The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday Noon

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been back for two days. In those two days, she'd done little more than sleep. (And eat, although that one was more at Duke's insistence than it was her body's will.) She definitely hadn't even considered leaving the boat. She wasn't considering it now, either.

She knew Duke had texted some of her -- some people to let them know she'd returned, and so she knew there were people in town who would probably want to see her. But as long as she didn't go out there, none of that was real, and she wouldn't have to find out how she felt about any of them now.

And they wouldn't have to find out how they felt about her.

But at least she was on the deck, now. Leaning against the gunwale and looking towards open water. It had not been many days since she'd seen this same ocean be nothing but a wasteland of sand. She kept trying to put the last two weeks together with where she was now, and failing, and feeling almost dizzy with the dissonance.

She didn't even realize her knuckles were white with how tightly she was gripping the railing.

[ooc: Ooopen, if you want to try your luck.]

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[okteiviakom]

More or less.

(She would've said less.)

After Magnus, Octavia had figured out she needed to keep an eye on the docks if she was going to be out here, so she had. Which meant she was watching Lucifer approach, out of the corner of her eye.

(There he was, the subject of near-death hallucinations, and many a desperate late night thought down in the bunker.)

Then she watched openly, once he'd set down the basket. But didn't call out to him. She was out of words.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer caught her watching him as he glanced over his shoulder.

He gave a most pointedly punctuating little - well, not little, it was rather dramatic, like most things Lucifer - wave, but didn't turn.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia remained perfectly still for a moment. Maybe a little too long.

Then she just nodded.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and returned to his walk.

What? That was a naked invitation - not that kind of naked - with only restrained theatrics. In less complicated circumstances Lucifer would be quite proud of himself.

[okteiviakom]

If you asked Octavia, there were nothing but complicated circumstances left, anyway.

She watched him go. And hoped she wouldn't find too much meat in the basket once the coast was clear enough for her to retrieve it.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a luxury brunch basket!

... which meant she'd find some expensive deli meats, but largely fancy cheeses, fresh fruit, juice and cakes.