An Island Somewhere Off the Coast, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Wednesday had made it two weeks that Octavia, Duke and Lucifer had been out at sea on the OceaNyx. Things on Fandom had gone back to normal, according to Eric's texts on Tuesday, but they were still out here.

Octavia was pretty sure everyone agreed that their second week had been much worse than the first. What she wasn't sure about was whether the others were finding being on the boat to have gotten as suffocating now as she was. The only times she felt like she could really breathe was when they docked at one of the random islands.

Like at this one, right now.

She was sitting at what could charitably be referred to as a tiny stretch of beach, her shoes off, just her toes in the water. It was a grounding, sensory thing.

There had been such little room for screaming in the past week.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, open to the guys and for texts/calls.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Probably until this bottle runs out," Lucifer muttered, heaving it high so he could judge how much was still in it.

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia said. And sat with the deep annoyance that brought up in her for a second. Practically feeling her jaw clench further than it already was.

And then she said, "We're going home."

Maybe she should have made an effort to make it sound more like a suggestion.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked away from his bottle and at her.

"Agreed."

It was boring out here, there wasn't enough alcohol, and the endless expanse of ocean just increased his deeply-felt urge to throw Duke overboard, which wouldn't be great for his relationship.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept her eyes on the water.

"Do you tell him, or do I?"

[my_own_advocate]

"We should probably tell him together," Lucifer said grudgingly. "Just in case he tries to protest."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay."

Octavia suspected it was going to be messy no matter what they did. But what wasn't?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer could always just fling him into the ocean, and then they could steal the boat and leave, if it came to that. Duke could go have his self-inflicted pity party all by himself on this pretty little island.

No?

... No, okay.

He nodded.

He half-turned, took a few steps, and flopped down next to her in the sand.

[okteiviakom]

None of that had been invitation. Octavia was trying to be good and not tell him so.

Even if it led to saying nothing else, either.

[my_own_advocate]

If it helped, Lucifer didn't say anything either.

He was far too busy drinking moodily at the horizon.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia supposed they could do that much together, for the moment. Or a few.

And then Duke was there.