my_own_advocate | 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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"It's strangely hypnotising," Lucifer admitted.

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Octavia looked faintly amused, but she nodded. "Pretty much the only thing I bother watching."

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my_own_advocate

"I like some Food Network from time to time, as well," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat. "Shall I go decorate the cabin with some of these and make us some drinks?"

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okteiviakom

And another nod.

"Do you want to have them down there or up here?"

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my_own_advocate

"Up here," Lucifer said. "Down there is for later tonight."

And some very sexy, very aggressive... snuggling.

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okteiviakom

"Okay," Octavia replied easily. "Then I guess I'm just gonna make myself comfortable here."

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"Want a pillow?" Lucifer asked, producing one of the colorful butterfly pillows from his bag.

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okteiviakom

"... Yeah."

Solely because of the butterfly thing, by the looks of how quick she was to reach out for it after seeing it.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer chuckled softly. "You can keep anything you want," he said, letting her take it.

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okteiviakom

"Thanks," Octavia said, maybe a little self-conscious all of a sudden (look, she knew she'd been pretty quick to react, there), but only a little.

She went to put the pillow on the bench. "Now, off you go."

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"Yes, ma'am," Lucifer laughed, and went downstairs to decorate.

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And Octavia stayed where she was.

Well. Almost, anyway: she finally took a seat again, with the pillow, settling down to watch the water.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer came back upstairs, the bag sitting comfortably in the crook of his elbow. "Comfortable?" he asked, setting a fancy-looking mocktail down in front of her.

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okteiviakom

"It's what I said I would be, right?" Octavia told him with a wry little smile, right before looking at the glass. "So, what's this?"

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my_own_advocate

"Cranberry, orange and lemon with some fizz," Lucifer said, smiling. "Hopefully you won't mind the mix, or I'll get you something else."

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okteiviakom

"Well, the color tells me it's pretty heavy on the cranberry," Octavia noted, reaching out for the glass. "That's a good sign."

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my_own_advocate

"Take a sip, tell me what you think."

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okteiviakom

Octavia dutifully lifted the glass to her lips, and took a sip.

And then made sure to really taste it.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer tried to-- not watch her too closely.

He set down a few jars of lights, instead.

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okteiviakom

Octavia's verdict ended up a positive one, at least.

"This is very good," she told him, holding the glass up to look at it. "It's a good mix."

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my_own_advocate

"Good," Lucifer said, brightening both in expression and in posture. "Then my alcoholic one is likely to be decent as well."

And he took a sip.

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okteiviakom

Octavia watched him, as if patiently waiting for his judgment.

Or just for the pleasure of watching him, in itself.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer beamed at her as he lowered the glass. "You get me to consume so much more vitamin C than I used to."

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okteiviakom

Octavia snorted softly.

"Well, that sounds good," she said. "Not sure a celestial needs it, but..."

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my_own_advocate

"I like to pretend it does something for my glowing complexion," Lucifer said, beaming.

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