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The docks, Friday night
Aug. 21st, 2020 04:24 pmDuke had rushed back to the docks after his encounter with Lucifer, excited to let Octavia know what he'd found out, and see if they couldn't relocate some equilibrium together.
Octavia wasn't there, though. Her boat was, which was a relief (he hadn't let himself think about it consciously, but he'd been really worried she'd just take off), but she was nowhere to be found.
He pulled his phone out and sent her a quick text -- found the fix! where r u?? -- and sat down on the dock next to the Samsara to wait. Running his clearest happy memory, Octavia in her new butterfly dress, though his head on repeat to keep the night mares at bay.
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Octavia wasn't there, though. Her boat was, which was a relief (he hadn't let himself think about it consciously, but he'd been really worried she'd just take off), but she was nowhere to be found.
He pulled his phone out and sent her a quick text -- found the fix! where r u?? -- and sat down on the dock next to the Samsara to wait. Running his clearest happy memory, Octavia in her new butterfly dress, though his head on repeat to keep the night mares at bay.
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