If I may play the me's advocate for a moment...

Months ago, Lucifer had found a private island that promised sea otters. This week, Octavia had finally asked him to take her. And so there they were, on a little speedboat out of nearby Skarstad - Lucifer had guessed she wouldn't want the helicopter option.

A little money in the seller's pocket had allowed them to go it alone. Lucifer was appreciative.

For now, though, he leaned forward as they approached the beach. "Look at all those birds!"

Sometimes you just had to do Date Night a completely different way.

[[ for her! ]]

Had you ever had one of those weeks in which you just kept being struck by the changes in your life? Because this trip was shaping up to be exactly that for Lucifer. He wasn't sure what had brought it on - Dr. Linda felt it was, perhaps, that the anniversary had brought it home. This notion that he'd had-- a significant period of stability now, that might actually continue.

Well. Significant for a human.

And there was the... God thing, still waiting for him.

So continue was relative.

Just how relative, he hadn't decided yet. But he wasn't in a hurry. No.

He'd brought a bottle of wine into the living space with him while Duke and Octavia were off doing... whatever they were doing. (Multiple bottles of wine.) He stared out the window, pensive, as he drained glass after glass of red.

Trying to let it all fall into place. Because it was time, wasn't it?

[[ open for phone calls, texts, and those who are here! ]]

It wouldn't technically be their anniversary for a few more days - or had already been weeks and/or days ago depending on whether you counted Duke's nearly-bungled proposition and which stage of it - but Fandom had Fandomed, so why wait? Lucifer had bustled everyone into the portal in the morning, and they'd driven up to his castle (which, at least, he'd gotten cleaned prior to the whole repeating Friday debacle), ooh'ed and aah'd at it for about five minutes, and then rushed indoors to get warm.

The old-fashioned way.

... both in terms of nudity and in terms of blankets.

And that was where they remained, under several layers of warm blankets in a room that exuded both modern luxury and medieval castle in equal measure. Lucifer hadn't been here in decades, but he'd made damned sure the place had been ready for their arrival well in advance. The wardrobe was old but cleaned and refurbished, as was the bed, there were mood candles aplenty, a full wine cellar, and... loads of other things he couldn't think about right now, actually.

"I'm never leaving this bed again," he informed Duke's shoulder. "Ever."

[[ for those who are there, and la la, I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't just linkdrop all that so I don't have to keep searching for those threads. ]]