Lucifer Morningstar (
my_own_advocate) wrote2022-03-13 02:47 pm
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A Spot in the Preserve, Sunday Evening
Lucifer and Octavia had their Sunday rituals down to a T. And that-- well, that made Lucifer a bit contrarian, at times. There was nothing wrong with their tradition, healing as it was, but doing the same thing over and over again wasn't always that exciting.
And, all right. Perhaps he was still processing his own healing breakdown a week after the fact.
So he'd promised Octavia a surprise. Shown up with some take out bags and a smile.
She'd probably figured out where they were going well before the first trees came into view. It was a bit chilly, that couldn't be helped, but still: Lucifer thought the ambiance would help. "Almost there."
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And, all right. Perhaps he was still processing his own healing breakdown a week after the fact.
So he'd promised Octavia a surprise. Shown up with some take out bags and a smile.
She'd probably figured out where they were going well before the first trees came into view. It was a bit chilly, that couldn't be helped, but still: Lucifer thought the ambiance would help. "Almost there."
[[ for her ]]
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Flying lower cut down on some of the surreal of it all, but being a little closer to touching distance brought with it its own sense of weirdness.
It was a lot.
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"Hold on tighter," Lucifer instructed quietly, as he picked a large tree-branch that looked like it could hold some weight and moved towards it.
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She held on tight, looking around to figure out what he was planning.
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In the canopy.
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Because this was ridiculous.
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But it was that in a way that seemed to make her laugh - even if it was in a bewildered sort of way. So, probably still helpful.
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Though as her laughter died down again, she was slowly turning her head, to take a peek at the view.
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"It is a bit peaceful up here, though," Lucifer observed, after a moment or so. Looking up at the sky.
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"Yeah," she murmured.
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He let himself pay attention to the wind on his skin.
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Even with her hesitation, that still didn't feel like the right word. Octavia frowned gently to herself, trying to think of another one.
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Like they were a little closer to space than to the ground, somehow.
"There's nothing up here but us."
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She paused.
"Unless you count."
(Maybe she was getting over some of the initial shock of being up here.)
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"Is that so?"
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