Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-03-11 10:51 pm
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The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Thursday Evening
Yesterday hadn't been great. Much like Lucifer, Octavia had come back to the Rouge for the night, but mostly because not doing so unannounced was something she was trying not to do, while doing so announced had felt like it would invite too many questions and make it all into far bigger of a deal than it had to be.
So she'd dragged her drunk self home. And in the morning, had made her hungover self stay with them all through breakfast. And then when the time had come for Duke to head into work, she'd taken off. Disappeared into the preserve, because if there was a place that could fix at least some of what she'd been feeling this week, it was there.
No comments on whether it had worked at all. But she was back, now. Sitting on one of the crates on the deck of the ship, holding a bottle of beer that she'd picked up from the Samsara, along with the sweater she'd stolen from Duke back when she'd moved back onto her own boat.
She hadn't gone below decks, yet. Hadn't announced her arrival, if anyone else was even in.
It was quiet, in the port. And she just wanted to listen to this silence for at least a few moments longer.
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So she'd dragged her drunk self home. And in the morning, had made her hungover self stay with them all through breakfast. And then when the time had come for Duke to head into work, she'd taken off. Disappeared into the preserve, because if there was a place that could fix at least some of what she'd been feeling this week, it was there.
No comments on whether it had worked at all. But she was back, now. Sitting on one of the crates on the deck of the ship, holding a bottle of beer that she'd picked up from the Samsara, along with the sweater she'd stolen from Duke back when she'd moved back onto her own boat.
She hadn't gone below decks, yet. Hadn't announced her arrival, if anyone else was even in.
It was quiet, in the port. And she just wanted to listen to this silence for at least a few moments longer.
[ooc: Opennn.]
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"You what?"
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You know, if there'd been any justice in the multiverse, that would have been the worst of the stories he'd come home with.
But there wasn't.
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"I mean. At least I'm not the one who literally died?"
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She was trying really hard not to hug him right now, unsure of how that would go over.
It was a weird feeling.
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"Would you cut it out?" Octavia said, raising her eyebrows. "You're not pathetic, you're just -- human."
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"Right," he said instead. "Well. Um. Thank you."
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So she drank the little that was left in her glass. But slowly.
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He didn’t want to be alone. Now that they’d talked it out a bit, he found he wanted what he’d been so afraid of all day. He wanted that warm, safe, small feeling.
In a few minutes, maybe he’d even figure out how to ask for it.
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It probably wouldn't be Octavia, though. She was taking a second to watch the water. That question was for Lucifer, and she was taking the opportunity to breathe.
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As opposed to Lucifer, who just said whatever jumped to mind.
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As if any of that was a hardship, or something they'd deny him.
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