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Most days, Duke was fine. Better than fine, even; he'd been essentially rebooted, after all. Turned off and back on again and all his caches had cleared and -- yeah, he honestly didn't know anywhere near enough about computers to make this metaphor work. He'd been in a dry dock of sorts. All patched up and back in shipshape.
Most days.
He couldn't remember most of the dream when he woke, his heart triphammering in his chest. Just the sense of utter helplessness that had accompanied it, and the sense that the gremlin man -- Croatoan -- was lurking at the edges, smirking in delight. He sat up in bed, trying to force his breathing back under control, and hoped he hadn't woken Lucifer or Octavia.
He really liked being fine. He wanted that feeling back, dammit.
HE slid out of bed, trying not to disturb anyone, and went to go hunt down a coffee.
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Most days.
He couldn't remember most of the dream when he woke, his heart triphammering in his chest. Just the sense of utter helplessness that had accompanied it, and the sense that the gremlin man -- Croatoan -- was lurking at the edges, smirking in delight. He sat up in bed, trying to force his breathing back under control, and hoped he hadn't woken Lucifer or Octavia.
He really liked being fine. He wanted that feeling back, dammit.
HE slid out of bed, trying not to disturb anyone, and went to go hunt down a coffee.
[for the partners]
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:33 pm (UTC)Mouthed, "Sorry," like she felt responsible for something.
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:46 pm (UTC)Who was trying very hard not to think about why he was awake in particular.
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Date: 2025-04-16 06:03 pm (UTC)“Nightmare.”
It felt so deeply silly to say it out loud.
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Date: 2025-04-16 06:07 pm (UTC)Octavia ran the backs of her fingers over the bridge of his foot, and shrugged. "I don't sleep much."
Lately.
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Date: 2025-04-17 03:51 am (UTC)Ah, still raw, yes.
He set his coffee aside, barely drunk, and shoved a hand through his hair with a muttered “sorry”.
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Date: 2025-04-17 07:00 am (UTC)"All I meant was," she said, still quiet but much milder now, "that I know not remembering doesn't mean it doesn't still fuck you up to wake up from it or that the feeling isn't still there, but at least whatever horrible stuff you dreamed isn't looping around in your head."
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Date: 2025-04-17 04:27 pm (UTC)"Yeah," he said. "I know. Just . . . still on edge, I guess."
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Date: 2025-04-17 07:24 pm (UTC)And resumed rubbing Duke's ankle, although the the touch was a little more faint now.
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Date: 2025-04-17 07:54 pm (UTC)“Fair enough.” He let out a long sigh. “Sorry I woke you two up.”
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Date: 2025-04-17 08:02 pm (UTC)"You didn't do it on purpose."
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Date: 2025-04-17 08:33 pm (UTC)But they all knew she was generally the slowest to shift course like that. It would take a while. In the meantime, she was finishing her coffee. And trying to will some energy back into her body.
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Date: 2025-04-18 05:11 pm (UTC)Not upbeat the way she would have liked, but hey. It was words, and words were progress.
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