A Spot in the Preserve, Sunday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

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."

[[ for her ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

"So call me what you like," Lucifer said. "And I'll only complain performatively."

Well. Unless it was that name.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had heard his father and his twin use that name enough times to not really feel like trying to use it herself anymore, fortunately.

"Deal," she murmured, softly.

This was maybe a little bit important to her. Somehow.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed the top of her head again and smiled.

Took a deep breath, and enjoyed-- yes, the forest air.