my_own_advocate | The OceaNyx, Approaching Fandom, Sunday Afternoon

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The OceaNyx, Approaching Fandom, Sunday Afternoon

Wasn't it always best to be eager to leave and equally eager to come home? No? Admittedly, both the desire to leave and the desire to return had been cloaked in some, ahem, unexpected emotional drama, but after reconciling several days ago, the mood had settled on the OceaNyx.

And thus, their route home had been rather less rushed than Octavia and Lucifer had originally intended for it to be. The extra time had been useful, if only to figure out how to work Duke's current troubling predicament into their daily routine without losing sight of each other again.

But now they were pulling back into the bay, and Lucifer was in what went for a galley on this small boat. Working on his 'we're back home, hurrah' lunch spread.

It wasn't with quite as much cheerful energy as on the way out, but it was certainly better than where he had been just a week ago, so. Small favors.

[[ for them who are on the boat. ]]

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"Mmm, well, I'm happy to provide," Lucifer said softly. He kissed her hair. "I'm glad you're feeling a touch better, love."

"Weird what a difference it makes when no one's isolated or isolating."

She didn't find it even a little bit weird.

"On a very small boat," Lucifer added.

"On a very small boat," Octavia agreed. "Which was supposed to be our time off from Fandom. Together."

Lucifer sighed. "And we did get our time off from Fandom," he said. "It's just apparently hard to get our time off from Haven."

"Yeah."

The word was a sigh, too.

"Should've known."

"Bloody Maine," Lucifer muttered.

It felt a little easier with her this close, though.

Octavia was only barely keeping herself from just sprawling over his lap, so... Good.

She gave a soft hum, then quieted down with her thoughts for a second.

Then asked, "How do you think getting home is going to go?"

"Well, it's the start of the term, so I suspect all the energy will be going into breaking in the new people, and we'll have a quiet time of it," Lucifer said, though he wasn't actually sure what she was asking about.

"Didn't mean the island," Octavia murmured. "I meant him."

Lucifer blew out a breath.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I don't even know how this bleeding troubles thing is supposed to work. If we find a trigger, does he just stop having the problem for good? Or does it start stacking?"

Octavia swallowed.

"And here I was just thinking about how much of a hermit this will make him again," she admitted, quietly.

"Ah," Lucifer said, after a pause. "Yes. I suppose it's not going to do great things for his depression, either. I do hope we get this touching thing fully sorted."

"I'd like that, too." Understatement of the week. "None of the trouble's are fair, but this one..."

Seemed kind of targeted.

"Is cruel and rude to all of us," Lucifer said.

"Yeah," Octavia said again. And went to try and bury her face in the crook his neck. Skin to skin, and no accident. "It really is."

Lucifer ran his hand up her back, cupping the back of her neck once she reached it.

Skin to skin, also.

"I wish we could all just curl up into a ball on the floor, honestly," he murmured.

"I know," Octavia sighed. "Just crawl into a nest."

"Some blankets, some pillows, and each other with as few clothes in the way as possible," Lucifer said. "And I don't even mean this in a sexy way."

Funny what over a week of Duke covered in clothing could do to a man.

"Some of it should be in a sexy way."

Yes, Octavia had settled in enough that she could at least think that. It hadn't really been on her mind much since Haven.

Lucifer laughed quietly. "Fair point," he said softly.

He drew a pattern on her skin. "At least we'll have Date Night back home again."

"At least there's that," Octavia murmured in agreement. "Though who knows what that will look like after... everything."

"How do you mean?" Lucifer asked.

"I had an okay handle on ny moods, before," Octavia said, quietly, sounding like she was still figuring it out as she spoke. "Now I don't have a guess what they'll be like."

Small sigh.

"And I don't mean that it's a big deal. Just... thinking out loud."

Lucifer nodded slowly. "Well," he said, "I think we've started to learn how to roll with changing moods, haven't we?"

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