Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I'm getting that sense now, yes," Lucifer said. "But in many ways, I'm rather used to-- well, the opposite problem you have. I've never particularly seen myself as representative as some grander whole. Quite the opposite, really."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm sorry for adding to that," Octavia murmured. "I just -- your life has been so long. And most of the time I don't even remember that, and then suddenly I do."

[my_own_advocate]

"Some days I would prefer you forgot about it entirely," Lucifer admitted. "I am much happier now than I ever was before, in Hell or on Earth." He ran a soothing hand up along her body, for as much as he could under the current circumstances. "And I doubt you would have liked me much back then, either."

[okteiviakom]

"It's not really about that," Octavia murmured. "Just about how much you've seen. And how this part is just a happy blip, so far."

[my_own_advocate]

"What I have seen is in some ways rather limited," Lucifer said softly. "Fancy castles, naked bodies, dark clubs full of brooding loners..."

[okteiviakom]

"There's worth in that," Octavia replied, softly. "To me."

[my_own_advocate]

"It was an escape," Lucifer said. "And for a very long time, that was all the light I had. Even when it was disappointing. It was better than nothing."

[okteiviakom]

"It was light," Octavia murmured. "Even if it wasn't much."

[my_own_advocate]

"And now I'm walking in the sunshine," Lucifer murmured. "Specifically of your chocolate-covered fruit, this particular night."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny sigh.

(Those damn fruit.)

"I'm sorry things got so weird."

[my_own_advocate]

"I should have expected it, honestly," Lucifer said.

He was rubbing her arm, now. "You've been a touch out of sorts of late."

[okteiviakom]

"I haven't been that bad," Octavia muttered, letting her head fall forward a little, even as she leaned more heavily back against him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just a touch," Lucifer murmured. "Nothing truly alarming."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an affronted little noise all the same.

Not at him, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Lucifer added. "But I thought, since this is our night, and we don't have to worry about Duke..."

[okteiviakom]

"We should trash it more with depressing things?"

That should have been wry. It was nowhere near it.

[my_own_advocate]

"We could take the time to air some of those depressing things," Lucifer said softly. "So we can work through it and have an easier time going forward."

[okteiviakom]

"Not everything is something we can work through," Octavia replied, in a mild rasp.

[my_own_advocate]

"Is it about him, then?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"No." Okay, that was just a touch dry. "About me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said. He squeezed her arm. "We can also sit back down and finish our fruit."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't really feel like it," Octavia admitted, back to a mutter. "Should probably save some to take home for Duke, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded slowly. "What would you like to do?"

[okteiviakom]

"I knew that question was coming."

Notice how that didn't mean she had an answer, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"It felt like a pertinent question," Lucifer noted. "But if you'd rather not eat or talk, can I suggest we take this cuddle to the sofa?"