The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Well, it was Saturday, and the only mention of Duke and Octavia Lucifer had heard in days was from the radio. Apparently there was another thing going on, rather than a passing Fandom fancy, and Lucifer-- just wasn't in the mood to keep track.

He had returned from the bar with a rather sizable collection of bottles. He had slipped into the bedroom, flicked through the channels until he found something incredibly stupid that didn't remind him of either of his partners, parked a bag of chips on the nightstand, and kicked off his super secret plan.

Which was, obviously, staying in bed and drinking until he stopped feeling quite so lonely.

[[ open for them who might venture onto the Rouge. ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia had come to her senses on the other side of town. She had also found herself without her phone, which explained why she'd half-ran the entire way back to port. As her feet (in sneakers that did not feel familiar) hit the docks, she showed no real sign of slowing down.

God, she hoped Lucifer was on the boat and not at the mansion.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hadn’t even looked for his phone. He’d paused just long enough to be briefly sick (oh god, he’d been so proud of the Crocker trouble), then bolted for the docks himself, arriving just in time to see Octavia headed for the Rouge.

“Tavi? Please tell me that’s the right version of you.”

[okteiviakom]

... The wrong version of him hadn't known to call her that.

So Octavia stopped in her tracks and beelined to him. Hopefully that was an answer enough, but if it wasn't -- well, he was getting an armful of snogon, right now.

[betterthanaplan]

He was taking that — and the silence inn general — as a yes.

“Thank fuck,” he murmured into her hair. “Octavia Kane was weird.”

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia muttered, clinging fiercely to him. "I know."

It would be a fun time trying to process any of that, later.

[betterthanaplan]

So much later.

Right now was for hanging on like one or both of them might disappear again at a moment’s notice.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was holding on so tight she worried it might almost hurt.

At least for a moment. "Ai hod yu in, snogon," she whispered. "We gotta go find Lucifer."

Who they'd abandoned for days.

[betterthanaplan]

“Oh god,” Duke muttered. He pulled away towards the boat — tugging her along with. “He’s gonna be a wreck.”

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, I don't like that we left him alone," Octavia replied, shaking her head a little.

Definitely not fighting the tugging. She kind of needed all the reassuring contact she could possibly get, right now.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke wanted to be hanging onto both of them ASAP. He’d settle for hanging onto her for now.

He had them up onto the deck and down into the galley (what kind of fool had he been, not knowing what a galley was??) in record time. “Luce? Hey! You here, hon?”

[okteiviakom]

"We're back," Octavia called, too. "For real, this time."

[my_own_advocate]

The bedroom... was a bit of a mess, what with the empty bottles. Still, Lucifer veered up, grabbing the remote to switch off the television instantly.

"Duke?" he yelled. "Octavia? I'm in the bedroom!"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke ignored the mess for now, pulling Octavia along with him as he beelined for Lucifer.

“Luce.”

You were absolutely getting glomped, Luce.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, and make that a double, because Octavia would have joined in even if Duke hadn't basically dragged her into it.

It was just a whole lot of clinging.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh," Lucifer said weakly, "It is you."

And both of his arms came up to wrap around them, pulling them in tight.

[betterthanaplan]

“I’m so sorry,” Duke said into Lucifer’s shoulder. “That other me was an asshole.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had nothing to say to that. Mostly because she found herself really busy trying to burrow against both of their chests, her hand grasping at whatever they could.

Trying to soothe some... collective sense of loneliness, perhaps.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's all right." Lucifer would thank them both for not pointing out the wet strain in his voice. He turned his head and pressed a fierce kiss against Duke's cheek. "You came back."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia heard the wet strain and no, she was not going to point it out.

She was, however, going to try and cling even more, as the sound squeezed uncomfortably at her chest.

"And we came back as soon as we could," she promised.

[betterthanaplan]

"Seriously," Duke said. "I barely stopped to be sick." Which was why he wasn't kissing either of them yet. "Fucker was raised by the Rev."

[my_own_advocate]

"No wonder he was so repressed," Lucifer managed, turning his head to bury his face in Octavia's hair. "I hate-- I hate this. Every bloody time."

The universe, taking his people from him but keeping their bodies walking around. Bloody nightmare.

[okteiviakom]

"It's unfair," Octavia muttered.

Unfair to whom? Everyone.

[betterthanaplan]

"I hate that we did that to you," Duke said. "I hate that the island or whatever made us do it. I'm so sorry, babe."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh. "Can we just take off for the holidays?" he murmured. "Do another anniversary trip of sorts?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, mostly against Duke's chest.

"Maybe we should."

She was more than a little willing to go with whatever Lucifer wanted, right now. It wasn't her fault she'd been gone, but the guilt was there. (Maybe it was easier to grasp than anything else she could have been feeling. About Octavia Kane.)