The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

[okteiviakom]

At first, the feeling was pleasant. A sort of a... sense of being alive? Sneaking its way into Octavia's body and into her subconscious as she slept, like sweet and warm and enticing.

But then, of course, she woke up. And it didn't take her long at all for her to realize it wasn't a feeling she tended to wake up with. And while it wasn't really yet springtime on Fandom, the flora on the island did whatever it wanted, sometimes, and it was definitely a time of year that sometimes brought really specific sensations and urges with it, so...

Octavia was pretty sure she knew what was going on.

Which meant that she was pretty sure one of the other in the bed was going to be more or less immune, yet again (since Lucifer was both a celestial and, honestly, didn't need any help from the pollen in the first place), but the other one... Remained to be seen. Duke hadn't felt it, the previous year, but the one before that, he'd had to leave the island for the week. So who even knew how this one would turn out.

Octavia slid quietly off the bed, to her feet. Grabbed something to wrap herself up in - Duke's discarded cardigan, maybe not the best choice for containing her current state - and padded out, into the galley. Like maybe some water and... distance would help her clear her mind a little bit.

(Unlikely, but a girl could try.)

[ooc: For those two, if they so wish.]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke tilted his head at her, smiling softly. "You okay?"

He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something off here.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer fumbled for his coffee without letting go of Duke. He had some success. "Hm?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia picked it up and held it out for him, that had to help.

And having done so, she straightened up again, still standing by the foot of the bed. She sighed, tugging the cardigan a little more around herself.

"I'm guessing no one else is feeling anything?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked at the ceiling, idly rubbing Lucifer's back as he took stock.

"Well, I'm sleepy, cozy, and thinking you look very nice wrapped up in my sweater. So . . . par for the course right now."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled a touch further onto his side, just to ensure he didn't leak any hot coffee on Duke. He took a sip. "And what are you feeling, niron?"

[okteiviakom]

"That the pollen is back."

Well, they were all Fandom veterans, no reason not to just come out and say it.

Something a little dry in her expression, too.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke’s mouth hung open in a little “oh” for a moment. He didn’t . . . entirely remember the last time this had happened. The time before that, sure, but not the last time.

“Well. Shit.” What else was there to say, really? “You need us to, uh. Do anything?”

[my_own_advocate]

"Leave?" Lucifer suggested, sitting up a touch. "Provide sexual favors?"

[okteiviakom]

"Not make this into a big deal?" Octavia suggested in retort.

Like it hadn't been her and her own stubborn ways that had blown it out of proportion, last time.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded. "Okay. I'll do my best." He flicked her another smile and tried to reach for his own coffee without disturbing Lucifer too much.

[my_own_advocate]

"Neither of those options involve big deals," Lucifer said, fishing for the Bailey's as he got out of Duke's way. "Unless you mean what's currently under these sheets."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nudged the tray a little closer to them both. While rolling her eyes at Lucifer, like a true multitasker.

"I thought it was called Big Ben, not Big Deal."

The glance down at his general sheet-covered crotch region was clearly purely so everyone knew what she was referring to.

[betterthanaplan]

"Some things have many names," Duke said gravely. He sipped his coffee and offered her a wink.

[my_own_advocate]

"And titles," Lucifer agreed merrily, dumping Bailey's into his coffee. "You simply refuse to let me give yours any."

[okteiviakom]

"Titles," Octavia repeated, picking up her own coffee, finally. "Really."

[betterthanaplan]

"Why not?" Duke asked, letting the steam from his coffee waft by his nose. "Who says you can't give them titles?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sipped his cup. "She'd scowl at me."

[okteiviakom]

"I might laugh, too," Octavia pointed out. "My... parts don't need names."

Of course she would think that.

[betterthanaplan]

“True,” Duke agreed. “But they can have them anyway. As a treat.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Why not name something so near and dear to all of us?" Lucifer asked. He looked at Duke. "Duke, tell her what you named yours."

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia turned her expectantly raised eyebrows to Duke, too.

This was going to be something ridiculous, wasn't it.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke actually blushed faintly.

"Bodhisattva," he admitted after a moment. "Look, I was just getting into Buddhism at the time and 'buddha' literally means 'awakened one'. And nirvana is a 'blowing out'."

Lucifer, at least, would love the word play involved there.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oooooooooh," Lucifer said, lighting up. Absolutely delighted. "A thinking man's sobriquet for one's thinking cap."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia squinted at Duke, and then groaned.

"You're impossible," she complained. Pay no attention to any curving her lips were doing, she was doing a half-okay job obscuring it with her coffee mug. "Both of you."

[betterthanaplan]

"And yet you love us," Duke said. "Possibly even enough to let us propose names for your bits!"

Was this a small enough deal for her?