okteiviakom | The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Evening

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The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Evening

After seeing Hope off in the park, Octavia had made her way back to the port largely on autopilot, her mind whirring loops around itself as it tried to process this weekend. This month. This knowledge that the Samsara would once again be empty, like she liked it (didn't she?), once she returned to it.

Because that was where she was going, right?

... Then why did she find herself stopping by the Rouge, instead? Standing right at the edge of the gangplank, the toes of her boots at a breath's distance from it. Hovering, like she didn't know what to do.

Because she didn't.

[ooc: For the boys.]

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Lucifer was out on deck, enjoying a childfree Rouge. And the ambiance of the evening.

Ugh. He was even starting to enjoy the whole 'sound of the water at night' thing. Clearly something was horrifically wrong with--

He caught sight of Octavia from the corner of his eye.

And turned his head to look at her.

It took a long moment for Octavia to notice him, because it took Octavia a long moment to actually look at the ship and not just the gangplank.

Not that she really knew what to do with seeing him, either.

She looked tired. And a little lost. Tried to square her shoulders now that she'd been caught, but it didn't do much.

"Octavia," Lucifer said quietly.

He took a moment to jerk into action, but then he was barging down the gangplank to meet her.

Well, 'meet', for some value of 'hug closely to himself'.

Octavia practically fell into it, once his arms were around her.

Though at least this time, after a moment, her own arms also twitched up to wrap around him.

“You came here,” Lucifer whispered, drawing her in tighter.

"I was deciding," Octavia muttered.

Like that explained the way she'd been standing right here, not fully on board the ship but clearly not on her way to her own boat, either.

"Of course," Lucifer said, cupping the back of her head with one hand. "I really have missed you, you know," he said, quieter again.

Octavia almost said something, but found the words got lodged in her throat. Or couldn't even squeeze out of her lungs.

Her arms tightened around him.

"I know you need time and space," Lucifer murmured. "I don't want to rush you."

So he was just determined to tell her all the things the softer parts of her wanted to hear, today, huh?

Octavia kept clinging, with a shuddery little breath.

"Just," Lucifer said, and something in his voice cracked and he didn't know why. "I hope you'll decide to come to me a little more often."

Octavia heard it.

And was confused by it.

That was evident in her expression when she pulled her head away from his chest enough to look up at his face.

Lucifer smiled at her. It was a little wan.

His hand slid up to brush her hair away from her face, lingering on her cheek.

Octavia's head tilted into it. Her eyes stayed on his.

It felt like she was seeing him for the first time in weeks.

"Hey," she murmured.

"Hello," Lucifer said, the corners of his mouth briefly sliding up.

"I..."

The words tried to get stuck again. Octavia pushed through it, though her voice was quiet, and unsteady.

"I've missed you, too."

Suddenly it felt like something he should hear.

Duke had taken the long route home after sending Ginger home through the portal. He needed the time alone to try to sort through his own head, trying to figure out what, if anything, in his head she had put there.

He missed her. That was probably one of them.

. . . Octavia was on the gangplank. Hugging Lucifer. Duke stopped at the edge of pier, trying to decide whether or not he should interrupt.

Another quirk of Lucifer's mouth. "Good," he said softly. "Because I'd rather not think about the alternative."

(It soothed something inside of him, hearing that. Focusing on Duke had distracted him from most of his feelings about Octavia's absence, but those feelings were still there.)

He pressed his forehead against hers, leaning down a bit to reach her.

Octavia exhaled a deep sigh, her eyes closing. Stinging, faintly.

She was so unbelievably tired.

And completely unaware that Duke was anywhere near them.

He should go. He should definitely go.

But they were basically standing in his front door.

He went over to the Samsara to sit against the gunwale and wait.

"Come, sit on the deck with me," Lucifer said, after some measure of time even he wasn't sure of. "I'll pour you any drink you want."

By which he meant he'd find something that wasn't alcoholic if she asked for it.

"Okay," Octavia sighed, opening her eyes again, though they stayed downcast now.

It should not come as a shock to anyone that she wasn't super interested in a drink of any kind. She was just willing to go with it.

They were going to sit on the deck. Duke felt an unreasonable urge to try to sneak onto his own boat.

Finally, he pushed to his feet and started down the pier, his footsteps loud enough that they'd hear him coming. He could just pretend he hadn't been hanging out watching them hug, like some kind of creep.

Lucifer's fingers had already found Octavia's and tangled with them by the time he heard Duke. He looked up. "Ah," he said, "Well, I suppose he was bound to come home eventually."

He let out a breath. "No serious conversations," he murmured.

Octavia turned to look, as if she hadn't known who it was from the footsteps alone, let alone Lucifer saying that.

She looked helpless as she looked at Duke. Almost worried.

Yes, she knew she'd been the one to pull away, to ask for space, but the snapshot of his face, his words, his tone before he'd walked away from her at the club were fresh on her mind.

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