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]

"When there's a touch less baggage going in," Lucifer agreed. "...Or more than a touch, frankly."

[okteiviakom]

"There's always baggage," Octavia muttered, turning her face into his shoulder for a nuzzle. "But I know what you mean."

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you feeling all right?" Lucifer checked, gently.

[okteiviakom]

"I've been hanging from a frame and crying," Octavia murmured, "so I guess I'm tired."

[my_own_advocate]

"And beyond that?" Lucifer asked. Squeezing her fingers.

[okteiviakom]

A soft silence followed.

"It's just a lot."

How 'just' and 'a lot' were supposed to fit together, don't ask her.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't fully sure what he was apologizing for, besides apparently causing her some turmoil, but-- still.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, right. It kind of sounded like that, didn't it? Like he might have something to apologize for.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Octavia told him, shifting just enough to press a kiss to his cheek. Light, soft.

[my_own_advocate]

"I just... follow the feeling," Lucifer admitted. "Sometimes it doesn't steer me right."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia lingered, though it turned a little more into just smushing her cheek against his than a kiss.

"I don't think there's always a wrong and a right," she murmured. "Just different outcomes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hopefully none-too-terrible ones, ultimately," Lucifer said.

He half-turned his head, hoping to catch her lips.

[okteiviakom]

He did, at least once Octavia figured out that was what he was doing. It was a slow, gentle kiss.

Maybe she felt the need to soothe him a little.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled back with a little sigh. "My apologies," he said. "I didn't mean to make this all about me."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's free hand came up from the water, to caress his cheek. (Getting it wet, but he would just have to live with that.) "What if I like it that way?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You enjoy me making this about myself?" Lucifer asked, eyebrows raised. "I can't say I've ever gotten that reaction before..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged one shoulder.

"Takes the pressure off me."

[my_own_advocate]

"... All right," Lucifer said. "Huh."

[okteiviakom]

"Is it really that surprising?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps a touch."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's thumb brushed over his cheek.

"Why?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I have spent a rather large amount of time being yelled at for it," Lucifer pointed out. "I have been trying to do it less. But perhaps I chose poorly."

Please don't enable that, Octavia.

[okteiviakom]

"... I didn't mean you should always make things about yourself."

She wouldn't do that to the world at large.

[my_own_advocate]

"... Right, but when should I?"

Luce. Please.

[okteiviakom]

"Right now," Octavia said, because it was all she had. "You're doing a great job of it."

That was only narrowly not dry.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer hummed, thoughtful. "Duly noted. Do let me know again in the future if it is at all necessary."