my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Loft, Los Angeles, Saturday

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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okteiviakom

Octavia looked like she was this close to smacking the bowl off the tray and onto the floor.

(Even though it looked good.)

(... Really good.)

"I don't care."

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betterthanaplan

Duke had found pants and was tugging them on.

“Tavi,” he hissed quietly, thinking of what Amenadiel had told Dan. “Please don’t get smited.”

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my_own_advocate

"Dad, please set down the tray and go back into the living room so we can get dressed properly," Lucifer said, a little flash of panic in his own eyes. "And I'll make coffee."

From:

hismysteriousways

God looked away from the bundle of rage before Him and smiled at His son. "If that will make you feel more supported, son," he said, and set the tray down on the night stand.

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betterthanaplan

“Feel more supported — is he serious?” Duke asked the universe.

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okteiviakom

Octavia still looked ready for violence.

Or at least swearing. But she did neither, and didn't even go with her petty urge to stay undressed out of pure spite.

She turned, slowly, to look for her clothes.

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my_own_advocate

"It's a new thing He's trying," Lucifer said irritably, as Dad retreated to the living room. "Yesterday He tried to play catch with me on the job."

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betterthanaplan

“He really has no idea how humans actually work, huh,” Duke mused. “I’d suggest making a run for it, but how do you run from God?”

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okteiviakom

"We can't even sleep in peace," Octavia hissed, tugging her underwear on. "There's no running."

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my_own_advocate

"There's just-- making coffee," Lucifer muttered, tossing his legs over the edge of the bed so he, too, could put on trousers.

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betterthanaplan

“What do you think he actually wants? If he were human I’d say he just found out he’s dying or something. Trying for one last chance before he’s worm food.”

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia had no insight to offer, because Octavia didn't want to have any insight to offer.

Bra, next. Now where was her shirt...?

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my_own_advocate

"Well, it's Dad, so it's certainly not His impending mortality," Lucifer muttered, getting up off the bed. "Blah blah mysterious ways."

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betterthanaplan

“That’s such a cop out. If he’s got reasons for all this he should just tell us.”

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okteiviakom

"Or at least you," Octavia said, finally looking at Lucifer. Holding her shirt in one hand.

Some of the anger seemed to have finally dimmed from her expression. For now.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer snorted bitterly.

"When does He ever tell me anything?" he said.

His hand came up, as if he wanted to touch one of them, or maybe both. Then he took off to the coffee machine.

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betterthanaplan

Duke watched him go with a sigh.

“Think he’ll get less skittish again when his dad’s gone?”

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okteiviakom

"I really hope so," Octavia muttered, still looking off to where Lucifer had gone.

(She would have liked to touch him, too.)

"But that's assuming his dad goes." Optimism had become increasingly hard for her, over the last couple of days.

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my_own_advocate

Down in the living room, Lucifer tried to get the coffee maker going. And, all right, succeeded, but it was hard to focus while Dad insisted on hovering over His shoulder.

"I do know how to do this properly, you know."

"Hm-hm."

Right. Of course. Lucifer grabbed a mug and filled it up and thrust it at Dad. "There. Ta-da. Coffee handled."

Edited Date: 13 Jul 2021 16:39 (UTC)

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hismysteriousways

God took the mug, and brought it to His mouth. He smelled it.

There was a wrinkle there, just between His eyebrows. It did not spell good news.

He took a sip of the coffee. Lowered the mug. Leaned over and spat out that mouthful of coffee into the sink.

"Hm."

From:

okteiviakom

Oh, what a great moment for Octavia to step out into the living room, finally fully dressed.

"... What was that?"

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betterthanaplan

And Duke was not far behind. "So how does God take his coffee, anyway?"

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my_own_advocate

"Apparently not the way I make it," Lucifer said flatly.

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hismysteriousways

God frowned. "I didn't say that," He said, even as He went to pick up a bag of... coffee beans? From the bar.

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my_own_advocate

"No, you just spat out my coffee like you accidentally swallowed a lizard," Lucifer said, bitterly. "See, this is how it’s always been with him. A subtle raised eyebrow, then straight to raining frogs."

Was Dad grinding coffee beans?

Edited Date: 13 Jul 2021 21:53 (UTC)