Duke Crocker (
betterthanaplan) wrote2020-11-23 02:37 pm
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The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday
Right. So. This morning was a thing that had happened. On the one hand, Octavia seemed ready to talk, finally. On the other, it felt like Duke had just played "swap the important person in your life who's pissed at you".
"I'll make some coffee," Duke said, leading Octavia into the galley. "And . . . breakfast? Maybe?"
[for the girl]
"I'll make some coffee," Duke said, leading Octavia into the galley. "And . . . breakfast? Maybe?"
[for the girl]
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But she seemed baffled, more than anything.
"What?"
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Samael had gotten them both free and clear. But when they were all their grownup, present day selves, it all got so much more complicated.
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Then she shook her head. A little. "I... don't think that's it."
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He was a little worried Lucifer would never come back.
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"Did he tell you I can hurt him?" she asked. "I mean, I can make him bleed. I shouldn't be able to, but I am."
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Wow. That was loud. Also clearly a "no, he didn't tell me that."
"Since when?!"
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"Apparently I scratched him when I was a raccoon," she said. "And we -- tested it, with a knife. When I was in Baltimore."
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Because they'd been so scientific with testing it.
"It's just me."
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"Yeah."
It made it very specific to her.
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She leaned her shoulder against the wall, and ran her hand down her face in an unconscious imitation of him. "I don't know, Duke."
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"I know. I just -- he'll come back, right?"
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They'd have to talk more later about Lucifer and how he might or might not fit into . . . wherever the two of them ended up in their own relationship. But right now. . . .
"Don't suppose I could ask you to return the hair favor?"
He at the very least needed to load up on conditioner here, after getting the 3-in-1 in his hair.
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"Sure," Octavia said, soft and quiet again.
But if he wanted conditioner, he was going to have to ask for it, because one of the three was conditioner, come on now.
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Duke reached for the conditioner bottle and held it out to her. "Do you think we'll be okay?"
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Because they were a trainwreck, right now. In so many ways.
"But I do." She had to believe it, because otherwise she wasn't sure what she'd do. She bit on her lip for a second, studying the bottle but not really seeing it. Then she looked up again. "Do you?"
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Her voice was softer once more, when she spoke again. She was hesitant to say this, worried about how he'd take it. "I think I'm gonna stay on my own boat for a while."
As an actual choice, this time, instead of the direct result of another fight.
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It felt like something that should be said out loud.
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He was pretty mortified by how he'd reacted this morning, and doing his best to cover for it now.
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She wasn't buying his 'fine'. She never did.
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