The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Thursday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Yesterday hadn't been great. Much like Lucifer, Octavia had come back to the Rouge for the night, but mostly because not doing so unannounced was something she was trying not to do, while doing so announced had felt like it would invite too many questions and make it all into far bigger of a deal than it had to be.

So she'd dragged her drunk self home. And in the morning, had made her hungover self stay with them all through breakfast. And then when the time had come for Duke to head into work, she'd taken off. Disappeared into the preserve, because if there was a place that could fix at least some of what she'd been feeling this week, it was there.

No comments on whether it had worked at all. But she was back, now. Sitting on one of the crates on the deck of the ship, holding a bottle of beer that she'd picked up from the Samsara, along with the sweater she'd stolen from Duke back when she'd moved back onto her own boat.

She hadn't gone below decks, yet. Hadn't announced her arrival, if anyone else was even in.

It was quiet, in the port. And she just wanted to listen to this silence for at least a few moments longer.

[ooc: Opennn.]

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[okteiviakom]

They'd be taking the nest apart tonight, not that Octavia was about to tell them that right now. Now that it was out there, she was no longer comfortable allowing herself that particular weakness.

But all she said, as she looked up at them and nodded, was, "I can work with that."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer might make a point of it... some day.

Not today, though.

Right now, he was sitting down on the bed, scooting backwards, looking up at both of them.

[betterthanaplan]

"It's a deal," Duke said. He gave Octavia a squeeze, then let her go to join Lucifer on the bed.

Octavia could take whatever time she needed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't take a lot of it.

She paused at the edge of the bed, though. But that was more about watching them.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached for Duke the moment he was close enough, sliding an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in. (Thankfully, they'd still left a pillow or two on the bed.)

"Better," he decided.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke leaned into him, resting his head against his chest, even as he watched Octavia in return.

"Better," he agreed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia got one knee on the bed. Then the other, though slowly.

Just trying to decide where she wanted to go.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft, amused noise at the sight of her expression, working his fingers idly into Duke's hair. "Are you coming or not?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke relaxed by degrees. He tilted his head into Lucifer's hand and watched Octavia, his mouth curling faintly in a small, unconscious smile.

[okteiviakom]

Don't mind Octavia, she was just warring internally over giving and taking. Or something like it.

Then she made her choice, crawling to where she could stretch out on the other side of Duke. Curling up against him there.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled at her as she moved, scooting a little more just to make their pile a bit snugger and tighter. "Ah, so much for stupid brains."

[betterthanaplan]

"Be nice to be able to turn 'em off," Duke said softly. He reached over to lace his fingers through Octavia's.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was already halfway into doing her best octopus impression all over him when he did. Arm and leg and everything.

"Yeah."

[my_own_advocate]

There wasn't much he could do for Octavia bar reach out and touch her arm, which Lucifer did.

He let out a quiet sigh. Kept playing with Duke's hair.