The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Right, so Lucifer was getting up bright and early so he could prepare himself for the trip to Baltimore - possibly with Duke - to escape this caffeine-free, zero-alcohol hell-hole. Bright and early enough that both of his partners were still asleep.

Or Octavia was faking it. Or just not bothering to get up. Who even knew?

"Oh my me," he whispered to himself in the kitchen. The bourbon looked... normal? He took a swig. It was normal.

He swept away immediately to get the coffee going, and twenty minutes later--

"Who wants an Irish coffee?!"

--burst back into the bedroom.

[[ for duke, and for octavia if she wants to jump in too ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke was pretty sure he couldn't even promise that. Especially not if he ever fully accepted becoming the new God.

But he didn't say it. In part because his throat seemed to have locked down on letting out anything that wasn't sob related, and he refused to sully their morning with one of those.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer couldn't read minds.

But he did murmur, "And I always keep my promises," either way.

He kissed the top of Duke's head.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke curled in a little tighter against Lucifer's side. And marveled at the fact that he didn't even have to think about doing so, about letting himself look small or vulnerable in the other man's presence.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled and shut his eyes, leaning into Duke as much as Duke was leaning into him.

He'd removed at least one hand from his mug and wrapped that arm around the man. It was. Still. A strange and wonderful thing to be able to feel this way about someone. Now that it had stopped being terrifying.