The Beach, Isla San Pedro, Chile, Saturday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

It was a balmy 20 degrees celsius out here in the tail end of the Chilean summer, and Lucifer, for his part, was making the best of it. He had dragged a nice lounge chair out to the beach as soon as the temperatures started to pick up, as well as a large bottle of wine.

And now he was there, on the beach, absolutely starkers, sipping his wine. The anxieties of the past month forgotten.

Watching the surf, his portable radio spitting Sinatra.

Heaven had nothing on it.

[[ open for them who are there ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke had been . . . careful around Lucifer since their argument when they arrived. He was not at all used to Lucifer reacting to what Duke saw as simple honesty, and he had no idea how to go about fixing it.

Al’s he was pretty sure the urge to “fix it” wasn’t, like. Healthy? So yeah. He’d been treading carefully. Trying to follow Lucifer’s lead instead.

But it was hard to see his boyfriend chilling out naked like that and not, well, come join him.

He came out with a couple apples and a towel to sprawl on.

“You look comfy!”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted up against the sun in Duke's general direction.

"Comfier in a chair than on a towel," he said.

You could tell he was trying because the first words out of his mouth hadn't been 'oh, you're here'.

[betterthanaplan]

There were literally three people on the entire island. That response would have been devastating.

“Glad to hear it,” Duke said, laying out his towel and stretching out on it next to him. (He was also entirely naked, yes.) He held up one of the fruits in his hand. “Apple?”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted one eye back open and glanced over there. "You brought apples, of all things?"

Not so much judging as confused, yes.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had not thought about the vague biblical implications of his fruit choice, no. So he looked confused right back at Lucifer. “You’d rather have an orange?”