Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2022-06-19 12:46 pm
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.
And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.
About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."
[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]
And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.
About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."
[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]
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"I love you so much," she whispered. Shook her head, barely. "And this thing won't beat me."
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"Just have to find the right steps."
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No, really, this had probably done a lot to boost her confidence at this front.
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As if praise was not already in there, just overshadowed by the more obvious things.
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Sort of.
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Not at all thinking about what that would be like, now. Not. At. All.
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He didn't feel light, exactly. If anything, he felt like both of his feet were firmly on the ground - with something ahead worth walking towards.
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Yeah. They were more in sync again. And it was good.