my_own_advocate: (lucifer - really now?)
Every once in a while, Lucifer got it into his head that he wanted to meet Octavia where she lived. So to speak. Metaphorically. Technically she lived on the Rouge with him, but one got what he meant.

Today... was one of those days.

"Right," he said, observing the trees before him. "So... show me something pretty."

[[ for her, and sp. ]]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - fondness is in the eyes)
Lucifer and Octavia had their Sunday rituals down to a T. And that-- well, that made Lucifer a bit contrarian, at times. There was nothing wrong with their tradition, healing as it was, but doing the same thing over and over again wasn't always that exciting.

And, all right. Perhaps he was still processing his own healing breakdown a week after the fact.

So he'd promised Octavia a surprise. Shown up with some take out bags and a smile.

She'd probably figured out where they were going well before the first trees came into view. It was a bit chilly, that couldn't be helped, but still: Lucifer thought the ambiance would help. "Almost there."

[[ for her ]]

Profile

my_own_advocate: (Default)
Lucifer Morningstar

July 2025

S M T W T F S
  12345
6 789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated 8 July 2025 07:50
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios