okteiviakom: ([spec] downtime)
Octavia Blake ([personal profile] okteiviakom) wrote2021-03-30 09:03 pm

The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Tuesday Evening

Octavia had left for the mainland pretty early, much earlier than had really been necessary for her appointment. Had returned pretty late, too. She'd spent most of her day after therapy in Baltimore, first visiting the swim center again, then just... walking, with no real destination. She'd visited some shops, bought lunch.

Bought a pair of earbuds on a whim for her phone.

Immediately regretted it after it turned out she couldn't stand to walk around feeling like someone could sneak up on her.

And then, as the sun was setting, she'd finally come back to the island. Maybe a little more settled, maybe a little more understanding of the thing Duke had said yesterday to set her off. A lot drained. She'd gone to the Rouge first, but had found it empty. (Not that that was surprising: she knew what day this was.) She'd gone back and forth on staying, for a while, to wait for them, but ultimately decided not to.

It just felt like too much. With everything.

And the Samsara was small and quiet and manageable. Nothing but her, and her thoughts, stretched out on her bed, alone. Her phone on her chest, playing a song.

Over and over and over again.

(And no, she didn't know that there was a text still hanging in the ether, trying to get through.)

[ooc: Open, if you dare.]

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