Octavia Blake (
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The Marina, Cat Island, Friday Afternoon
As most days this week (and the one before that, and the one before that...) Octavia had spent most of the early parts of her day working around the marina. There was always maintenance work to be done, things to fix, areas to tidy. She knew how to do most of the usual things by now, too, and had less of a need for the local workers to show her the ropes, whether literal or figurative. She could just be helpful. Just that, and not a burden or a hindrance.
It settled something in her. At least a little.
But by now, her tasks for the day were done. She'd cleaned all of the maintenance grime off of herself, and was now sitting near where the Fin & Tonic was docked. Watching the water, listening to whatever noise was coming from elsewhere in the marina.
Thinking about home.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual with likely SP.]
It settled something in her. At least a little.
But by now, her tasks for the day were done. She'd cleaned all of the maintenance grime off of herself, and was now sitting near where the Fin & Tonic was docked. Watching the water, listening to whatever noise was coming from elsewhere in the marina.
Thinking about home.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual with likely SP.]
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(It was a very positive sound, in this context.)
"Yeah, we should sit. Somewhere we can sit... close."
To each other, obviously.
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But for now, she took advantage of the bench-like quality to sit down. Then glanced around, and gave a soft little sigh. "Yeah, this should do."
It felt private.
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He was looking at her, not the cove.
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"Are you hitting on me?" she drawled, raising her eyebrows. "Because... it might work."
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Also the lighter she could keep the moment, the less likely it was they'd create a paralyzingly Big Deal Moment out of their potential sharing. Maybe.
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He pulled out the grapes and unwrapped some cheese.
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In fact, she was going to steal a grape or two right now. (Well, 'steal'.)
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"I have no idea how to gracefully dive in," he admitted.
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She gave a soft snort. "I don't think there is a way to do that," she said, with a small shake of her head. And then she tilted her head, and lifted one shoulder a bit. "You wanna maybe start with a question?"
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"I don't know if I really even remember," she admitted. It had been a few years, after all, and this was a question she'd... never actually thought about, before. "But... you know it started out between me and you, first. And after that went away..."
The kindest possible way to phrase it, all things considered.
"It stayed away, for probably a good while. But there was something else in me that, kind of... looked for an outlet, maybe? The, I guess, the opposite of what we'd been doing."
She paused, hesitated, tried to pick the best words.
"And if there's something in you looking to be put in its place," she said, slower, "who's better than the Devil?"
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"You'd been dominating," he said. "You wanted to be dominated, too."
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"I'd done bad things," she said, a touch more quiet, "and I wanted to be punished."
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He didn't say anything. Just held her.
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"I found that with him," she muttered. "He could act cruel and still make it safe."
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He gave her another squeeze.
"The perfect outlet."
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As Octavia was about to elaborate on.
She nodded. "I think I told you about how sometimes I need it to feel real?" she said. "At the beginning, I needed to be -- basically wrestled into submitting. Like there was this... conflict, in my head, like there was one part wanting to be ground down to dust, another part way too angry and proud to let that happen."
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He’ll, he’d suggested it to her as a way to get back to what the two of them had started, once upon a time.
“And now?” he asked gently.
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She looked off into the distance again.
"By now, I've done enough work that we can just... feel it out, you know? Whichever way it goes." How the power shifted. "I can... want whatever I want. Including being manhandled, but I can give in without it now, too."
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"You are?"
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