Outside Lucifer's House, Very Late Tuesday/Very Early Wednesday

[okteiviakom]

Duke had not turned up on the island for his class.

That meant that his 'couple more days' in Haven were officially up, and he was nowhere to be found.

Octavia didn't have the Portalocity app on her phone, so after his class she'd had to make her way down to the actual office in town - which meant she was now probably banned from there for her reaction to the news that all connections to Duke's universe were currently down.

And that had been before she'd come back home to the Cape Rouge and rage-screamed at the ocean.

And, then...

Fast forward to much, much later, so late it didn't even count as Tuesday anymore. (And, good, because Tuesday had not treated her well.) Octavia found herself sitting on the steps to Lucifer's mansion, cradling the remains of what was probably a rather expensive bottle of bourbon. And she was singing to herself, quiet and a little slurred. "Deimeika gonot, graun laik pauda... 'So ona trikova, ba ha na kik raun riskiwe, ba nowe na soujon --"

It cut off with a rough, bitter laugh bubbling up.

[ooc: For the patron devil of all drunken idiots, and SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Just stop," Lucifer said, pulling back a little to look her in the eye. "Right now, there's little reason to believe he won't return."

[okteiviakom]

Her eyes were red and puffy, unsurprisingly.

And had something of a look of desperation. Even before her expression started crumbling again.

"But I'm always losing people."

[my_own_advocate]

"So don't assume they're lost until they are," Lucifer sighed. "You've got more than enough misery as it is."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm tired of hoping."

How much of it was one person supposed to be able to do, anyway?

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, because anticipatory despair is so much better."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a weak, whimpery noise of protest, and let her forehead drop against the top of his chest again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed and pulled her into a tighter hug. "What you need is some sleep," he said. (And for him to keep an eye on her so she didn't hurt herself in her current sorry state.) "Tomorrow I can help you yell at those gnomes."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an indistinct noise that may have been an 'okay'. Now, she was just trying to curl up further, like she was making herself as small as possible.

As if she could disappear if she tried hard enough, and finally get away from herself.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shoved down the sheets (he really hoped she'd fall asleep soon so he could get a change of clothes here) and then pulled them up again, this time over her. "Have you had any water?" he asked gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was suddenly feeling exhausted, so that hope was a viable one.

"'S water in booze."

[my_own_advocate]

"Booze dehydrates you," Lucifer said, though he was pretty sure that, much like Duke a few weeks back, he wouldn't be getting any water in her in time. "But never mind. Go to sleep, dear Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another vague noise, probably kneejerk objection that made little sense considering her eyes were already closed. Sleep just hadn't been her friend in a -- well, since she'd come back from the Ground, really.

But she shouldn't have worried. She was going to sleep like the dead, tonight.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid away from her - and the bed - as soon as she seemed out. He changed quickly into some loose trousers and a shirt, and then returned there.

"Humans are going to be the bloody death of my beauty sleep," he muttered, before settling into uneasy sleep himself.