Lucifer Morningstar (
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Samsara, Sunday Evening
It wasn't a great idea to keep sticking to old traditions to the letter, Lucifer and Octavia had found last weekend. And so Lucifer had suggested something else for this Sunday night.
Samsara.
It was a place where she felt safe. And it could-- go somewhere else, for a nice change of scenery. "Should we take her to the back of the preserve? Or head further along the coast?" Lucifer asked, as he hopped aboard, basket of food in hand.
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Samsara.
It was a place where she felt safe. And it could-- go somewhere else, for a nice change of scenery. "Should we take her to the back of the preserve? Or head further along the coast?" Lucifer asked, as he hopped aboard, basket of food in hand.
[[ for her ]]
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"It sounds beautiful."
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That was barely more than a whisper, her gaze still lingering on the pictures, thinking about what it would be like.
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"Well," she said, a wry curl to her lips again, like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't be doing (but nothing too bad), "the ice cream is a good start."
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"Looking forward to it."
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"No need for that," Octavia told him.
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And wasn't that kind of on-brand for her, anyway?
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Wouldn't want it to melt.
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