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Deck of the Cape Rouge, Sunday Afternoon
This certainly had been an emotionally eventful week, hadn't it? For the first time since Duke... exploded... Lucifer found himself in a decent mood, sleeping in to just about noon before cooking himself up a ridiculous breakfast.
Then there was coffee, and a still-somewhat-asleep Devil wandering onto the deck with a large mug that read 'Nail Satan' and a blanket slung over his shoulder. He sat down, facing the boardwalk, and stretched his legs out.
Sigh. A content one, for once. Not entirely without underlying strain, still, but close enough.
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Then there was coffee, and a still-somewhat-asleep Devil wandering onto the deck with a large mug that read 'Nail Satan' and a blanket slung over his shoulder. He sat down, facing the boardwalk, and stretched his legs out.
Sigh. A content one, for once. Not entirely without underlying strain, still, but close enough.
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Her shoulders had stopped shaking, and the sobs had ceased.
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He just... kept. Going. Waiting. Listening to her breathe, to her settling.
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Her cheeks felt too warm.
"I'm sorry I thought you didn't want to," she told him, very, very quietly. Her voice sounded like... Well, like she'd been crying her eyes out. No surprise there. "That was stupid."
And it wasn't even the only thing.
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His hand finally slid up, into her hair. "I'm glad I could at least disabuse you of that thought."
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But she was already feeling embarrassed, so what was one more thing?
"I almost dropped by the house yesterday," she muttered. "Thought I'd take a bath, maybe. But I -- I couldn't make myself go in. Into the house."
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"Why not?" he asked. "You know you're always more than welcome to."
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"Didn't feel... mine. My place."
More in the figurative sense, but it was hard for her to put into words. What with the shame now that some of her thoughts had cleared.
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Duke and Octavia were going to give him a complex, with how odd they were about his house, honestly.
"It's ours."
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Hence:
"I know. But I felt like, with the date nights..."
She didn't actually want to finish that thought out loud, so she hoped he could infer enough from her trailing off.
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"You will always be just as important as Duke," he said. "And just as welcome."
Was it too much? She seemed less caught up in the thought than she'd been a few minutes ago, but...
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She said the back half of that very fast, with her voice getting a little strained towards the end.
Like she was sorry.
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His fingers kept moving through her hair.
"I understand," he said. "... What happened, I mean. Why is a mystery to me, as well."
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She just squeezed her eyes shut and drew in another big breath.
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Then, when no theories were forthcoming: "I'll take that as a 'yes' to date night tonight."
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And was still in an emotionally fragile enough of a headspace to admit it.
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"Anything, darling," he said softly.
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"Right now," Octavia said, "I think I need to... cool down for a while."
Clean up her face, probably, too.
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"Maybe I'll read for a bit or something," she said. "You're still at breakfast. There's time before... date night."
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He turned his head and pressed a kiss against her temple. "Take as much time as you need."
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Her eyes were still kind of red, her face a little puffy. That was going to be the first order of business.
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Then he dropped his hands.
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Then gave him one last look.
"Keep the dinner simple?"
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