Lucifer's Mansion, Very Late Friday Night

[okteiviakom]

There'd been the club.

And then some texts with Duke.

And then Lucifer's house, and specifically Lucifer's bed, where Octavia was now catching her breath and brushing her hair out of her face with a slightly lazy and uncoordinated hand, flopped down on her back.

[ooc: For the Devil in question, and some slight residual NSFWness may occur.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"You had a great deal of experiences that he... didn't," Lucifer said quietly. "Dark, ugly things that changed you."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded against his chest. "And not just that," she muttered. "He's thirty-four, and for him, it's been... less than eighteen months since he even met me."

Give or take a few months thanks to Haven.

[my_own_advocate]

"And you have years of a lost relationship in your head?" Lucifer guessed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded again. "I lost him for seven times the time he's even known me."

And she'd spent almost all of her adult life missing him.

Her voice dropped quieter again. "So when I say he's my everything, do I mean him or the ghost I lived with for so much of my life?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know," Lucifer said. "Which one of those things is he in your head, these days?"

[okteiviakom]

"Alive."

So that was good, right?

"Used to be more of a problem, before."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thought he might have died?"

[okteiviakom]

Not quite what she'd meant, but: "That, too."

She sighed quietly.

"You know, I'd done the math. When I was away. I took the time I'd been on Fandom, and compared that to how little time had passed on the Ground, and I'd done the math based on that. By the time I got yanked back here, I was sure he was going to be about ninety."

[my_own_advocate]

"Doesn't work out that neatly," Lucifer said softly, fingers sliding along her shoulder. "Thankfully."

[okteiviakom]

"Did he tell you I thought I was dreaming the entire first evening I was back?"

Because that had been very much related to her failed calculations.

[my_own_advocate]

"...No."

They hadn't talked much about that moment at all.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, I did," Octavia said softly. "I had dreamed of this place so many times, I --"

Inhale.

"It was the only way I could make sense of being here. Of being on the Rouge, and him being there. Exactly as I'd left him."

[my_own_advocate]

"That must have been..."

Lucifer didn't know the correct word for it, honestly.

"...Difficult."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia muttered. "I was happy about getting such a good dream."

At certain points, anyway. She hadn't done great with Duke challenging the idea that it was a dream.

[my_own_advocate]

"The waking up, at least," Lucifer said. "This almost sounds like you were on drugs."

[okteiviakom]

"Might as well have been," Octavia muttered.

Her grip on reality had been questionable. She supposed some of it may have been her brain's feeble attempt to protect her.

[my_own_advocate]

"So you thought of Duke as some kind of fever dream for a long time," Lucifer said. Still puzzled. "Right."

[okteiviakom]

"For an evening," Octavia clarified. "Knew all this was real once I woke up the next morning."

And what fun had that been.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said.

That seemed like it would cover that.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just gave a vague hum. Kind of a weak one, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid his fingers over her cheek, then trailed them back down over her arm.

And found her hand eventually.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers pushed between his about as soon as he had.

She sighed.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave her fingers a squeeze. "It's a bit of a miracle," he said, "How much of a mess you can make in your own head."

A pause.

"All those expectations."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pulled back enough that she could tilt her head up to see him.

Her unimpressed look was faint, though. Tired.

[my_own_advocate]

"I mean, I thought I'd find the Detective waiting for me as desperately as I'd been missing her," Lucifer mused.