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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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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okteiviakom

He was very cute like that.

Octavia's lips curved into a lopsided smile, with maybe something of a teasing edge. "Wait, so that's something that needs help?"

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my_own_advocate

"Obviously not," Lucifer said, "But it would be nice to have a physical reminder of your influence on my life."

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okteiviakom

Octavia lifted a shoulder. "I'd say tattoos last longer, but..."

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my_own_advocate

"Can't really get one of those," Lucifer said thoughtfully. "I suppose you or Duke could scar me, but that may be heading a bit too closely to Satanic rituals."

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okteiviakom

"Would a scar stay any longer, anyway?" Octavia wondered, after a thoughtful sip from her glass. "I mean, tattoos are kind of like scars, too."

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my_own_advocate

"Maze managed to scar Michael with a demon blade," Lucifer pointed out. "So it's possible. Might need a bit more oomph than just your knives, though."

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okteiviakom

"We managed to fashion demon blades into bullets," Octavia noted. "Maybe one day one gets repurposed into a tattoo needle."

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my_own_advocate

"Of course, with a tattoo, there's the open question of whether my body would even store ink properly," Lucifer mused.

He sat down beside her.

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okteiviakom

"There's a lot of questions, I know," Octavia replied, scooting over just enough to give him comfortable room to sit, but not so much that they weren't still very close together. "Because your body is weird."