The Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't been sleeping well. Night after night, she kept waking up every hour and a half or so, just to make sure she could still hear two other people breathing in bed with her. If they were quiet, she would hold her own breath until she was sure she could hear them, or she felt them move, or something.

It wasn't making for very restful nights, but she'd survive. She always did.

Granted, on Friday morning, that survival involved giving up on trying to stay asleep, slipping quietly out of bed and making her way into the galley. She got the coffee going, because she might as well. If actual rest wasn't going to give her energy, then maybe caffeine would at least keep her going.

She'd also made sure to leave the bedroom door open more than enough that if anyone else was awake, or woke up, they would either be able to hear her puttering away, or at the very least be able to smell the coffee sooner rather than later.

She hadn't vanished. She wasn't going to let anyone think she had, either.

(It felt like the least she could do.)

[ooc: For the two.]

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[okteiviakom]

"We did it for him," Octavia told him. Duke had been... overtaken (it hurt to remember), and they'd fought that, too. "You're no different, niron."

Oh, her voice was hitching again.

It just made her sound more fierce.

"You're mine."

Not for the world to take away.

[my_own_advocate]

His beautiful warrior queen, Lucifer thought, unbidden. She could make the earth itself part with her stubbornness.

"I love you," he whispered.

[okteiviakom]

"Ai hod yu in."

What else was there to say? It almost sounded like a threat.

Just not towards him.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Lucifer managed.

He sounded a touch desperate.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was really, really squeezing his hand now.

"I want you to never find out."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled her into him, letting go of her hand only so he could wrap his arms around her.

[okteiviakom]

It was easier said that done, getting Octavia to let go of his hand - but she did.

And clung to him.

[my_own_advocate]

Normally, he might have said something along the lines of my Octavia. Something to ground him that way.

This time, though...

"I'm yours," Lucifer whispered. "I'm yours first."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia breathed against his chest, full of feeling.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't--"

She already knew what he didn't want to. So he shut up, and just. Stayed.

[okteiviakom]

And so did Octavia, holding him tight like he was at a risk of vanishing right then and there. And like she was confident she could keep it from happening if she just put her entire body into it.

It was all she had.

[my_own_advocate]

"I--"

Lucifer pressed his face into her hair.

"I really am looking forward to ice cream."

[okteiviakom]

"Want me to order for you?" Octavia murmured.

It made sense in her head, with some of the previous things said.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft, surprised laugh. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I would very much like that."

[okteiviakom]

"Then I will," Octavia replied, looking up again. Without pulling back much at all. "And you can just be surprised."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered. Heartfelt.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's arms gave him anotyer squeeze.

Then she leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips. Not much more than a peck but not lacking in feeling behind it.

[my_own_advocate]

He let her.

Lingered a touch.

"You and Duke," Lucifer murmured. "You make my extraordinarily long life worth living. Everything else is secondary."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia found she didn't even know what to say to that.

So she just nodded, a slight and shaky little movement.

[my_own_advocate]

"Okay," Lucifer said, his own voice shaking. "Ice cream, now, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia murmured. She stole another soft peck, but then pulled away, taking his hand again.

And led the way.