Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-05-17 09:09 pm
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The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon
Octavia had invited Duke over to her boat after class. It was not a big deal. Except it felt like one, since they were still in the process of -- well, getting Duke settled into the idea that the Samsara wasn't some sacred space he wasn't allowed in.
So Octavia was almost glad that she had something else to think about when they actually made it there. See, stumbling onto a class and joining them had been a good idea right up until the point where the class was done, and it was time to come out of the water, and realize you had not brought a change of clothes.
Thankfully, the weather was warm enough for walking to the docks in clothes that were still wet all over, but it hadn't been the best thing Octavia had ever experienced.
"I should have fruit if you want a snack," she told Duke, as she stepped down into the cabin. "I'm gonna change into something less... damp."
[ooc: For the snogon!]
So Octavia was almost glad that she had something else to think about when they actually made it there. See, stumbling onto a class and joining them had been a good idea right up until the point where the class was done, and it was time to come out of the water, and realize you had not brought a change of clothes.
Thankfully, the weather was warm enough for walking to the docks in clothes that were still wet all over, but it hadn't been the best thing Octavia had ever experienced.
"I should have fruit if you want a snack," she told Duke, as she stepped down into the cabin. "I'm gonna change into something less... damp."
[ooc: For the snogon!]
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He was leaning a bit hard on the three of them, without even realizing it. Lucifer's odd mood from Friday had stuck in his head, and he wanted to hang onto what the three of them had found over their vacation as long as he could.
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Her hand was just slowly petting his hair, now.
"Could be nice," she murmured. "Maybe I might find some new favorite places of my own."
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"Anywhere near the stream in the preserve," she told him softly. "That's the first that comes to mind." Yes, even with her freakout last week.
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Her fingers slid out of his hair and tried to flick at his nose. "So I guess you haven't been keeping any better streams secret from me."
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“Any other favorite places I should know about?”
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The little curve of her lips fell away as she hesitated for a second. Thinking it over.
"But there's... this one street corner, near where Dr. Baker's office is."
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"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, she is." It was pretty far to go for therapy, but then she would probably have had to portal out to Karolina's Baltimore, too.
Her hand settled at the back of his neck.
"There's not really anything special about it," she continued. "The corner, I mean. There are probably hundreds just like it all around the city. But... It's there on the way to the portal place. And it just feels... infinite, somehow. All you see is tall buildings just stretching on."
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They’d always felt very finite to him.
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One that probably came more easily to her because she didn't really have that much experience with big cities. Her imagination wasn't bound by pre-existing expectations of what things were likely to look five, ten, twenty blocks away.
"But there's something nice about it."
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She trailed off, her lips pressing together as she thought it over. Looked for the words, then found them.
"Like possibility, you know?"
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"Might be because of therapy that I even feel that in the first place."
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Duke didn't want to lift his head enough for a bob, so he made a small noise instead.
He still felt weird about therapy. Arla Cogan -- and not knowing exactly when Claire had stopped being Claire -- had done a number on his trust issues. But he would never try to tell her not to do it.
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