Lucifer Morningstar (
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.
So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.
It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.
"How do you feel about the snapper?"
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So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.
It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.
"How do you feel about the snapper?"
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A sigh.
"I don't know."
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He'd learned better than to assume.
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A stock initial answer. Octavia hoped she wasn't the only one who knew that.
She leaned over, awkwardly, against his shoulder. "We went a little further," she murmured. "I guess... I was bound to have some kind of reaction. If not during, then after."
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Well, maybe not always, but she was trying to bring something wry back into this. Something even faintly lighter.
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Octavia sighed again. "I feel like I need a shower, and like I kind of want you to come with me." A pause. "But it also kind of feels like you shouldn't."
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"You go take a shower. And I'll figure out if I want to join you."
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And then nodded again.
"Yes," he said softly, and rose from the bed. Walked to the bathroom. Getting naked in front of her felt... contrary to the point.
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Octavia watched him go, as she... weighed her feelings about all of this.
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A few moments later, he turned on the shower, and got under the spray. Trying not to worry.
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