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Octavia and Duke had made it back to Fandom last night. Duke had taken off almost immediately, and Octavia couldn't really blame him. It had been -- a lot. Really, everything had been a lot, lately.
She'd gone straight to bed.
Hadn't actually fallen asleep until after Duke had come back, but it was the thought that counted, right? Hadn't really slept well after that, either, her dreams a mess of fragments of card sharks and real sharks and cold nights.
It wasn't until morning that she realized it was Thursday, and that she'd missed her shift at the club last night. Not that being at the Devil's Nest would have done her any good, right now, anyway. Lucifer was gone, and she felt the absence sharply enough as it was.
It was quiet, as she stood on the deck of the Cape Rouge with a mug of coffee (with some pumpkin spice creamer in it, although it felt stragely undeserved). For the first time in days, nothing in particular was happening that needed her attention. Everything was as still as it could be while the water swayed the ship gently underneath her feet in its familiar way. Some porgs appeared to be napping by the gunwale in a spot of morning sun.
And all Octavia could think about was a demon using Eleanor's mouth to say, He's been pretty sad the last couple of years, since he got back.
Her eyes were stinging, and she didn't even try to fight it.
[ooc: Open, thought subject to SP until my evening. I just really wanted to take advantage of this calm between a plot and an event weekend, omg.]
She'd gone straight to bed.
Hadn't actually fallen asleep until after Duke had come back, but it was the thought that counted, right? Hadn't really slept well after that, either, her dreams a mess of fragments of card sharks and real sharks and cold nights.
It wasn't until morning that she realized it was Thursday, and that she'd missed her shift at the club last night. Not that being at the Devil's Nest would have done her any good, right now, anyway. Lucifer was gone, and she felt the absence sharply enough as it was.
It was quiet, as she stood on the deck of the Cape Rouge with a mug of coffee (with some pumpkin spice creamer in it, although it felt stragely undeserved). For the first time in days, nothing in particular was happening that needed her attention. Everything was as still as it could be while the water swayed the ship gently underneath her feet in its familiar way. Some porgs appeared to be napping by the gunwale in a spot of morning sun.
And all Octavia could think about was a demon using Eleanor's mouth to say, He's been pretty sad the last couple of years, since he got back.
Her eyes were stinging, and she didn't even try to fight it.
[ooc: Open, thought subject to SP until my evening. I just really wanted to take advantage of this calm between a plot and an event weekend, omg.]
