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Duke Crocker ([personal profile] betterthanaplan) wrote2024-12-19 10:53 am

The galley of the Cape Rouge, Thursday evening

Duke had had some time since his last therapist appointment to start slowly processing what his therapist had said. Specifically what the man had said about what he believed was the foundation of Duke's issues. A diagnosis if you will.

Which Duke had finally made time to look up and read about after getting home from the diner. And mull over over a cup of tea.

Sure, it wasn't the first time someone had suggested that he had PTSD. He'd kind of just assumed he had that, by now. But C-PTSD. The complex version. The one most associated with survivors of hostage situations or child abuse.

He sipped his tea and stared into space. And wished it didn't make as much sense to him as it did. Wished he didn't check off quite as many of the usual symptoms as he did.

"Fuck."

[for the partners if they wanna]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - lolly)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuck?" Lucifer called, inquisitively, as he slipped back out of his closet-room and into the hallway.
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - lolly)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh great. Now Lucifer was concerned, and he looked the part as he entered the galley.

"... About something that will bite us in the arse at the nearest convenience?
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - really now?)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Lucifer said. He sank down into a seat by Duke. "Therapy?"
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - lolly)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Lucifer said again, squinting at Duke's phone. "That sounds... complicated?"
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - really now?)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"... So what does that mean?"
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - fondness is in the eyes)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, wasn't that everybody?

"Isn't that most humans?" Lucifer asked quizzically.
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - fondness is in the eyes)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean technically it's merely labeling the kind of crazy that you have had almost your entire life, by the sounds of it," Lucifer offered. "And Linda prefers not to use the word 'crazy' at all."
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - ... wary)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucifer was beginning to wish he'd brought a snack. "Right, so how do you fix... complex whatever it is?" he inquired.

Linda would love to know.
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - lolly)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Major life change: no more Haven," Lucifer said. "I could live with that."
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - really now?)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucifer sighed. "So essentially what your therapist has uncovered is that we need Haven to stop kidnapping you all the time so you can feel safe and process all of this," he said. "Not exactly a surprise."
okteiviakom: ([neu] hope)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2024-12-19 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Octavia had been out. Not in the woods, not when it was already evening and she couldn't feel entirely in control of what she was touching at any given moment. Instead, she'd walked along the beaches, staying near the water.

And now she was back. Shrugging off her jacket as soon as she was in, then kicking off her boots, calling oput a general, "I'm home!" as she did.
okteiviakom: ([neu] keep talking)

[personal profile] okteiviakom 2024-12-19 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. It was a great way to make sure Octavia was giving him a very confused look as she padded her way into the galley.

"... What?"
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - intent)

[personal profile] my_own_advocate 2024-12-19 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm," Lucifer said. "A diagnosis."

Funnily enough, Linda had always resisted giving him one, for some reason.

He reached for Duke's arm, settling his hand on Duke's wrist.

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