okteiviakom | From the Beach to Lucifer's Mansion, Monday Morning

This wasn't the first time Octavia had ever woken up on a rocky shore, coughing up water and feeling battered and cold all over. But the familiarity didn't really do anything to make her more comfortable. The opposite, if anything.

Just like she supposed she should've been glad the island had at least seen fit to turn her back in the clothes she'd gone to bed in on Friday night, but it was hard to find any comfort in a soaked tank top and pajama pants clinging to your skin on a chilly morning in January.

Octavia clambered up on her feet - great, no shoes either - and looked around. Didn't take long for her to figure she was -- well, not right by where Lucifer's house was, but still much closer to it than she was to the port.

And several far too long moments later, she was outside the mansion. She banged on the front door, and muttered to herself, "You better not be at the Rouge."

She hadn't noticed the seaweed stuck in her hair, yet.

Or the way she was beginning to shake from the cold.

[ooc: Primarily for the two, unless you really want to cross paths with her on the trek from the beach!]

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Lucifer would communicate his (fond, not that he'd admit it) exasperation with a soft sigh.

Moved the arm that wasn't touching Octavia's arm until it wrapped around Duke, too, and made their little sandwich a bit more secure.

Octavia hummed the lines back to Duke.

And wrapped her arms that much more snugly around Duke. But she didn't look like she was trying to hide out against his chest anymore. Just resting the side of her face against it.

Duke looked up at Lucifer over the top of her head and gave him a small, grateful smile.

This was a lot easier to deal with when it wasn't just him trying to help Octavia on his own.

Lucifer caught the motion, and then Duke's gaze, flashing him a small smile of his own.

"Definitely snuggies," he said, clearing his throat, when it seemed they'd finished their singing. "And I still have the beginning of a breakfast downstairs, when we feel up for it."

Octavia's voice finally sounded a little less like she'd either just been crying, or was about to. "I don't think I ate all weekend," she admitted.

She hadn't been a very realistic mermaid.

"A big breakfast for you, then," Duke said, combing his fingers through her hair again. "And then sprawling on the couch. Luce can tell you about the TV show we found based on his life in LA."

"Turns out this showrunner who kept showing up to Lux demanding to hear stories was just doing research for his TV pilot," Lucifer said, following the line of her arm all the way down, now. "Who knew?"

So now he was just assisting her in hugging Duke, pretty much.

And Octavia didn't mind that at all. Though it was hard to tell whether her little hum was for that or Duke's hand in her hair.

"People are interested in you," Octavia rasped, rubbing a little circle against Duke's back. "What a surprise."

"You are a very interesting guy," Duke agreed.

"I know," Lucifer said, without a hint of shame. "Still, the television show is a new one."

Octavia finally stopped trying to hide herself altogether, and looked up, from one of them to the other.

Just... looked.

(Her eyes were sort of red, yes, but it wasn't that obvious here.)

"Ha yun," Duke said, faintly teasing. "Ready to dry off?"

Lucifer pulled his hand back from hers so he could touch her cheek.

What? Duke had already asked the important question.

Octavia's nod became more of a tilt into Lucifer's touch while she looked up at Duke.

"Sha."

She knew she should eat, anyway. (Didn't really feel hungry, but... That had not been a reliable indicator in a long time.)

Hunger could be tricky.

Duke shifted, maneuvering to be able to step back out of the shower without letting go of her completely. "C'mon then," he said. "Let's get cozy."

Lucifer let Duke go first, allowing Octavia to slip out of his grasp. He touched her back gently, then slipped past them out of the shower.

"But do try and get dry first," he said, holding out Octavia's towel. "Clothes are on that stool over there."

"I was wet all weekend," Octavia pointed out (and, no jokes, boys), "you don't have to tell me twice."

She reached for the towel without really pulling away from Duke, and cast... something of a wary glance towards the clothes.

Duke caught it.

"If you'd rather just hang out naked . . . can't say I disagree."

Lucifer snorted.

"Suppose the snuggies would keep the worst of the draft out."

"Just don't know what clothes those are," Octavia muttered. Hiding again, this time with the convenient excuse of trying to dry her hair with the towel. "That's all."

It'd matter, what she put on next.

"Want me to run to the Samsara and get you something else?"

"It's just a basic sweater and some trousers," Lucifer said, eyeroll firmly repressed.

He'd seen the kind of things she wore for comfort, just as Octavia had seen the kind of things he was likely to pick for her.

She remained sceptical.

But she also didn't have the words the explain it. "Okay," she muttered. "It's fine, jaka, you don't have to go anywhere."

Duke nodded, reaching for a towel of his own, and his pants. "Offer still stands if you change your mind."

Lucifer pushed a towel at him before he had to reach too far, and grabbed one himself. "It is really just a sweater," he sighed.

It was! Elegant, because he couldn't help himself, but simple and warm.

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