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my_own_advocate) wrote2022-12-17 09:26 pm
my_own_advocate) wrote2022-12-17 09:26 pm
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The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening
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. ]]
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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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."