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okteiviakom) wrote2021-09-24 01:32 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2021-09-24 01:32 pm
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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"That's worse."
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"I'll stop."
Beat.
"Well, I'll try."
Let's not promise things he wasn't one hundred percent sure he could keep to at all times.
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"Thanks," she said, and took a sip from her glass. "That's all I ask."
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Unlike someone else they knew.
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This wouldn't be a good time to disparage Duke's choices, either.
(Yeah okay, so maybe buying those boots had left something a little jittery inside her.)
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"I'm just trying to say I'm grateful you're sometimes willing to play with my aesthetic," Lucifer said. "And that I would likely be a bit uncomfortable if you actually permanently threw your own out to the wind."
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See, she was fine.
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"Good," she decided, "because I'm who you get."
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"And I like having you."
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"Hm," he said, raising his glass to finish the toast. "I should make some fruit sandwiches for the beach."
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These days, most of the time!
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