The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Late Wednesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

As far as Octavia was concerned, it was a perfectly normal day. She'd woken up, had breakfast, and had just now rolled out her mat on a nice spot on the deck and was getting started on a little bit of yoga to get the day going.

Or, at least she had been: there was a rustling that seemed to be coming closer along the docks, catching her attention.

She squinted towards the approaching form. "What the... ?"

[ooc: For those two guys who aren't going to like this.]

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[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer, still feeling entirely more pain than he'd ever done in his life, somehow managed to carry Octavia down into the ship, and even all the way into the bathroom.

As he ran the shower, he vowed quietly to himself not to lie, but to simply save the truth of just how bloody much everything hurt right now for about five thousand years or so. Duke would be over it by then, surely.

[betterthanaplan]

That was a nice thought there, Luce. Maybe it would even come true.

He had a lot more trauma coming down the pipe someday, that'd probably help!

For now he was busy working on compartmentalizing it all by being useful. So there was that, at least.

[my_own_advocate]

True to his word, it didn't take Lucifer more than about ten minutes to get himself and Octavia out of their blood-spattered clothes-- and to wipe them both down.

"Would you mind passing us some clothes?" he asked, sticking his head out of the bathroom for a moment.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke already had a change ready for both of them, in fact! Octavia's go to tank and leggings for a quiet day at home, and a nice soft shirt and trousers for Lucifer that he hoped would look nice without bothering any lingering wounds.

"Here you go. She's still out?"

How hard had he hit her? If he'd given her a TBI. . . .

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer sighed, snatching Octavia's clothes first. She cared more for that sort of thing. "But at least she's sleeping peacefully, it looks like."

[betterthanaplan]

"'Sleeping'," Duke echoed dryly. "Luce, I'm not a child. I hit her with a pipe, she's not 'sleeping'."

[okteiviakom]

Was that a comically-timed, tiny, soft snore?

Yes. Yes it was.

[betterthanaplan]

". . . Ah." Duke's knees felt funny. He covered by going to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Okay. Good then."

[my_own_advocate]

"Under any circumstance I'd be angry at you for accusing me of lying," Lucifer said irritably. (He was still a little annoyed.)

He got her into her tank, and then-- carefully slid the leggings up her legs.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke winced. “Sorry.”

He went back to fussing with prepping the supplies he’d gathered.

[my_own_advocate]

With Octavia dressed, Lucifer eyed the clothes Duke had gotten him.

...

He yanked on the trousers (that shirt did not match), and finally left the bathroom with Octavia in his hands. "There we are."

[betterthanaplan]

How silly of Duke to have prioritized comfort.

He looked up, eyes drawn first to Octavia — still clearly sleeping — and then to Lucifer’s bare chest.

“Are you okay?”

[my_own_advocate]

Comfort was for sofas.

"Yes," Lucifer said. There were a few hints of scars, but they were fading.

He walked into the bedroom, and took care to put her down... gently. "Are you okay?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke watched the scars for a few more moments before nodding.

Not because he thought Lucifer was lying. He just . . . liked to see it for himself.

"No," he said, because he figured Lucifer would call him on it if he tried to say 'yes'. "But I'm working on it. I've got . . . ice packs and booze and things. If you need any of it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, and stepped up in front of him. He cupped Duke's cheek with one hand, and sort of-- sunk down a bit so their faces were at the same height. "What do you need?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked back at him firmly. "Right now I need this," he said. "I need to take care of you two and make sure you're okay."

Lucifer getting hurt hadn't been his fault, and hitting Octavia had been the only thing he could do in the moment, and that knowledge would work its way down into his feelings about it all eventually. In the meantime . . . he wanted to hover.

"You know, now that I won't knock myself unconscious or go into a murderous rage just by trying."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned in and pressed a kiss to Duke's forehead.

"Let's tuck her in, then," he said. "And we'll share a glass."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke closed his eyes, relaxing faintly.

"Sounds good." He looked up at Lucifer and gave him a little smile. "Thanks."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry the island chose to wake us up this rudely again," Lucifer murmured. He lingered for a moment.

Then, he pulled away, to move Octavia away from the blankets. Trusting Duke to take those.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke pulled them aside, ready to pull them back up once she was settled in.

"It was shaping up to be a nice morning, too," he observed. "Think this'll be a one day thing? It's only Wednesday."

[my_own_advocate]

"Could be," Lucifer said, sliding her neatly into the warm spot at the center. "Unless the weekend shenanigans started early."

[betterthanaplan]

"If they end up still going through the whole weekend," Duke said as he pulled the blankets back up over, then sat down beside her so he could stroke her hair. ". . . I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be pretty."

[my_own_advocate]

"Let's not start assuming the worst, shall we?" Lucifer asked.

He picked up a glass, and a bottle of-- hm, wine? Wine. And poured it.

Held it out for Duke.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke took it with a nod of thanks. "We'll burn that bridge when we get there," he said with a soft snort. "Gotcha."

[my_own_advocate]

"Exactly."

He poured his own, and held the glass out for a gentle toast. "To making it out alive so far."