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Duke and Octavia had had their chance to talk yesterday, but Lucifer hadn't caught her alone since-- well, since Friday night, if you could call the Nest 'alone'.
He was worried about her. And the whole situation. (Felt like all he was doing at the moment was running around trying to fix things, like he'd turned into Duke overnight.) And... so on Wednesday afternoon, he found it in him to go strolling down the boardwalk to her ship. He'd bought it for her, an eternity ago, and part of him was glad it had turned out to be such an important thing for her.
But the distance between the Rouge and Samsara felt quite large indeed.
Perhaps the papayas he'd brought would help bridge it a bit more.
He set one foot down on Samsara, feeling the ship bob beneath it, and called, "Octavia?"
[[ for her ]]
He was worried about her. And the whole situation. (Felt like all he was doing at the moment was running around trying to fix things, like he'd turned into Duke overnight.) And... so on Wednesday afternoon, he found it in him to go strolling down the boardwalk to her ship. He'd bought it for her, an eternity ago, and part of him was glad it had turned out to be such an important thing for her.
But the distance between the Rouge and Samsara felt quite large indeed.
Perhaps the papayas he'd brought would help bridge it a bit more.
He set one foot down on Samsara, feeling the ship bob beneath it, and called, "Octavia?"
[[ for her ]]