The Marina, Cat Island, Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

As most days this week (and the one before that, and the one before that...) Octavia had spent most of the early parts of her day working around the marina. There was always maintenance work to be done, things to fix, areas to tidy. She knew how to do most of the usual things by now, too, and had less of a need for the local workers to show her the ropes, whether literal or figurative. She could just be helpful. Just that, and not a burden or a hindrance.

It settled something in her. At least a little.

But by now, her tasks for the day were done. She'd cleaned all of the maintenance grime off of herself, and was now sitting near where the Fin & Tonic was docked. Watching the water, listening to whatever noise was coming from elsewhere in the marina.

Thinking about home.

[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual with likely SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I do think it'll be quite nice," Lucifer said, smiling. "What are you hoping for?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged one shoulder. "I'm just looking forward to seeing what you ended up going for."

She'd have plenty of time to get attached to the whole project of it once it was finished.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I've tried to make it restful and inviting," Lucifer said. "I just... hope you won't hate it."

[okteiviakom]

"I usually swim at public pools," Octavia had to point out.

And yes, shocking that she'd take a pragmatic approach.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, yes," Lucifer said. "But this would be our home pool."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged again.

"Means I don't have to worry about people swimming too fast or too slow in my lane?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well," Lucifer said, after a pause. "That's an awfully practical way to look at it."

[okteiviakom]

"That's me," Octavia offered. "Awfully practical."

[my_own_advocate]

"And I love you for it," Lucifer said wryly. "Still. It matters. To me."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Octavia told him.

It was the best she had.

[my_own_advocate]

"Promise you'll still love me if you think it's awful?" Lucifer said.

Half-joking.

[okteiviakom]

It got kind of a wry look from Octavia.

"How fragile do you think my love is?"

[my_own_advocate]

"About as fragile as you are, I'd imagine," Lucifer teased gently.

[okteiviakom]

"So you don't have much to worry about," Octavia concluded.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "True."

[okteiviakom]

"If it turns out something your happy with," Octavia murmured in response, "then I'll be glad."

[my_own_advocate]

"Above all, I hope we can all enjoy it," Lucifer murmured. "And perhaps spend some more time in the house together."

[okteiviakom]

"That would be nice."

That was an even softer murmur.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not that I dislike the Rouge. Not at all. It's home," Lucifer said softly. "I just. Like when the house is home, too."

[okteiviakom]

"It's yours," Octavia replied, quietly. "It was yours."

[my_own_advocate]

"It was quite lonely when it was just mine," Lucifer said. "I find myself quite taken by the idea of transforming it."

[okteiviakom]

"I've noticed."

You know. In bits and pieces.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer said. "Sorry."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry?" Octavia echoed, gently, looking at him. "What for?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Repeating myself?" Lucifer offered.