my_own_advocate: (lucifer - i don't get it)
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He just wanted to be home.

For the second time that day, Lucifer fell. Not far this time, though. Just a few inches, really. His back hit the ground? with more noise than was strictly necessary for the impact that he'd made.

Oh.

Maybe it was the other two bodies making the same impact beside him.

He stared up at the sky, disoriented for many more reasons than just the fall itself. Oh my Me, indeed.

[[ for the two other people who just got teleported across the country out of nowhere. ]]

Date: 23 Aug 2021 14:25 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neg] tired and sad)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia's face did another scrunching up thing, like she was about to start crying again. She swallowed and forced that urge down, then tried shoving Lucifer's handkerchief in her pocket, but missed.

Looked down.

Realized she was still in full armor. The weapons were gone, left in LA, but this was all still here, and her uncoordinated hands went for the first buckle they found.

She couldn't go to bed wearing this. Not this bed.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 14:43 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (shiny hair and concern)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke hadn’t bothered to shed anything but his shoes and his sling. He made no move now to take off anything else, just curled himself around a pillow and watched them both with soft, tired eyes.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 15:06 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] not again)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia kept working at her own clothing.

Remarkably fast for someone having a little bit of trouble standing straight.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 15:10 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
“Sure,” Duke said, “sounds like fun.”

But made no move to assist in said process. He was starting to feel those painkillers a bit and that combined with finally being able to relax was making him very sleepy.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 15:33 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neg] woe strikes)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia finished shedding her armor into a pile on the floor, and crawled onto the bed on the other side of Duke.

Then made a very small, sad sound at realizing she was on the injured side. But curled up there anyway, just... A safe distance away.

Her body was starting to feel heavy. Her head in particular.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 16:12 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (checking in)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke looked over at her with a frown at that sound. No one should be making that sound anymore. They were home and safe and everything was going to be good now.

"Why're you way over there?"

Date: 23 Aug 2021 16:27 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neg] shattering glass)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia nodded, her face all smushed against the pillow. "Your arm's broken," she murmured. "Don't wanna hurt you."

Date: 23 Aug 2021 16:30 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (snuggly hat)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke let out a dismissive noise. The painkillers were definitely starting to work now.

"It's all wrapped up," he said. He brought the arm in question up over his head and rested it gingerly against the headboard, giving her a whole nice expanse of side to lie against. "We can work around it."

Date: 23 Aug 2021 16:49 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neg] woe strikes)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia spent a beat looking at Duke's arm with concern.

Then she gave in to the siren call of his side, wiggling her way closer until she could curl up against him, although she made sure to get nowhere near his shoulder.

"I love you so much," she mumbled.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 16:59 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (shiny hair and concern)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
"I know." Duke gave her a smile, wishing she was closer so he could kiss her, but not willing to press his luck on getting her even this close when he had a goddamn splint on his arm. "I love you too." He looked over at Lucifer. "Both of you."

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:08 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] shower fresh)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
And Octavia didn't sob over it, this time! Though may have still made a soft noise. Hush.

Her arm slid around Duke, too, and her hand settled on Lucifer's arm.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:12 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (:-o)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke's eyes went wide, his mouth a round little "o" before it split into a broad grin. "Yeah?"

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:19 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([spec] sleep forever)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
"Should tell 'im again too," Octavia mumbled, her eyes already closed. She was very close to just dozing off, between the rum and the crying and oh, everything over the course of the day.

And the warmth of Duke's skin, and the feel of the mattress dipping under the weight of them.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:31 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (things are looking up)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke nodded rapidly in agreement. "Yeah," he said, breathless. "Octavia can tell you, I don't always believe it the first time."

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:38 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([spec] sleep forever)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
That was extremely sweet, and something Octavia would love to have heard, buuut she was already out. Though thankfully not snoring.

Yet.

Date: 23 Aug 2021 17:58 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (just bros)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
She missed Duke tearing up, too.

Duke wrapped his good arm around Lucifer's neck as best he could without disturbing her or his other arm, and tucked his face into Lucifer's hair.

"I am so proud of you," he said, soft and faintly choked.

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