Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

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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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, took another swig of his wine, and dug back into his fish.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him, tempering her wry smile into something smaller.

"Well, at least I'll definitely look exactly to your specifications."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Thank you for letting me play dress-up," he said warmly.

[okteiviakom]

"It seems like an easy way to make you happy," Octavia replied, lips quirking a little further again.

[my_own_advocate]

"I thank you anyway," Lucifer said. "Even if I also don't want to make you look-- not like yourself."

It was a fine balance.

[okteiviakom]

"I've looked more ways than you even know, before," Octavia pointed out, gently. "It's fine."

As long as she was comfortable.

[my_own_advocate]

"And you'd look gorgeous in a burlap sack," Lucifer admitted, with a little sigh. "I suppose it's just that while I'd love to see you in a gown, it does need to be you in a gown. Don't ask me why it matters to me."

[okteiviakom]

"Because I'm me and not some doll," Octavia offered.

She could picture him dressed like a Grounder, and yet she could not fully picture him dressed like a Grounder.

She got it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth quirked, relieved. "Yes."

[okteiviakom]

"I get it," Octavia promised. "There's aa difference. And I'm happy to help you stay on the right side of it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer murmured. "I count on you to tell me off if I err."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort. "Oh, I will."

He could absolutely count on that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled at her. "Good."

He finished his drink.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him another crooked little smile.

Then picked up her fork, to finish what was on her plate.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up. Watched her, for a moment, a small smile on his face.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia caught it, after a moment, her plate almost empty.

"What?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Just taking a moment to enjoy the sight of you, that's all," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Mushy."

Oh, like Octavia didn't immediately feel a very old urge to hide her smile by ducking her head.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's date night," Lucifer said, mouth quirking further. "I'm allowed to be mushy."

[okteiviakom]

"Is that a new rule?"

It was a very old rule. Older than Octavia's acceptance of the term 'date night'.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd like to think it's a very old rule," Lucifer said, laughing softly. "Perhaps our first."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, no, our first rule was that you weren't supposed to flirt with me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, but we weren't having date nights at the time, were we? So it's not a date night rule."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia huffed a faint laugh. "That's a fair point," she said, not about to be stubborn about it, for once. "I stand corrected."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said, grinning. "So I'm feeling very mushy about you, and I'd like to wallow in it a bit more."