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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[my_own_advocate]

"Certainly the least abusive," Lucifer said wrily, because he couldn't not.

[okteiviakom]

"Way to ruin the moment, Lucifer," Octavia rasped.

Perhaps also a little bit wry, yes.

[betterthanaplan]

“That’s a really low bar,” Duke agreed, too tired to do more than gently tease.

[my_own_advocate]

"What?" Lucifer said, smile softening. "It deserves mentioning, considering." He pressed the backs of his fingers against Octavia's arm. "We all have been through terrible things, and yet we came out on the other end like-- this."

[okteiviakom]

"I'd rather think about this than the terrible things, right now," Octavia rasped. "I know, I'm weird like that."

[betterthanaplan]

“Tripi snogon,” Duke agreed, turning his head to kiss her hair.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "All right, all right," he said. "I much prefer the present, as well."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rubbed his arm gently, as she snuggled closer to Duke (as if such a thing was still possible) at the hair-kissing.

"I know, niron."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tugged the covers up the last of the way, until all he could see was Duke and Octavia's faces, and felt their limbs tangling underneath the blankets.

Something in him calmed, at last. He closed his eyes and tucked in close.

Talking was overrated, anyway.

[okteiviakom]

That was about when some errant thought of Octavia's reminded her that she was still wearing make-up. But, to hell with doing anything about that now. It could wait as long as Duke brushing his teeth.

It could wait as long as it needed to.

This, the closeness, their presence... this was all way too important, and Octavia wasn't going to move a single inch from where she was plastered against Duke.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke turned his face a little, so he could see Lucifer's again. He brought one hand up to brush the backs of his fingers along Lucifer's jaw.

He could see some of the tension had finally gone out of his face. Good. He hated being responsible for putting it there. Whether it was deliberate or not.

"Sweet dreams, babe," he said softly. He found Octavia's hip with his other hand. "Both of you."