had gone to bed entirely wiped, tired, too exhausted to remember he shouldn't be naked with Duke and Octavia.

He was still in that bed, sleeping more comfortably than he had in a week.

Unaware of the man hovering by the edge of the bed with a large tray full of breakfast foods in his hands.

[[ for those two and once again taken from Lucifer 5x10! ]]

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Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"Not a great deal of choreography in 'I Dreamed a Dream', is there," Lucifer said. He reached up, rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand.

Then he looked up at Duke. "You were right," he said, "About the why."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

"Hm?" Duke was distracted trying to remember what he could about the song "I Dreamed a Dream", and couldn't switch gears that quickly. "The . . . catharsis thing?"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't have even that much to go off of.

Her helpless look turned to Duke. "What?"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said. Still quiet. He touched his forehead. "He's-- losing control."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

Duke sat up, eyes wide, but managed not to let go. "Of his god powers?!"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

"How does that work?"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a desperate laugh. "I don't know," he said. "But the singing and the dancing, He just couldn't-- stop Himself."

His gaze skittered over the furniture as he slowly dragged himself back into this moment. It landed on Octavia at last.

She was solid.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

"I dunno man, that sounds like poor impulse control to me. Which would explain a lot. . . ."

He maybe needed to stop trying to make light of this.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

While they were talking to a tear-streaked Devil? Yeah, maybe.

But Octavia was glad to just have Lucifer's eyes meet hers. She reached for his hand.

"That's bad, right?" she murmured. "It sounds bad."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"It sounded like-- divine dementia," Lucifer said.

A few hours from now, he'd begin to do what he did best: rationalize what was going on, and find something to do, however ridiculous it might look.

But right now he was just trying to process the impossible.

He reached for her hand at almost the same time she did his, clasping it between both of his palms.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

Look, Duke had a certain number of coping mechanisms, and way too many of them involved making light of things.

And he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Lucifer cry before.

"Dementia," he repeated. "Can that -- happen?"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

"Apparently," Octavia muttered faintly.

Still watching Lucifer's face.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know! He's the first-- Him that's ever lived," Lucifer said. He was almost grateful for that frustration right there; it gave him something else to focus on but shock.

As did pulling Octavia into him.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

"That's. . . ." Duke trailed of. He didn't have any words for how phenomenally terrifying the implications of that for Lucifer's world was.

(Lucifer's world, which had at least a certain metaphysical crossover with his own, since people from Haven had run into Lucifer in Hell. . . .)

So he just leaned into Lucifer again. Leaned his head against his. Tried to think of what they could possibly do about God losing control of his godliness.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia got out of her crouch and finally joined them properly. Lucifer hadn't been pulling her to him in days and she would not do a single thing to discourage him from doing it now.

They could be a pile. That might help something.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had honestly forgotten that he'd been keeping them at a distance for good reason these past few weeks. He needed them; that was all he could think about.

He let go of Octavia's hand and slid his arms around their waists.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

And Duke was going to go out on a limb. Take advantage of Lucifer not pushing them away to say something he'd wanted to for awhile now.

"You're not getting rid of us," he said softly. "Whatever happens. With your dad. With -- with Chloe. With you."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia burrowed close. Which was in itself her showing her agreement with Duke's words.

"What he said," she murmured anyway, in an echo of all the times Duke had backed her in the past several days.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a quiet sigh and contemplated ignoring all that in favor of just... soaking them in.

"No reason to worry about the Detective," he murmured.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

“Not really my point,” Duke said. “But good to know.”

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't want to ask.

And yet she couldn't help doing it anyway. Just a sigh, a breath: "Why?"

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"I talked to her," Lucifer said.

(Telling them this was grounding now, for whatever reason.)

"Told her that I don't-- have the capacity to make choices from my heart," he mumbled. "But that if I have to choose with the rest of me, if none of you will leave me alone, then the two of you are the only choice."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

Duke didn't believe for a moment that Lucifer couldn't follow his heart. He just maybe didn't know how to listen.

"Good," was all he said though. "I, for one, am happy with whatever part is doing the choosing."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing. Her throat suddenly felt too tight for her to do that.

And as she pulled back just enough to see Lucifer's face, she was trying really hard to blink away the way she could feel her eyes try to well up.

Look, people didn't always choose her.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer saw it.

"Oh, don't do that," he said softly, and pressed his lips against her forehead, tightening his arm around Duke.