my_own_advocate | Deck of the Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

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 patted the bench beside him. "For you? Of course."

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okteiviakom

Octavia nodded.

And claimed the spot beside him, not hesitating before pressing up against his blanket-covered side.

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my_own_advocate

And Lucifer, naturally, wrapped an arm around her waist without a thought. "Good morning, love," he murmured. "How are you?"

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okteiviakom

"Feel busy today," Octavia replied, shrugging one shoulder but only barely, because of the lean and the arm now around her.

And sure, he only knew about two of the things she had planned - the therapy and the date night - but that was plenty.

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my_own_advocate

"You do have quite a Friday schedule," Lucifer teased gently. "Time for a lazy morning, at least?"

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okteiviakom

"I have a couple of hours to kill," Octavia confirmed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "No rush yet."

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my_own_advocate

"Good," Lucifer said.

He turned his head. Pressed a kiss against her temple.

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okteiviakom

"So claim as much as you want, I guess," Octavia added, in a murmur.

Mostly because of the kiss.

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my_own_advocate

"Well, then I claim at least an hour with you," Lucifer returned, voice hushed. "Your therapist and Duke can wait."

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okteiviakom

Octavia quirked a faint smirk, mostly just on one side. "I'm sure they'll be okay."

One of those people had already been waiting for quite some time, after all.

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my_own_advocate

"I'm glad to hear it."

Lucifer pressed a firm kiss against her cheek. "I was thinking about having a talk with Duke's contractors today, about the pool."

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okteiviakom

"What about? Just plans in general?"

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my_own_advocate

"How everything should look."

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okteiviakom

"And how should everything look?" was the next obvious question, so Octavia asked it, as she turned her head to look at him.

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my_own_advocate

"Well, it needs to be in line with the rest of the house, but since it's a pool, and specifically a pool where you will hopefully spend a lot of time, I also want it to feel more... natural," Lucifer mused. "Now, plants near a pool may end poorly, but we can at least use natural materials..."

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okteiviakom

"As long as they're sustainable," Octavia replied, shrugging.

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my_own_advocate

"Naturally," Lucifer said. "Sustainable. And pretty."

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okteiviakom

"So what's 'being in line with the house' mean?" Octavia asked.

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my_own_advocate

"Well, I do have a specific aesthetic in the house," Lucifer pointed out. "Art deco meets modernism meets traditional design. The pool area should compliment it."

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okteiviakom

Octavia naturally did not know half those words in this context.

"If you say so," she offered. "Feels like a separate thing to me."

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my_own_advocate

"It would just bug me if it wasn't all in tune with each other, darling," Lucifer said.

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okteiviakom

Octavia shrugged again. Very carefully, with her lean.

"Well, it doesn't look like you have to worry about that."

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my_own_advocate

"No, Duke was very clear that he wanted to cede this part of the process to me," Lucifer said.

He sounded quietly pleased about it, for many reasons.

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okteiviakom

"It is still technically your house," Octavia agreed.

Hence why she was keeping whatever pool preferences she might have had to herself. Aside from the sustainability things and telling Duke she needed to be able to swim laps, since both of those were actually important.

She patted his leg, then left her hand there. "Your call."