Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2024-03-29 01:36 pm
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The Drum Room, Cape Rouge, Friday Noon
Octavia had been... holding it together. So far. For the most part. Sure, all this was annoying as hell, being at the mercy of her pollen-addled hormones while being the only affected person on the Rouge, and while her stupidly attractive partners had somehow thought it a good idea to go on an off-island date on the one evening this week she'd had actual reason to be away from the boat even if the club shift had been a handwavy one thanks to RL.
Ahem.
Anyway, she'd been handling it. Mostly by going on jogs and generally keeping herself physically active in ways that made her too tired to focus much on other ways of being physically active, because she felt some unease about making any of this anyone else's problem, especially knowing the issues Duke had had in the past.
By Friday, her legs were kind of beginning to protest any more running, though, and she had to turn to something else. And the something else... Well, she'd been avoiding the drums ever since she'd set up the kit and finished the room. But guess today she was just too tired and desperate to be afraid anymore: ultimately, there had been barely any hesitation at all before she'd slipped into the new drum room/cabin, and taken a seat behind the kit.
And picked up the sticks, suddenly so familiar in her hands that it was almost as if a decade hadn't passed at all. Although, actually playing...
So far, it was just a whole lot of very loud noise, but it felt good. And that was enough, for now.
[ooc: Open, of course. ETA: NSFW, surprising absolutely no one.]
Ahem.
Anyway, she'd been handling it. Mostly by going on jogs and generally keeping herself physically active in ways that made her too tired to focus much on other ways of being physically active, because she felt some unease about making any of this anyone else's problem, especially knowing the issues Duke had had in the past.
By Friday, her legs were kind of beginning to protest any more running, though, and she had to turn to something else. And the something else... Well, she'd been avoiding the drums ever since she'd set up the kit and finished the room. But guess today she was just too tired and desperate to be afraid anymore: ultimately, there had been barely any hesitation at all before she'd slipped into the new drum room/cabin, and taken a seat behind the kit.
And picked up the sticks, suddenly so familiar in her hands that it was almost as if a decade hadn't passed at all. Although, actually playing...
So far, it was just a whole lot of very loud noise, but it felt good. And that was enough, for now.
[ooc: Open, of course. ETA: NSFW, surprising absolutely no one.]
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"Darling, are you all right in there?"
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(There was the occasional rhythm to it, now. Something coming back.)
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Oof. Yes, a lot of noise.
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Sort of. She was very out of breath, so that was still a sound. She also looked sweaty and more than a little flushed in the face as she looked up at him.
(Her ears were ringing faintly. She should probably dig up the stuff to keep that from happening.)
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She looked gorgeous and quite sexy, actually, but he wasn't going to bring it up.
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The demonstrative wave of the sticks would surely distract from how loud and chaotic it had been.
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"What?"
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He was not good at diplomacy, she knew this.
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So.
"Leave."
Maybe in a second she'd remember how to make that a request.
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He backed out through the door.
Perhaps they should have worked harder to convince her that sex was all right?
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... Okay, maybe a little bit.
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Lucifer skittered back to his cake.
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Goddammit.
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He eyed it critically.
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Maybe she needed to cool down, anyway? (As if that was possible.)
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Even slower than she'd moved the last time, she sank fully down onto the floor, onto her back. Squeezed her eyes shut until she saw nothing but black.
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Yes, that would do.
...
Had it gone quiet?
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Octavia opened her eyes again, and stared at the ceiling. There was still a pleasant enough ache in her arms, but even between that and the slowly fading surge of annoyance, she could feel the restlessness stuck in her body that doubled as an itch in the back of her brain.
She hated it.
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He paced back out of the galley, back to the drumming room.
He reached out and knocked. Cautiously. "Octavia?"
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But this wasn't really his fault, so... "Still here." Raspy and mild and just loud enough to still be heard through the door.
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He would probably be allowed to be an ass about some things.
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He opened the door. Slowly.
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