my_own_advocate | 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 ]]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

From:

okteiviakom

A part of Octavia saw that as a reason to go in the exact opposite direction.

The rest of her walked on unsteady feet to his bedroom. Though she stopped right past the doorway, where she could actually see him.

Said nothing.

From:

my_own_advocate

"A word of advice," he continued, undaunted, "Next time you decide to punish yourself, maybe don't bounce your head off your easily-traumatized boyfriend's fists."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia looked away.

"I fucked up," she said. Her voice was all rasp, a little hoarse. The opposite of the wet whimper of 'please' that had been the last thing to come out of her mouth before this moment. "I'm aware."

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed. Took an empty glass.

Poured some minty water into it. "Are you injured? Seriously, I mean."

From:

okteiviakom

"Might have fractured my hand." On her own, even. "Maybe a concussion."

She'd bounced her head off the steel wall pretty hard, after all.

Not that Octavia sounded like either of those counted for much.

"It's nothing."

From:

my_own_advocate

"Remember what I said about the Stoics?" Lucifer asked, holding out the water for her.

From:

okteiviakom

"Don't care."

Octavia just stared at the offered water for a moment. Then reached for it --

Then switched hands. Her left hand would be better, probably, so that was what she used to take it.

From:

my_own_advocate

"Well, I do care, and it's my doorstep you've decided to leave yourself on," Lucifer informed her. "We'll take you to the clinic in the morning."

From:

okteiviakom

"Don't need it."

It was more of a weak kneejerk thing than it was a genuine objection. Octavia took a sip from the glass, then grimaced slightly as the cut on the inside of her lip didn't react well to the mint.

Then she drank more.

From:

my_own_advocate

"Yes, please do keep lying to my face about things I can clearly see are untrue," Lucifer told her. "What brought this on?"

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia chose to keep drinking until the glass was empty instead of answering.

Because she didn't know what to say.

From:

my_own_advocate

"He said you pushed him to hurt you," Lucifer said. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out you were trying to get punishment."

Well, if it had been any of a number of other motivations, it would've probably soared over his head. But this one, Lucifer knew well.

From:

okteiviakom

"It was an accident," Octavia said, the glass still hovering by her lips, her gaze downcast. Her voice hoarse. "At first."

From:

my_own_advocate

"And then?" Lucifer asked. "You decided you liked the taste?"

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia's voice went very quiet.

"Snapped."

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer glanced down at the hand she wasn't using.

"Yes, I can see that."

From:

okteiviakom

And the hand was pre-snapping, if he could believe it. Sort of.

Octavia was looking down, but not at her hand. Not at much of anything, really: her vision was blurring again.

The question caught in her throat a little. "Is he getting home okay?"

From:

my_own_advocate

"He's somewhere safe, sleeping it off," Lucifer said. Watching her. "I made sure of it."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia's nod was as shaky as the breath that followed.

"Good."

She used her bad hand to hastily wipe at one of her eyes. The knuckles stung again, but she barely noticed.

From:

my_own_advocate

"Sit down, Octavia," Lucifer said.

The stern irritability in his face had given away to something tired and worried.

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia wanted to.

But that required moving. And she didn't.

From:

my_own_advocate

"You need to rest," Lucifer said quietly.

From:

okteiviakom

"I don't want to."

Didn't deserve to?

She was getting all of those mixed up and tangled up a lot, lately.

From:

my_own_advocate

"So you'd rather keep loitering in my bedroom until you collapse?" Lucifer asked frankly. "You've plenty of time to atone for your misdeeds later. No need to rush."