Under A Stack of Blankets, A Castle on the Coast of Norway, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

It wouldn't technically be their anniversary for a few more days - or had already been weeks and/or days ago depending on whether you counted Duke's nearly-bungled proposition and which stage of it - but Fandom had Fandomed, so why wait? Lucifer had bustled everyone into the portal in the morning, and they'd driven up to his castle (which, at least, he'd gotten cleaned prior to the whole repeating Friday debacle), ooh'ed and aah'd at it for about five minutes, and then rushed indoors to get warm.

The old-fashioned way.

... both in terms of nudity and in terms of blankets.

And that was where they remained, under several layers of warm blankets in a room that exuded both modern luxury and medieval castle in equal measure. Lucifer hadn't been here in decades, but he'd made damned sure the place had been ready for their arrival well in advance. The wardrobe was old but cleaned and refurbished, as was the bed, there were mood candles aplenty, a full wine cellar, and... loads of other things he couldn't think about right now, actually.

"I'm never leaving this bed again," he informed Duke's shoulder. "Ever."

[[ for those who are there, and la la, I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't just linkdrop all that so I don't have to keep searching for those threads. ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia thought she should say something, here. Voice her agreement, tell them how much this all meant to her after the year they'd had, how she'd gone in the ice on the Eligius expecting to never feel like a part of a family again --

But sometimes the good could feel a little overwhelming. And render her speechless.

So all she could do was drop her head against Duke's shoulder, crowding him from her side the way Lucifer was doing on the other.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke felt the weight of both of them pressing in on him. It could have been overwhelming, weighing him down, but instead it felt . . . settling.

Like an anchor.

He owed Linda an apology. Especially as he imagined having this to hold onto, when Haven eventually dragged him back.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft breath. He stretched his arm out until it wrapped around them both.

He dropped his head down to the pillow - he did realize that two heads on his shoulders might be a bit much, for Duke. He fell quiet, his fingers running gently up and down Octavia's arm.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gathered herself for a moment or two. It probably wasn't surprising which language she went for when she finally spoke again.

"Yo bilaik ai tombom." She swallowed. "Yo laik ai hou."