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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Octavia made it down, put her yoga mat aside --

And went to pour essentially pints of rum to set out for the squirrels.

(Maybe at some point she would notice how her cheeks were burning.)

Duke took it and took a long sip.

"Do I want to know what she was talking about?"

Lucifer sighed. He reached up to press his fingers to his eyelids. "One of the best things about this relationship is how none of us have to be everything for one another, because together, we're enough," he said. "Octavia sometimes has needs we know you wouldn't be comfortable with, so we..." He dropped his hand. "We do that on our nights. And it's taken her a long time to become comfortable with herself about it."

He had promised Octavia he wouldn't give Duke any details. So he wasn't.

". . . Shit. And that woman, what, knew? What is she, a transformed squirrel?"

Fuck, there was a chilling thought.

"I don't know, but we should find out," Lucifer said. "I don't want Octavia retreating into herself because she feels she isn't safe."

"Definitely not. If she comes back here I'll fucking tase her."

How was that for a 'subbiest sub'.

"Good." Lucifer took a deep breath, and finally looked at him. "And you? Are you all right?"

Duke shrugged. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

Because a stranger just called him a sub and implied that he existed only to serve other people, maybe.

"Well, everything about that was disturbing," Lucifer pointed out. "Not just whatever she was saying about Octavia."

"Are you okay?" Duke asked. "You looked like you might go all Devil Face at her there for a minute."

"It's just. Important to me," Lucifer said, a little helpless. "That Octavia feels safe."

“I know,” Duke assured him. “She does too.” He reached over to tug Lucifer into a gentle hug. “And we love you for it.”

Octavia had realized how flushed her face was, by now. She just hadn't figured out anything she could do about it: the thing roiling inside her making it happen was still there.

(Funny how she'd thought she could keep her shame harnessed to only be accessed when she wanted to.)

She'd figured out, though, that she should probably bring one of the ridiculous things of rum outside, so that was what she was doing, now. Setting it by the entrance - and not taking a single step further out.

She almost called out to them, before the hug.

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.

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