Lucifer's Mansion, Very Early Saturday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer came back from his shift at the bar - and subsequent trip to the hotel - in decidedly less grand spirits than that he'd started it. Morose Duke was never good, and morose Duke over-- whatever that incredible mess was...

It had Lucifer wishing Seivarden had been around for some distraction. He hadn't exactly been in the mood to pick up somebody new, especially not after Duke had told him everything.

At least sleep would probably do him good. He let out a sigh and turned the last corner towards his house, keys already in hand.

Wait. Was there someone sitting on the steps?

[[ for someone; CW for mentions of self-harm and suicidal ideation ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer just sighed in frustration, folding his vest and putting it on the nightstand.

He was not taking off anything else, thank you. He slid under the covers instead.

[okteiviakom]

Absolutely no one was expecting him to take anything off in the first place.

Octavia wanted to roll her eyes at his sighing, but even that took more energy than she had. And would probably hurt, too. (Still, the urge was good to have. It was more normal than most others tonight had been.)

She set the robe aside, then slipped under the covers on her own side of the bed. Tried to lay on her back - and was immediately reminded of how sore the bump at the back of her head was.

So with a quiet sigh of her own, she turned onto her side, her back towards Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer flipped the lightswitch and turned away from her as well.

"I would actually like to get some sleep," he said, "So please give it a try."

[okteiviakom]

"I've had nightmares all week," Octavia rasped quietly. "So... Good luck."

[my_own_advocate]

"If all else fails, there's always my medicinal cabinet," Lucifer muttered.

Was pot a smart thing to take with a concussion?

[okteiviakom]

Or with the rest of Octavia's mental state?

She said nothing. Just closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

Or something close enough to it, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer held his breath for a little bit, but there was no more noise from her end of the bed.

He closed his eyes, too.