okteiviakom | The Cape Rouge, Thursday Evening

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The Cape Rouge, Thursday Evening

At least things on the boat had settled down in all their post-trauma enough that Octavia no longer felt like going out into the preserve would be seen as a slight against someone, or fleeing, or something else like that. But of course, now that she'd used most of her Thursday on finally getting some preserve time in, it felt like she'd maybe overdone it, because when she got back to the ship she felt exhausted. Maybe it was all the target practice, or the walking around afterwards, or --

Or just the underlying exhaustion of having been through some rough times, recently? But no. Definitely one of those other things, not that.

Anyway, she'd gotten back, and changed into some comfier clothes (fully aware that she could probably also have used a shower), and then just sort of... slumped onto the bed. She'd get up in a moment, honest. Aaany time now.

Any time.

[ooc: Open for those that live here, and no of course this level of tired isn't method RP. Of course not.]

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Duke probably should have gone to the diner today.

Duke had not actually gone to the diner, today.

Instead, he'd spent a good chunk of it swimming and puttering around the boat. He smelled like saltwater when he came in and flopped onto the bed next to her.

"How was your day?"

"Long," Octavia sighed, though she didn't sound like that was necessarily a bad thing. Her eyes fluttered open so she could see him, not just smell him. "Yours?"

Duke tilted his head thoughtfully. ". . . Wet," he said, matching her monosyllable. "Water's nice this time of year."

Lucifer had gone back to focusing on getting all the food-related household tasks done every day, while Octavia and Duke were-- processing.

He wasn't there yet. He stepped onto the boat with some large bags of groceries. And some Thai take-out, to share.

That was going to be a very good thing, because Octavia had not brought enough food with her into the woods.

In the bedroom, Octavia was nodding faintly. "I guess I should've waited a little before getting the tattoo." They both knew she couldn't have though, probably. "At least there's still... just wading."

"There is," Duke agreed. "Or maybe some kind of protective wrap if you really get impatient."

He had maybe tried to improvise a wrap or two in his early days of getting tattoos.

He caught a whiff of the takeout Thai and chuckled.

"I think our mother hen has arrived with some provisions."

"Is that you, mother hen?" Octavia called. She was too tired not to go with the urge. Especially when it was such a rare one lately to begin with.

(Also she was hoping to make Duke laugh.)

"I come bearing mango fried rice!" Lucifer called. "In a minute!"

Had to set those bags down on the table and rummage around for the stuff that had to go in the fridge, first.

Octavia got her laugh, or at least a chuckle.

“Sounds tasty,” he called back. He even mostly meant it.

A chuckle was good. It felt warm inside Octavia's chest.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't even blink," she murmured.

There was technically more than just mango fried rice. (Not the massive quantities of food he'd made earlier, though.) But this was Octavia's favorite, and so in some ways, it was Lucifer's favorite.

"Should I bring these up to the bedroom?" he called, as he shoved groceries into the fridge.

"Not even a little," he said to Octavia, then raised his voice again. "Yeah, sounds good, babe, thanks!"

Octavia agreed, but didn't feel the need to voice it.

Instead, she felt the need to bring one slow hand up to brush Duke's hair back a bit.

It didn't take much longer for Lucifer to appear in the doorway, several containers and some chopsticks in hand.

He smiled at both of them. "Hungry?"

"Sure, I could eat," Duke said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "We were just discussing our days."

Octavia's hand hovered for a second where it had been (abandoned) before she drew it back.

"Could eat," she agreed softly.

Lucifer nodded, smile still in place. "All right," he said, and set the boxes - five in all - down on the bed. "The mango fried rice is in that one," he added, "But it's all vegetarian."

His hands now freed, he shrugged out of his jacket.

Duke left the mango fried rice for Octavia to start with, flicking her a little smile as he investigated one of the other boxes. (He'd had an argument out loud with Lucifer recently, sitting up and acknowledging him had been a bit more important than her little gesture in that moment.)

"Thanks, babe," he said, turning the smile on Lucifer again. "I promise to try not to get food on the sheets."

Octavia was a little busy slowly getting more upright and then reaching for her designated box, to be checking for anyone's smiles.

Her stomach rumbled, she focused on that.

"I'll forgive you if you do, this time," Lucifer said, and as he slid onto the bed, he put an idle hand on Duke's hip.

After that sort-of weeklong fight, he wanted to lean into the reassurance and reciprocate it.

"You're sweet," Duke declared, and gave Lucifer a kiss on the cheek. The hand not holding the food box moved to rest on Octavia's knee.

Well, Octavia didn't shake it off, but she didn't react in any other way, either.

Using chopsticks was serious and focus-consuming business. (So was battling whatever this feeling was she was having. Rejection that made this touch feel like an afterthought, maybe.)

Lucifer smiled at Duke, and then turned to look at her. "I hope your day wasn't too terribly taxing," he said, half-teasing, and reached out to swipe a loose hair away from her face.

Duke and Octavia probably needed to work out the way little rejections could hit so hard, huh. (It would definitely help if Duke actually told her that he still felt a bit weird about the whole Ilian situation.)

"Tavi went out into the woods. I was in the water. We basically spent the day in our elements."

Yeah, weird how communication might help. Octavia could tell something was off (beyond the obvious, the Haven of it all) but he'd come to the tattoo place with her, but then hadn't talked to her about anything important after, and it was just --

Here in the present, with her head not only figuratively down, Octavia startled at Lucifer's hand coming near her face, pulling back on a reflex.

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