The Pier on Cat Island, Monday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Well, nothing had gone catastrophically wrong since Duke left yesterday. Octavia and Lucifer had taken their portal, and found themselves standing immediately in the sunshine. Whatever burdens had laid on Lucifer's shoulders, many of them sloughed off at the sight of the sand and the surf.

Sometimes he missed Los Angeles, still. The beach helped. And while the temperatures could have been higher, they were comfortable, much more so than Fandom. So he had stretched, and set up the Fin and Tonic for inhabitation for the next few weeks, and that had been all.

And now he was here. Sitting on the edge of their pier, a pina colada in one hand, wearing a swimsuit that didn't quite aspire to the heights (or lows) of Eric's small speedos, his legs kicking idly over the water. There was a peace here he was desperate to embrace. He could only hope Octavia could find a fraction of it, as well.

(And Duke, out there on his boat, processing his demons.)

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[my_own_advocate]

"We'll be okay," Lucifer whispered. He rubbed her back. Firm, solid.

[okteiviakom]

"Will we?"

Tell her again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said softly. "We will be okay."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't sure she believed it. But maybe it was enough, for know, to know that he did.

She shifted just enough that she could look up at him. Search his face for something. What? Even she probably didn't know.

[my_own_advocate]

She would find something gentle, and loving, and a strange sense of calm faith even Lucifer wasn't sure he understood. "Yes?"

[okteiviakom]

It was beautiful to see, even with how Octavia was feeling. Especially with how Octavia was feeling.

She reached up, to kiss him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned into it. He kissed her back, trying to infuse it with his confidence, that faith.

[okteiviakom]

What Octavia was mostly getting was that he felt solid. He was there, and he would be there.

And she was just doing her level best to drink it all in, needy with her own lean.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had plenty of it to give. He wasn't sure how he'd wound up the solid part of anything, but he was willing to give it his all.

Especially when it seemed like she needed him so much.

He held her. Kissed her.

He would, for as long as she needed him to.

[okteiviakom]

It was probably going to be a long while. Octavia needed. The reassurance, the touch, the distraction.

Him.

Yes, it was going to take a while, this kiss and whatever followed from it.