Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Octavia was back at work. Just like that. Like this was a normal week, and they'd had a normal time, and he entire world hadn't suddenly gone upside down.

Lucifer was having a harder time of it. Perhaps, though, she was right, and what he needed was some... semblance of a routine again.

So on a whim, he'd texted Duke about date night. Then he'd run off to the store to pick up supplies, and... now he was here. In the kitchen. Readying his lasagna for the oven while he waited for Duke to arrive, a bottle of wine sitting on the table.

Everything. Was fine.

[[ for him ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

And for the other. . . . Duke set the knife aside and pressed his thumb to the wound he'd made, putting pressure to stop the bleeding even as he waited to see if the blood affected him at all.

He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting.

And waiting.

He opened one eye and slowly lifted his thumb. Lucifer's blood sat on his skin, like it would for anyone else. He let out a delighted bark.

"Trouble free!"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a bark of a laugh of his own. Didn't mean to match Duke, it just-- slipped out.

"Congratulations, darling!"

This was the correct time to sweep Duke into a hug, yes? Well, he was doing it either way.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke did not argue. He was still laughing, folding Lucifer in a hug in return and letting himself get swept off his feet.

"Oh my god," he said. (No pun intended.) "Oh fuck. It's gone. It's really gone!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Finally," Lucifer said.

Should he...?

Ah, fuck it. He twirled Duke around.

"Trouble-free!"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was not at all used to being twirled. He was not a small man. But he threw his head back and laughed harder, hanging on tight, letting Lucifer do with him as he liked.

"This means Tavi should be too, right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"... I think you're a better judge of that than I," Lucifer said, setting him back down. "I'm not entirely certain what happened. Outside of what I, ah. Did."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke rested his hands on Lucifer’s shoulders. “Yeah. That part didn’t make any sense to me at all. It kinda still doesn’t.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I... think... I just... told your body to remember how to function," Lucifer admitted. "I can't say I have-- more insight."

[betterthanaplan]

“Yeah, I didn’t mean so much about that. More . . . metaphysically, maybe.” He offered Lucifer a little smile. “And I don’t actually expect an answer.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Good, because I don't have many, I fear." And the idea of going to get any was terrifying. "What did you do?"

[betterthanaplan]

“I think . . . I was stiffed so full of troubles that I sort of saw them from the inside. Saw how they really worked.” Duke shook his head, trying to piece together how to explain something that had seemed utterly obvious at the time but now felt patently absurd. “Mara, she kind of put a leash on a fucking demon. So I . . . let the demon go.”

[my_own_advocate]

"... Right," Lucifer said. He tilted his head. "Well, that's spectacularly unhelpful, love."

[betterthanaplan]

“Says the guy who says he ‘told my body to remember to function,’” Duke teased. “None of it makes sense. But . . . I’m here. Without a trouble. So I’m not complaining.”

[my_own_advocate]

"And hopefully so is Octavia," Lucifer said. He pulled a face. "We should've blown up the place just to be sure."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke huffed. "Still have friends there," he said. "I should call Gloria. I'll try to remember to do that tomorrow."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "More wine?" he said. "For tempting fate."

[betterthanaplan]

"More wine," Duke agreed. "And let's dig into that lasagna!"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer poured him a new glass. "Sit down, then," he said. "And I'll come bring you your food."

[betterthanaplan]

"You spoil me," Duke teased, and sat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Someone has to," Lucifer said, slipping back into the kitchen to free the lasagna from the oven.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a soft laugh, leaning back in his chair and sipping his wine as he watched Lucifer move.

He was gorgeous. Everything about him. Sure, there was the whole celestiality to him, but Duke was sure even if he weren't literally an angel, Lucifer would be phenomenally beautiful.

[my_own_advocate]

Even wearing oven mitts? Because those were quite sizable black-and-red oven mitts Lucifer returned with, holding on to the large casserole dish. Above said casserole, though, he was grinning.

It was good to get to look at Duke and not worry about him falling apart in some way or another.

"Here we are," he said, setting the hot dish down in front of him. "Made the passata myself some days ago."

[betterthanaplan]

Especially in oven mitts. Something about the domesticity just added to the whole aura.

"Of course you did,' he said. "It smells amazing."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took off the mitts and set them aside, sitting down himself. He leaned over to start cutting squares. "I hope you'll enjoy it," he said. "I also have tiramisu sitting in the fridge."

Was someone planning to deal with his feelings by pampering Duke again? Absolutely.

[betterthanaplan]

"I love it when you go domestic," Duke mused, still watching Lucifer over the lip of his wine glass. "It looks good on you."