Deck of the Cape Rouge, Saturday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been dreaming of many things, this week. Mostly Haven, mostly horror, but many other messy things, too. Sheep and tilling fields and glowing butterflies and a week on a farm (sheepskin blankets and bonedeep exhaustion and a warm voice in her ear talking about what use was fighting at the end of the world?) had featured in jumbled everything of it all, but that was not out of the ordinary enough for Octavia to have really paid it much mind.

(And, well, she always felt drawn to the woods. And particularly when traumatic shit had been going down.)

So this was just any old Saturday morning.

She had a coffee cup in hand when she emerged onto the deck, with faint plans of at least finding some nice stretches to do in a bit that wouldn't irritate her wounds too much. But of course, all that was forgotten when she looked up and saw a young man standing at the edge of the deck, just barely over the gangplank.

The cup fell from her grasp as she stared at him.

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny nod. "This is Ilian kom Trishanakru."

In case the tattoos and the few braids in his hair and the general way he was dressed hadn't yet tipped off where he was from, that surely would, even if Lucifer remembered none of the stories Octavia had told about him.

Ilian raised his hand in a little 'yup, that's me' sort of gesture.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right, well, do you take sugar or milk?" Lucifer asked, thrusting a cup out towards him.

He vaguely remembered.

[mystupidsheep]

"Both?" Ilian said, faintly amused, as he reached for the cup.

He had neither a concept of what the combination was going to taste like, nor any reason not to overindulge in things.

(Octavia was watching him again, helplessly.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Right, I'll be back in a moment," Lucifer said as he poured Ilian's cup. "Octavia, take your cup, please?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took it.

"Okay," she said, softly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer poured her some coffee.

...and took a moment to give her a quick kiss good morning, before setting his own cup down and vanishing back down the hatch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was definitely a little weird and awkward about it. But then he was already gone again. And Ilian was looking at her with something wry in his expression. He gave her a tiny nudge with his elbow. "Tu hodon, hm?"

Octavia looked down at her hands, nodded, shook her head, unable to decide. "Won snogon," she murmured, then nodded towards the hatch, "won niron."

Ilian just nodded. "Yu gada os sonraun in, hir, Okteivia. And even with all the shit in the past week, she couldn't really argue.

[my_own_advocate]

"And here we are," Lucifer said brightly, returning once again with sugar and a little thing of coffee milk. "Now please stop making Octavia do that thing with her face."

He held out the sugar.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not doing a thing with my face," Octavia protested weakly.

Ilian just gave a soft huff as he reached out to get some sugar.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are," Lucifer said, pointing at it. "That... overwhelmed by some kind of feeling face."

[okteiviakom]

Good thing Octavia was already feeling self-conscious and awkward even before he said that.

"I can't help it," she muttered, half into her coffee. "Neither can he."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, picking up his own coffee and seasoning it with several shakes of his flask. (The milk found its way to the table.)

"Well, is it at least a good feeling?"

[mystupidsheep]

Off Octavia's helpless look, Ilian quipped, "You always grill her this much? Never really seemed to work for me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Persistence is key," Lucifer said sagely, "Hence why she's here with us."

[mystupidsheep]

"I guess I just didn't have enough time."

Yes, of course that was wry. And layered.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps," said Lucifer, which for him was downright tactful. A beat. "Octavia, sugar?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head. She usually opted for black coffee anyway, and barely remembered about the cup in her hand as it was.

Ilian helped himself to some milk, finally. Then took a careful sip.

He looked impressed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good?" Lucifer inquired, tilting his head.

[mystupidsheep]

"Coffee wasn't as much of a thing on the Ground," Octavia murmured.

"Not like this," Ilian agreed. "Does it always taste like this here?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said. "But I would never serve anyone on this boat substandard coffee. Or milk, for that matter."

[mystupidsheep]

Ilian nodded. "And it's milk from...?"

"Cows, here," Octavia supplied softly.

[my_own_advocate]

"I do have some goat milk if you'd prefer," Lucifer said. "Or oat milk, I suppose."

[okteiviakom]

Ilian shook his head, this time. "No, I like this," he said. "I like tasting new things." A pause. "Not a lot of people get to do that after they've died."

Octavia tried not to heave a helpless sigh.

(But also, she was getting ideas.)