Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2020-06-20 07:37 pm
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MCA #9, Saturday Noon
Of course Octavia didn't have a key. What she did have were semi-rusty skills at picking locks. She'd practiced, down in the bunker, and taught it to Niylah in the early years, but it had been a while. Duke could've done it faster, but she insisted on doing it herself.
Took longer, but she did it, then straightened up with her hand against the door - and paused, instead off opening it, instead of marching right in.
This'd be just fine, right?
It was just an apartment.
[ooc: For that one guy, pls.]
Took longer, but she did it, then straightened up with her hand against the door - and paused, instead off opening it, instead of marching right in.
This'd be just fine, right?
It was just an apartment.
[ooc: For that one guy, pls.]

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A shuddery inhale.
"He didn't understand."
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Octavia didn't answer. She pressed her eyes tightly closed, and buried her face against his shoulder.
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“I’m so sorry, Tavi.”
He rather wished he could punch Bell in the face right now.
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But neither was Duke.
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And how.
"Not that we saw eye to eye before then, either."
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A little more Blodreina.
"He kept choosing the wrong side."
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“What a dick.”
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But her tone mellowed down again. Became milder. "I'm not surprised he's not here."
Heartbroken, even after everything. But not really surprised.
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“I’m sorry anyway,” Duke said. “That he’s not. That he couldn’t handle you changing.”
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"Only saw him for a few weeks out of the past six years, anyway," she mumbled. "It's fine."
Hah.
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"Not really."
She kind of always wanted to throw things these days. It just wasn't as prominent a feeling as it had been a few moments ago.
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At her things. Or what had once been her things and now felt like relics.
"Sure, whatever."
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"Or we can stay here a little longer? Whatever you need."
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She was already pushing away from him, and for the door.
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Or if she wanted to come back at all.
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She didn't breathe again before she was standing out in the hallway.
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