Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Tomorrow, they'd be home in the Bahamas again, most likely. But right now... Octavia and Lucifer were exploring the latter's old mansion. In Octavia's case, with a glass of wine in hand, and a sort of a permanent mix of amusement and curiosity on her face.

"Oh, there's a lot that hasn't been done yet, isn't there?" she said, peering into the living room. "Weird."

[ooc: For that guy with all the gray! No, the other one.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I'm just-- so proud of you, for everything you've done," Lucifer whispered. "I wish I could stop doubting what I've done."

[okteiviakom]

"You know I have a lot to doubt, too," Octavia murmured. "Things usually seem more clear from the outside."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. He slid up, cupped her face with one hand. He brushed a thumb over some of the lines on her face.

He looked at her.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia looked back at him.

Quiet and calm.

[my_own_advocate]

Like the ocean, or the woods.

"Sometimes you and him are all that keep me together," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips curved softly on one side. A little wry, but warm.

"It's what we're here for," she whispered.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer said, voice rough.

He kissed her gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia reciprocated in much the same way, with gentleness and warmth.

An ease.