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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She wasn't buying his 'fine'. She never did.
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On a boat that could just float away any time she wanted it to.
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Because if she was honest, the quiet days in Baltimore had probably been good for her.
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You know, like people said when they wanted to break up but didn't want to say 'break up'.
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Not that she could really blame him for hearing it that way.
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"I want to stay," she said firmly, shaking her head a little. "I just don't know if it's the best thing for us right now."
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"Maybe a little."
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It was painfully obvious to a lot of people why he did that.
"You're really not leaving?"
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"I'm really not leaving," she promised, her face tilted up towards him. "You can find me whenever you want. Ai swega klin, jaka.."
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"I don't want to make you stay," he said, voice tight. "But I don't know what I'd do if you did leave."
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Duke's voice was as wet as they shower was.
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"Ai wigod yu op, snogon."
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"I just needed more time," she said, her own voice a little tight, now. "It was too soon. Too sudden."
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"But we've both come back."
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"Yeah," Octavia said, finally letting her head hang forward.
Yeah, that was exactly what they should have done. But she'd been so desperate to cling to him after seven years that there'd been no room for it.
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