The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's sleep had finally been a dreamless one. At least as far as she could remember, and that was good enough for her. She'd spent the last several nights repeatedly waking up in terror, so it seemed like a win when that didn't happen.

And now it was morning, but she wasn't in a rush to leave the bed. Instead, she was running her fingertips feather-light over the tattoo on Duke's shoulder.

Tracing the butterflies.

[ooc: For that guy.]

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[betterthanaplan]

"Because it's simpler than seven?" Or maybe eight? He hadn't counted the butterflies on his shoulder in awhile. He smiled, keeping his fingers feather-light, just as hers had been. "Tell me."

[okteiviakom]

He'd been right. It did kind of tickle when the touch was that light.

"Because," Octavia said on a sigh, "it was supposed to be us."

[betterthanaplan]

"You and me," Duke said. "And Vanessa."

Poor Jean. He understood, but couldn't help but feel bad she got left out.

[okteiviakom]

Again. Yeah.

"I was far away," Octavia muttered. "Just -- trying to have a reminder that I'd been here. That someone had promised me a family."

Even as all chances of that had seemed to slip from her grasp.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke lay his hand flat over the tattoo and just rested it there as he leaned in to kiss her again.

"Promise still stands," he told her. "You are my family. No matter what else happens."

[okteiviakom]

The kiss he got back was soft and gentle.

"Did I ever teach you the word for 'family'?"

[betterthanaplan]

"I don't think so," Duke said. "If it's based on the word 'army' I will be very grumpy."

[okteiviakom]

"Seingeda."

It was not based on the word for 'army', no. And Octavia whispered it against his lips like it was precious, almost sacred.

[betterthanaplan]

"Yu bilaik ai seingeda, Okteivia kom. . . ." He trailed off with a faint frown as he thought, then finished: "Fandomkru."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's little huff sounded surprised.

She had to swallow before she could speak again. "I think I like that."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah?" Duke smiled. "We make our own seingeda, so why not make our own kru?"

They could add Lucifer too, if they liked. And Magnus and Liam and Rey and Danny. And Jean and Vanessa and any others the island decided to throw at them.

"The Fandom people."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand came up to cradle his jaw.

Then she kissed him again.

[betterthanaplan]

All these kisses, slow and easy as they were, were starting to wake up other parts of Duke. He tightened his hand on her arm, gripping instead of resting, and lifted himself up a bit, to get an angle to deepen the kiss.

"Think we should spend the day making more good memories," he said. "Just in case."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia responded by using her leg to hook him closer to her, so he could probably immediately tell she was not objecting.

"Sha," she said, her voice low and a little distracted, "Duke kom Fandomkru."

Just trying it out.

(She would still miss being Floukru.)