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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[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed. Then she finally stood up. Slowly, but she did it. And undid the robe, slipping it off her shoulders.

This probably wasn't the way he'd hoped to see her in such a state of undress again either, huh?

[my_own_advocate]

... Lucifer had had no plans to get naked at all, so he was mostly moderately surprised.

He only took off his vest, glancing back at her only briefly. "I could have just gotten you some PJs," he said.

Those scars looked ugly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia knew better than to think she could sleep in a robe, and he'd vanished her own clothes.

"If you want."

Skin was just skin.

There were many scars, but yes, he could probably tell the most gruesome ones - the pair that matched on her stomach and her back from when she got run through with a sword - were the reason she'd rejected all crop tops and bikinis and low-cut backs.

[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.