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okteiviakom) wrote2021-03-20 10:28 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2021-03-20 10:28 pm
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A Psychiatrist's Office, An Alternate Mainland, then Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday
This wasn't going to be Octavia's usual day for this. There was going to be a usual day for this, but this wasn't it. This was just the earliest time Dr. Baker's assistant had been able to book for her after the (hard, embarrassing, desperate?) phone call on Wednesday afternoon.
It had been harder to come here without Lucifer backing her up, this time. But everything was hard, these days.
So, whatever.
She sat rigidly in the waiting room for a while. And then finally sat down rigidly in Dr. Baker's office.
"Welcome back, Octavia," said Dr. Baker, smiling, but not too much. "I see you took a while to come around again. It's a big step, so did you maybe have to mull it over a little...?"
Octavia was quiet for a moment. And not because she didn't know how to word ever everything that had been going on for the past few weeks. She could word that just fine.
"My... boyfriend --" Yeah, that. "-- got kidnapped by his universe for two weeks," she rasped, looking Dr. Baker square in the eyes. Paused for a beat. "Then the island we live on hijacked his feelings for a weekend." Another beat. "Guess I just didn't have the time."
"... I see." To her credit, the woman only blinked at that a little. They had covered Octavia's experience with the multiversal side of things when she'd been here last time, after all. And so the doctor cleared her throat, tilted her head - and pressed on. "Well, that sounds like as good a starting point as any. So: how did those things make you feel?"
Octavia snorted, dryly, as she looked away. Squeezed her eyes closed, and shook her head a little.
And then she spoke.
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To say Octavia was exhausted by the time she got back to the island in the early evening would have been... Look, she'd been exhausted for at least this entire week. It was nothing new. She walked back to port on autopilot. Sat down on the Samsara for about five minutes, then decided it felt like the wrong place to be. But she didn't w-- she figured Duke and Lucifer were on the Rouge, and for all that one part of her longed to go over and get wrapped up in the warmth of them, she didn't want to have to talk about her day.
Whatever reaction they'd have, she was sure it would break her apart again.
So she grabbed they key with the Los Angeles key chain, and she walked across town, all the way to Lucifer's mansion, where she quietly let herself in. The sneaking around was out of habit than anything else, but it soon became clear the house wasn't actually empty. She could hear them, in the living room.
And she hovered, for a moment, by the door. Indecisive, yearning again, teetering between biting the bullet and joining them, and just leaving.
Then she chose a third option: she headed up the stairs, quietly and slowly. Made her way up into the guest room, shed her street clothes, and climbed in the bed. Curled up under the covers, and let the distant, muffled noise from the living room lull her off to sleep.
This was good enough.
[ooc: Off-island portion NFB, open for those in the house.]
It had been harder to come here without Lucifer backing her up, this time. But everything was hard, these days.
So, whatever.
She sat rigidly in the waiting room for a while. And then finally sat down rigidly in Dr. Baker's office.
"Welcome back, Octavia," said Dr. Baker, smiling, but not too much. "I see you took a while to come around again. It's a big step, so did you maybe have to mull it over a little...?"
Octavia was quiet for a moment. And not because she didn't know how to word ever everything that had been going on for the past few weeks. She could word that just fine.
"My... boyfriend --" Yeah, that. "-- got kidnapped by his universe for two weeks," she rasped, looking Dr. Baker square in the eyes. Paused for a beat. "Then the island we live on hijacked his feelings for a weekend." Another beat. "Guess I just didn't have the time."
"... I see." To her credit, the woman only blinked at that a little. They had covered Octavia's experience with the multiversal side of things when she'd been here last time, after all. And so the doctor cleared her throat, tilted her head - and pressed on. "Well, that sounds like as good a starting point as any. So: how did those things make you feel?"
Octavia snorted, dryly, as she looked away. Squeezed her eyes closed, and shook her head a little.
And then she spoke.
To say Octavia was exhausted by the time she got back to the island in the early evening would have been... Look, she'd been exhausted for at least this entire week. It was nothing new. She walked back to port on autopilot. Sat down on the Samsara for about five minutes, then decided it felt like the wrong place to be. But she didn't w-- she figured Duke and Lucifer were on the Rouge, and for all that one part of her longed to go over and get wrapped up in the warmth of them, she didn't want to have to talk about her day.
Whatever reaction they'd have, she was sure it would break her apart again.
So she grabbed they key with the Los Angeles key chain, and she walked across town, all the way to Lucifer's mansion, where she quietly let herself in. The sneaking around was out of habit than anything else, but it soon became clear the house wasn't actually empty. She could hear them, in the living room.
And she hovered, for a moment, by the door. Indecisive, yearning again, teetering between biting the bullet and joining them, and just leaving.
Then she chose a third option: she headed up the stairs, quietly and slowly. Made her way up into the guest room, shed her street clothes, and climbed in the bed. Curled up under the covers, and let the distant, muffled noise from the living room lull her off to sleep.
This was good enough.
[ooc: Off-island portion NFB, open for those in the house.]
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He knew she liked to process things on her own, and for once, he was more than willing to let her. He couldn't stop himself from taking care of her at least a little, though.
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But all she did was stir faintly with a little sigh, curling up a little further.