my_own_advocate | 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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okteiviakom

Octavia pulled her legs crossed, and rubbed her hands over her face, trying to wipe away some of the tear streaks still all over her cheeks.

Embarrassment was starting to take form, and she felt exhausted.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer swept back in quickly, holding the glass out for her. "There you go," he said softly.

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okteiviakom

"Thanks," Octavia muttered as she reached to take it.

Her voice still sounded like she was in desperate need of blowing her nose.

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my_own_advocate

And so a box of tissues, taken from a drawer in the nightstand, quickly followed. "Tissue?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia managed a little huff. (A little one, and very stuffy.)

She grabbed a few of them at once.

Edited Date: 26 Jul 2022 11:07 (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer managed a small smile, and then sat down next to her on the bed.

Close, so their legs were touching.

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okteiviakom

Octavia blew her nose. Once, then another time. It was loud, and not pretty.

Then she cleared her throat. Sighed. "Oh, that's better."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Good," he said, reaching to take the tissues from her. "Are you all right?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia finally looked at him. Properly.

"Am I ever?"

There was a soft wryness in that that sounded she was at least some manner of 'all right' right now. (Or at the very least, a will to tell him she was.)

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer snorted. "There are degrees, darling," he said.

He put the tissues down on the nightstand and reached for her hand.

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okteiviakom

Octavia's gaze fell to their hands as she took his, giving it a little squeeze.

"Sorry."

She felt compelled to say that, after... everything, just now.

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my_own_advocate

"There's absolutely nothing to be sorry for," Lucifer said gently. Squeezed her hand, as well. "Though do you have any idea where that came from--?"

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okteiviakom

"Stress?" Octavia offered. "It just.... washed over me. I couldn't hold it back."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer nodded. "So... a good cry?" he offered.

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okteiviakom

"A cry."

Good, bad, was all relative.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer huffed softly. "All right then," he said, kissing her temple.

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okteiviakom

"I think this was just... a lot," Octavia murmured, her eyes closing again.

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my_own_advocate

"I'm sorry," Lucifer murmured.

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okteiviakom

"Don't be," Octavia muttered. "It's not -- not like that."

A sigh.

"I don't know."

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my_own_advocate

"What's going on in your head?" Lucifer asked.

He'd learned better than to assume.

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okteiviakom

"I don't know."

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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my_own_advocate

Lucifer's arm immediately shifted, wrapping around her. "Too far?" he asked softly.

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okteiviakom

"I can't tell," Octavia murmured. She hoped she would have known if it had been too too far, though. That that would have been something she would have stopped. "Everything was okay in the moment."