my_own_advocate: (lucifer - hot piano mess)
He'd left the club early and gone on walkabout. On to the beach, for some reason. Maybe because it reminded Lucifer of Los Angeles. Maybe just because it seemed quiet, even if the first spot he'd ambled towards turned out to be occupied.

He found a spot on the other side of Serenity Cove eventually, sinking down into the sand with his bottle in hand. He shrugged out of his jacket and tugged the top button of his shirt loose, and brought the wine back up to his mouth.

Maybe he'd just come here because the view was as different from Hell as you could get.

He felt lost. Maybe he'd been feeling lost for a while, actually. He'd just... buried it in things to do, as per usual, except what he could do, he didn't really want, and what he wanted-- well, that was complicated, if he knew what it was at all. It had seemed a lot clearer in Hell, when he'd had just his own mind, before the Detective had sent him away.

The phone in his pocket still wasn't ringing. Even Miss Lopez remained busy.

So here alone with his wine, it'd be.

[[ posting this in personal journal to avoid conflicts with the other beach post, but open! ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - shirtless grin)
Lucifer's conversations with Octavia since she came back had been... touch and go, to say the least. Still, he had somehow managed to convince her to come try sunbathing, at least once.

So he arrived to their prearranged spot, nice and out of the way of other Fandom traffic, wearing swim trunks (so if she got bored, they'd have something else to do), a beach ball (... the same), and, well, a basket full of fancy beach food he had had absolutely no hand in preparing whatsoever.

He was especially happy with the massive pitcher of sangria, which he put down on its own little wooden platter next to where he'd spread his towel.

There was little in this life that couldn't be greased with sangria.

[[ for the former Red Queen ]]

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