okteiviakom | The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Wednesday Afternoon

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The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Wednesday Afternoon

Octavia was starting to feel like she was on a slightly more even keel, post-Haven. Things with Duke were still... maybe a little off, but, they were working on that, bit by bit. And while she hadn't really managed to unpack everything with her therapist yet, she'd at least opened up about some of it.

Things were moving forward.

And this afternoon, Octavia herself was moving. Specifically, on her yoga mat rolled out on the deck of the Rouge. It wasn't super warm out, but that was fine.

It felt like she could breathe.

[ooc: Open! ETA: NFB on all the sex talk, pls and thank you!]

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Lucifer hugged Duke back-- just for a moment. He wasn't the one who needed-- reassurance right now.

They did.

He cleared his throat, and... spotted Octavia right over Duke's shoulder. "She's back," he murmured.

Duke looked back at her and flicked her a tiny smile. "Hey, snogon."

Octavia wasn't moving.

"Are you coming in?"

Good job only sounding a little strained, there, Tavi.

Lucifer pulled away from Duke a fraction, so he could shoot the man a quick look of that-seems-for-the-best.

"Yes, of course."

Duke returned the same look, and pulled slowly away so he could head towards Octavia.

"We can close things up. Hang out in the bedroom or the pillow room or something, if you want."

He wasn't' sure if her arm was up for the sauna yet.

It wasn't. Which was just as well, because neither was she.

Octavia shrugged a little, ducking her head as she turned to head back inside.

And Lucifer followed them quickly, making sure to shut the door as soon as he and Duke were inside. "I'll lock it," he promised, and turned to do just that.

"If it seems like this is more than a one day thing, I vote we just head to sea," Duke said. "Linda did basically prescribe me a vacation."

Octavia made her way into the galley, and sank into a seat in the booth.

Judging by the empty bottle of rum on the table, it was where she'd been sitting while she'd been here alone, too.

Lucifer hurried inside. He was beside her in moments, sinking down on one side of the booth. Hoping Duke would get it, and help him flank Octavia between them.

Duke . . . needed more of a hint than that. He slid in across from them.

Or, well, maybe he was feeling a little bit on the outside, after hearing so succinctly that they got up to things he had no idea about.

He'd grabbed some glasses on his way over, and seeing that the bottle was empty, leaned across to his liquor cabinet to find something else to pour them all.

"Brandy or bourbon?"

They were doing that thing again. Bumping into each other in the dark, flailing about.

Which was to say that upon seeing what seat Duke chose, Octavia slid further away from Lucifer. Tried to put more of an equal distance between all three of them, even if it meant isolating herself when she didn't want to.

Lucifer sighed. The look he gave Duke wasn't exactly 'crazy eyes', but it was a cousin.

At least the nod towards Octavia's other side that he did wasn't even remotely subtle?

Duke blinked at Lucifer. Then at the indicated spot.

“Shit.”

He scrambled up and around to squeeze in next to her, ignoring the little voice in his head that chanted “subbiest sub” as he did.

And here was Octavia now feeling the self-conscious urge to try and not touch either of them. She was trying to fight past it, though she was now firmly only looking at the table.

"You could have just asked him," she murmured.

Even though she hadn't really been looking up, it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.

"Yes, well, we could have all done loads of things, including punting that woman into the sea the moment she called you 'Tavi', but we didn't," Lucifer said, scooting towards Octavia to bridge all the empty space.

And Duke, now aware of the plan, scootched in on her other side, his arm draped across the back of the bench behind her.

“Seriously. That chick was fucked up. What the hell.”

Octavia was still trying to make herself small. She'd maybe snap out of it in a moment.

"Yeah," she muttered. "I know."

Lucifer moved until his hip bumped against Octavia's, and he placed his hand on her knee. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too," Duke said, tilting his head against hers. "What you two do is between you two. No one deserves to have their private time blasted in public like that."

Octavia's eyes closed tightly. But she didn't need to be looking at anything to slide her hand onto Duke's thigh. The other, over Lucifer's hand on her knee.

(Giving in.)

"What did he tell you?"

"That it's not his place to tell me anything, except that you need something that he can provide." Duke put the hand not on the back of the bench on top of hers on his thigh. "Which is all I need to know."

Feeling at all left out was his own issue to deal with, not theirs.

Lucifer's mouth curved a tiny bit. He looked at Duke past Octavia, searching his face.

He held his hand steady under hers.

Octavia sighed, tilting her head a little more against Duke's. Hesitated, and then... chose to speak. If quietly.

"Yu mema haiplana in?"

One side of this had been their game, first, before her past had gotten in the way.

"Heiplan --" Duke started, then cut himself off.

Yes, he remembered that game. Vividly.

"Ah."

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