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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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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“Okay,” he said. “Okay. This . . . this is good. It’s going to be good..”
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Then urged him to rest his head against hers.
"I love you," she murmured. "So much. Hod yu in krei bitam. And I want to keep doing that."
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Or maybe it was something giving out at the thought that he still loved her.
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