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 ]]

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