Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2022-10-02 03:51 pm
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening
The main course of the evening would be a nice salad, this week. And that meant Octavia was chopping a lot of fresh things into a bowl that was fast filling up.
"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.
[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]
"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.
[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]
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"I think that's my line."
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The urge to touch was strong, here.
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She wasn't particularly keen on not being very close to him, right now.
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"That what we're calling me now?"
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"All I did was make you look at yourself in the mirror," she joked.
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"It feels good," she said. "Always does, and it did now." That was the most simple way to put it. "Everything else just fell away."
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While she was still sorting her own thoughts.
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