Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-04-30 04:50 pm
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A Sailboat in San Diego Bay, Friday
Far away from Fandom collectively heaving a sigh of relief, the sailboat vacation was still going well. Even if not all parts of it really counted as vacationing - meaning that Octavia had gotten up early, this morning, to account for the time difference between San Diego and New York. Wasn't going to take a break from therapy just because she was on the opposite coast, not with the way the past couple of months had gone.
And much like on Tuesday, it had been... a little easier than several of the sessions in the very recent past. Even with the video chat aspect, which she wasn't entirely comfortable with. But, clearly enough.
They'd talked about this trip. And tattoos.
And grief.
And now all of that was done, and she made her way across the boat again, and leaned in the master bedroom door, seeing if the guys were still sleeping.
[ooc: NFB, open for the boys that are here, and calls/texts.]
And much like on Tuesday, it had been... a little easier than several of the sessions in the very recent past. Even with the video chat aspect, which she wasn't entirely comfortable with. But, clearly enough.
They'd talked about this trip. And tattoos.
And grief.
And now all of that was done, and she made her way across the boat again, and leaned in the master bedroom door, seeing if the guys were still sleeping.
[ooc: NFB, open for the boys that are here, and calls/texts.]

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But Lucifer did what he always did when she... did, and remained silent, soaking in the water and the sun, carefully avoiding treacherous thoughts like you shouldn't and I could do this for a very long time.
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He lapsed into silence himself, enjoying the gentle bob of the water and the contrast between its relative cool and the heat of the sun.
He could do this for a good long while, too.
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And she'd had her fill of floating for a while, so she finally slid into movement again. The pair of them looked like a decent enough area to swim slow laps around, so that was what she was going to do.
Her fingertips reached out and brushed against Lucifer's shoulder as she moved past him.
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"You're getting pretty good."
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He wasn't wrong: her technique wasn't perfect, but she was moving, without too much splashing or making it harder for herself than it had to be.
"And, look, I couldn't get close to your dunking competition."
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Made her tone lighter, even. "You'll take any chance to ogle, won't you?"
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The water against her bare skin, not necessarily the ogling, but they were free to interpret it whichever way they wished.
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Lucifer.
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"That they are, yes."
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Too much.
"Thanks, I guess."
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"Well, are you?"
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