Deck of the Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Life appeared to have settled some on the Rouge - and in the mansion, where a great deal of conversations had taken place over the last few weeks. Lucifer, for his part, rather enjoyed the calm-- the heavy burden of foreboding and tension had lifted entirely from his shoulders.

It had been, he had to admit, quite a while since the last time he felt that way.

And so he found himself out on the deck surprisingly early, wrapped in an incredibly thick and clearly expensive blanket, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate, feeling all right with the world.

In fact, he might have even been humming one of the classics under his breath.

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled and kissed her mouth again, then slid his arm back down to her waist.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was holding on to her awkward embrace. It felt important to her, so she'd linger a little longer.

But she gave a content little sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer murmured softly, at that sound. "We are sailing through some tough times, but... we're figuring it out, I think."

[okteiviakom]

"Bit by bit," Octavia agreed, in the quietest possible murmur.

She wanted to believe in it, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit by bit," Lucifer agreed. "And every argument we end in peace and compromise is another victory."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed.

One of her hands moved, trying to get more squarely under his expensive blanket.

"And it's hard work."

[my_own_advocate]

The blanket gave away easily, and he smiled reflexively at the feeling of her hand on his clothing.

"Hard and painful," Lucifer said. "But... Worth it, I think.:"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia preferred getting just that little bit closer to his skin, too.

"I wouldn't bother if it wasn't," she murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know," Lucifer said softly. "And I really am proud of you."

[okteiviakom]

"Thank you," Octavia said, almost quiet enough to be a whisper. "I'm trying to do it for all of us."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded slowly.

"Seingeda," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a soft noise. Agreement.

And tried burrowing against him even more.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed his blanket open just a touch. He wrapped it around her, pulling her into a little cocoon of their own.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia curled up into it in a way that suggested that she might have been trying to crawl into his lap, had they not been on a bench.

But this would do too, this warm closeness.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a good thing. A connection unmarred by all their various complications, for once. Lucifer let out a soft sigh, and pressed his face into her hair, and lingered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did, too. It was a few moments later that she finally murmured, "You wanna steal me away to the pillow room for a while?"

Now, it wasn't generally her thing, no. But it seemed like something Lucifer would enjoy, and was by definition more comfortable than the bench.

And they still had a little bit of time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft, surprised laugh. "I would love to steal you away," he said. "Any time at all."

[okteiviakom]

"Well, I'm offering now," Octavia told him, gently amused.

[my_own_advocate]

"Come on, then," Lucifer said, finding her hand under the blanket.

He got up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed his lead, and got up too.

Holding his hand.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer held it until he had to let it go to get into the ship. Once in the galley, he turned to her, and raised an eyebrow.

"May I carry you, niron?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a huff but it was a soft one. More surprise mixed with thinking she shouldn't have been surprised, than anything.

"Yes."

[my_own_advocate]

That was all he needed. Lucifer lifted Octavia up into his arms, smile fond. "I do enjoy this," he said, as he turned towards the hallway.

[okteiviakom]

"Remembering I weigh nothing to you?" Octavia prompted, a very gentle tease.

[my_own_advocate]

"Having you in my arms," Lucifer said, smiling down at her.

It wasn't far to the pillow room. Alas.