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.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia, for her part, was feeling kind of jittery. But maybe it was in a good way, for once? She had therapy coming up in a couple of hours - resheduled, she'd told them, which was true if you considered the past several weeks' worth of no sessions at all just delayed - and then after...

After, she was finally going to settle on a place to test the salve.

So that was a lot, those two things. At the forefront of her mind even as she made it out onto the deck, and saw Lucifer. "Look who's cozy."