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

Snort.

"Should we just skip to the part where you say 'descriptive as always' as if you were expecting something else?"

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my_own_advocate

"No, because rituals are important," Lucifer huffed, like they didn't know she valued rituals greatly.

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okteiviakom

"It was fine," Octavia relented, faintly amused. "My Sunday was fine."

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my_own_advocate

"Descriptive as always," Lucifer said, smiling.

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okteiviakom

Octavia snorted.

"Good, now we can move on."

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my_own_advocate

"You're just no fun," Lucifer sighed, still smiling.

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okteiviakom

"Of course I'm not," Octavia replied easily. "But you already knew that."

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my_own_advocate

"I forget," Lucifer murmured. "Are you allowed to swim yet?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia's lips curved faintly.

"I am."

(The tiny scar from the removal of her old implant and the insertion of a new one - neither of which she'd told them about - had been a lot faster to heal than the wound from the gun, go figure.)

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my_own_advocate

"Then perhaps we can go for an evening swim before dinner," Lucifer suggested.

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okteiviakom

Octavia tilted her head a little, trying to catch some glimpse at his face. "Is that something you'd like?"

Stalling, maybe.

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my_own_advocate

He was smiling, a bit. Thoughtfully, for his standards, but still. "I would," Lucifer said. "But only if you'd enjoy it."

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okteiviakom

"I don't know," Octavia admitted, at that. A little more wry. "I haven't... even been to the pool, yet."

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my_own_advocate

"There's fewer people here," Lucifer pointed out.

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okteiviakom

Octavia snorted despite herself. "There's pretty few people in our bedroom, too."

And yet she kept more covered up there than a swimsuit would.

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my_own_advocate

"I'm just saying it's an easier place to take first steps than the pool," Lucifer said. "Not that you should."

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okteiviakom

"And I'm saying maybe your idea of the steps is off," Octavia retorted, though gently.

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my_own_advocate

"Undressing by a pool full of strangers would be easier for you?" Lucifer asked, frowning.

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okteiviakom

"No," Octavia said, the last of her wryness gone in favor of something milder and pensive, "I think you're looking for an 'easier' where there isn't one."

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my_own_advocate

"I'm just... trying to figure out the ways we can make life easier on you," Lucifer admitted.

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okteiviakom

"I'm not sure you can," Octavia told him, something in her tone a little apologetic. Which remained as she went on to say, "Anyway, what I'm getting out of this is... that I'm not ready."

Probably wouldn't have felt the need to argue so much, otherwise.

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my_own_advocate

"All right," Lucifer said lightly. "Then we'll just... continue to enjoy the view."

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okteiviakom

"Sorry," Octavia said, anyway, giving his leg a soft little pat with her free hand.

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my_own_advocate

"No need to apologize," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "What's something you'd like to do?"

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okteiviakom

"I don't think we need to be doing anything special," Octavia murmured, her head returning to its original position on his shoulder. "It's Sunday, maybe I'm all out of doing."