Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Duke's ongoing issues with the troubles in his system had brought a new strain onto the Rouge, a constant push and pull of tension, then relief whenever Duke managed to resolve it. It had stripped away some of the peace the ship often brought to Lucifer, and yet he hadn't been particularly eager to leave it too often, for similar reasons.

And so, when he finally made his way to the mansion - early, this time - for date night, he had to take a guilty breath of air or two inside. Rather than make his way into the kitchen to prepare dinner, he went upstairs, turned on the hot tub, and took fifteen minutes to relax there. Quietly, on the balcony.

Or twenty.

Perhaps thirty?

He would get back to the kitchen soon. Truly.

[[ for her. ]]