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Octavia hadn't been sleeping well since Thursday. Every dream seemed to inevitably turn to gunshots and bloodshed. Didn't matter who it was about, or where she was: in the end, she was always back in the gorge, watching someone's lifeless body hit the ground.
And when she wasn't trapped in nightmares, she was laying awake in bed, curled around Duke. That was why she knew he wasn't sleeping well either, even though they hadn't talked about it at all. It wasn't like she was around much during the day to talk with, anyway.
She'd been in the sleepless part of this exhausting cycle for a while, now. Until she'd finally given up and slipped out of bed, padding out of the bedroom and into the galley as quiet as she could. Made her way over to the fridge.
Poured herself a glass of orange juice, and leaned her hip against counter with a quiet sigh.
This was gonna be another long night.
[ooc: NFB due to timing, and for the boat dwellers should they so wish.]
And when she wasn't trapped in nightmares, she was laying awake in bed, curled around Duke. That was why she knew he wasn't sleeping well either, even though they hadn't talked about it at all. It wasn't like she was around much during the day to talk with, anyway.
She'd been in the sleepless part of this exhausting cycle for a while, now. Until she'd finally given up and slipped out of bed, padding out of the bedroom and into the galley as quiet as she could. Made her way over to the fridge.
Poured herself a glass of orange juice, and leaned her hip against counter with a quiet sigh.
This was gonna be another long night.
[ooc: NFB due to timing, and for the boat dwellers should they so wish.]
