Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Date Nights had a certain structure to them, born mainly of habit. But that didn't mean they needed to keep to it.

In fact, the second Lucifer had received Octavia's text, he'd mentally overhauled all of the night's plans and picked up a few munchies and sodas. Dug up some of his excess pillows, and littered them along the living room.

He had-- multiple stashes. After a moment's thought as to what type of... relaxation would be best for the night, Lucifer went digging around for a particular one. Waiting, as he was doing so, for Octavia.

[[ for octavia. TW for drug use ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him. Clearly he needed that to get it.

"So you make everywhere you are a little more fancy, too."

[my_own_advocate]

"I did get us a nice tablecloth," Lucifer said, tilting his head. "Perhaps I should get Duke a chandelier."

What? What.

[okteiviakom]

"If it makes you happy."

Octavia was only half-sure she knew what a chandelier was.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you think it would make him happy?" Lucifer asked, looking up at her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled at him.

And also asked, "What's the chande-thing, again?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's a fancy light that hangs from the ceiling," Lucifer said, and leaned in to kiss her mouth, because it was smiling.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmh." And there she went, distracted by the kissing. For a moment. "I think he likes fancy lights."

A pause.

"I mean, you're a fancy light. Skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled a face. "Now you sound like Dad."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pulled a face right back.

"I do not."

Bless her, she sounded genuinely offended.

[my_own_advocate]

"He said," Lucifer said, reaching up to tap her nose, "He said I 'shine so bright it blinds even me sometimes'."

He dropped his hand.

"What does that mean?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's nose was scrunched up again.

"That you're amazing. Come on."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't think he thinks I'm amazing," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, who cares what he thinks?" Octavia asked, raising her eyebrows way too much. "He's been an asshole to you for most of your life. That he's had -- a gazillion years to see how incredible you are is his shame."

[my_own_advocate]

"He said he was proud of me," Lucifer mumbled. "Liar."

[okteiviakom]

"Or just an old man realizing it might be his last chance to actually say something."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up at her again. He appeared to be sinking into the couch. "He's very old."

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia replied, crawling a little further up. "Much older than I could ever understand."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's really best not to think about it," Lucifer agreed. "Especially when you're not that much younger."

[okteiviakom]

"I spend a lot of time not thinking about it."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thanks, good, yes," Lucifer babbled, sliding his fingers back into her hair. "Mmm."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm just a speck of dirt, anyway," Octavia murmured. Mumbled. Pressed against his skin.

Take your pick. It was barely audible, either way.

[my_own_advocate]

"Nuh uh," Lucifer said, and pressed his face into her hair. As much as he could, at least.

[okteiviakom]

"Yuh huh," Octavia replied, soft and quiet.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're beautiful," Lucifer murmured. "You're everything."

[okteiviakom]

"And a speck of dirt."

It didn't sound like a bad thing. Not with her tone, so soft.