my_own_advocate: (lucifer - intent shirtless drinking)
Lucifer Morningstar ([personal profile] my_own_advocate) wrote2020-07-03 11:04 pm

Lucifer's Mansion, Very Early Saturday Morning

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 ]]
okteiviakom: ([neg] running on empty)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2020-07-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There was someone sitting on the steps. Someone had been sitting on the steps for quite a while, actually.

Octavia had stayed in the hold on the Rouge for -- Actually, she had no solid guesses as to how long. Until her vision had started clearing, anyway. And then she'd gotten up and, just.

Left.

Because she'd realized what she'd done, and couldn't stay. Not in Duke's home. And she couldn't go on her own boat because that was not far enough away. So. Here she was, sitting on Lucifer's steps, looking drained, wrung out. There was dried blood still on her chin and on her hands.

Welcome home, Morningstar.