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]

"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.