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okteiviakom) wrote2020-06-14 03:45 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2020-06-14 03:45 pm
The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday Noon
Octavia had been back for two days. In those two days, she'd done little more than sleep. (And eat, although that one was more at Duke's insistence than it was her body's will.) She definitely hadn't even considered leaving the boat. She wasn't considering it now, either.
She knew Duke had texted some of her -- some people to let them know she'd returned, and so she knew there were people in town who would probably want to see her. But as long as she didn't go out there, none of that was real, and she wouldn't have to find out how she felt about any of them now.
And they wouldn't have to find out how they felt about her.
But at least she was on the deck, now. Leaning against the gunwale and looking towards open water. It had not been many days since she'd seen this same ocean be nothing but a wasteland of sand. She kept trying to put the last two weeks together with where she was now, and failing, and feeling almost dizzy with the dissonance.
She didn't even realize her knuckles were white with how tightly she was gripping the railing.
[ooc: Ooopen, if you want to try your luck.]
She knew Duke had texted some of her -- some people to let them know she'd returned, and so she knew there were people in town who would probably want to see her. But as long as she didn't go out there, none of that was real, and she wouldn't have to find out how she felt about any of them now.
And they wouldn't have to find out how they felt about her.
But at least she was on the deck, now. Leaning against the gunwale and looking towards open water. It had not been many days since she'd seen this same ocean be nothing but a wasteland of sand. She kept trying to put the last two weeks together with where she was now, and failing, and feeling almost dizzy with the dissonance.
She didn't even realize her knuckles were white with how tightly she was gripping the railing.
[ooc: Ooopen, if you want to try your luck.]