Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-09-24 01:32 pm
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The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Friday Afternoon
Octavia knew there was a Parents Weekend thing happening in town right now. She was still undecided on whether she wanted to put in an appearance, because on one hand, last year's had led to some bad times for her. On the other... There was some small part of her that hoped, no matter how foolishly, that maybe Gloria would somehow show up.
(There was just so much she wanted to tell her. And so much fear that she would never get to.)
So far, for her trek through town after her usual Friday routine of therapy and swimming out in New York, she had steered clear of the park. She had a big bag from a shoe store to get home, anyway. See, there'd been some talk of those early days on the Ground in her session today, and then she'd taken a slightly different route from her usual in getting to the portal place, and she'd seen the boots in a store window, and, well. She'd never been able to resist a good symbol. Especially one as personal as this, appearing at just the right time for it to feel a little like something else than just pure coincidence.
(Even with how mired in complications that thought was for her, these days. For reasons she had still not discussed with Dr. Baker at all.)
And even as she stepped aboard the Rouge, she was still wondering whether she should've just taken her purchase on the Samsara instead, and buried them in her closet. The urge to share and the urge to keep it to herself felt equal.
Maybe she'd shove them in a closet here, instead.
[ooc: Open, though slow.]
(There was just so much she wanted to tell her. And so much fear that she would never get to.)
So far, for her trek through town after her usual Friday routine of therapy and swimming out in New York, she had steered clear of the park. She had a big bag from a shoe store to get home, anyway. See, there'd been some talk of those early days on the Ground in her session today, and then she'd taken a slightly different route from her usual in getting to the portal place, and she'd seen the boots in a store window, and, well. She'd never been able to resist a good symbol. Especially one as personal as this, appearing at just the right time for it to feel a little like something else than just pure coincidence.
(Even with how mired in complications that thought was for her, these days. For reasons she had still not discussed with Dr. Baker at all.)
And even as she stepped aboard the Rouge, she was still wondering whether she should've just taken her purchase on the Samsara instead, and buried them in her closet. The urge to share and the urge to keep it to herself felt equal.
Maybe she'd shove them in a closet here, instead.
[ooc: Open, though slow.]
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"They look like the butterflies I saw on the Ground."
Not exactly, of course. But close enough that -- well. Close enough that she felt something.
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"After I just mentioned them to Dr. Baker this morning? Yeah."
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"I look forward to seeing you in them," he said. "Octavia, Butterfly Queen."
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Which part was she referring to? Either one.
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"When you're ready," Lucifer said.
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"So that was my morning."
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"Sure."
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Instead, she found her way to one of the benches on the deck, and sat down.
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He held one of the glasses out to her. "There you go."
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She took a sip and looked out over the water, instead.
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That he would get way too into.
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She didn't need to do any more swimming today.
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