The OceaNyx, Somewhere At Sea, Sunday

[my_own_advocate]

There had been a brief moment at port to restock their increasingly-full pantry, but otherwise, the OceaNyx had been at sea (or at uninhabited bay) for the past few days, allowing its inhabitants to find some kind of peace. It had been helpful, at least for Lucifer, whose strong emotions towards both of his partners - anger, for Duke, worry, for Octavia - had finally settled back down. Allowing him to be in the moment.

Admittedly, 'the moment' involved a lot of cooking in the ship's incredibly tiny kitchen - how he'd managed to wrench that many cookies out of that oven was anyone's guess - but still.

It was a nice day. The climate was certainly growing warmer, as they moved further south. And so Lucifer eventually exited the kitchen to find a spot on some cushions near the back, enjoying the sight of the wind in the ship's sails, the way it bent slightly sideways as it made speed, the sound of the bow cutting through the water.

Why couldn't it be like this all the time?

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[okteiviakom]

So he beat her to it.

And that was fine, because she could respond in kind, soft and gentle and slow.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid away from her cheek and into her hair, caressing it gently.

It was nice. Feeling like he got to take his time with her.

[okteiviakom]

What else did they have out here?

Octavia's hand slid onto his shoulder. Settled, lightly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled back, just a little, and pressed his forehead against hers.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Octavia gave a very soft sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ai hod yu in," Lucifer said, smile still soft.

Saying that felt like a thing, after the initial few days of their return.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

"Ai hod yu in seintaim," Octavia murmured back. "Skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

"Natshana," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

Both of Octavia's hands crept to the back of his neck.

Just holding him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let her.

His own hands moved down, until his arms were firmly secured around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

It felt safe.

Octavia... gave a soft, slow sigh.

"I still feel awful," she admitted quietly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Why?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"Because it doesn't go away just because people say there was nothing I could've done."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

He tightened his grip on her. "I know," he said.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm trying not to think about it so much," Octavia added, barely more than a whisper. "I know you don't... feel that way."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't," Lucifer agreed. "And I won't lie about it."

Not that he thought she'd ask him to, but...

[okteiviakom]

"No one would ask you to," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know." Lucifer's forehead knocked ever so gently against hers. "But that leaves you as the only person on this boat who's disappointed in you."

[okteiviakom]

"That has never stopped me before."

She was used to carrying these things by herself.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a soft laugh. "Oh, I know," he said. "I do wish it would, however."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm still learning," Octavia muttered. "I guess."

[my_own_advocate]

"That's allowed, I think," Lucifer said.

Just as long as she kept herself alive until she worked through all of it.

[okteiviakom]

"I just didn't want this to happen."

Weird that something so obvious sounded so much like a confession.

[my_own_advocate]

"Neither did I," Lucifer said. He looked out at the water. "But he doesn't listen to me, either."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let her head rest against his shoulder, instead.

Gave a weak hum.