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]

What it seemed to mostly do was make Octavia give in to the urge to fully embrace him back.

With the vibe that she would've curled up in his lap if it had been possible.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled and sank into the hug anyway. They could always... move this somewhere horizontal if needed be.

"Just be with me, darling," he said softly. "Keep a little of yourself, don't give it all away, because I like it in the package it is currently in."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm trying," Octavia mumbled.

As far as promises went, it wasn't her best one.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know."

Lucifer pressed a kiss into her neck.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a weak noise, like a protest.

As if she didn't also just lean into him more. She contained multitudes.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I will always be here to encourage you," Lucifer said quietly. "Even when you are lost."

[okteiviakom]

That did things. Inside Octavia's chest.

Her voice sounded tight.

"Can we... can we go just lay down for a while?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer murmured. "Come on, then."

He kept as much of a hold on her as he could, while he rose.

[okteiviakom]

It was a little awkward, getting up like that, but Octavia welcomed it.

It wasn't like she didn't want to keep clinging to him, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

Awkward, a little, yes. In fact, Lucifer half-carried her back into the cabin, feeling almost as if he was keeping her upright the entire way.

But soon they were in the bedroom, and he pulled her onto the bed with him.

[okteiviakom]

And that part was much easier. Practically just falling over.

And then Octavia doing her best to curl up against him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wrapped his arms around her, properly this time. He pressed his face into her hair, murmuring something soft and silly about how much he loved her.

No matter what.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't that silly. Not to her, the woman trying to soak it all up.

Octavia just buried her face against his neck and breathed him in.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are always worth something," Lucifer whispered. "Always. Even if you made a thousand mistakes, you would still be my Octavia, darling, I promise."

[okteiviakom]

"You can't know that," Octavia murmured.

But Lucifer never lied. Which meant he believed it.

Which was the best anyone could ask for.

She exhaled an unsteady breath.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know how I feel," Lucifer pointed out gently. "About you. And about him. About us."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia responded by trying to get more entangled with him. All limbs.

"I know," she murmured. Again like an apology of somekind.

[my_own_advocate]

She could entangle herself as much as she liked. Lucifer did his best to accomodate.

"As long as you know," Lucifer said quietly.

[okteiviakom]

It was quite the octopus act. Just trying to press body to body.

She gave a quiet hum.

[my_own_advocate]

"Okteivia," Lucifer murmured.

He fell silent, content to be in her octopus-like presence.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had nothing else left to say, either.

Just further contact, and breathing with him, and being with him. And trying to find the calm in that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers ran up through her hair, down her back, along her spine.

Back up again.

Over and over. Soothing.