Duke Crocker (
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2025-01-02 10:05 pm (UTC)
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Duke heard the scrunch of their feet in the sand getting closer. He took another long swig from the wine and set it aside again.
His face was angled their way, but he was looking at the sand.
(He didn't resent Octavia her feelings. Or at least, it wasn't only resentment. He
ached
for it. For that kind of freedom for himself.)
(He'd always wanted to be more like her.)
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His face was angled their way, but he was looking at the sand.
(He didn't resent Octavia her feelings. Or at least, it wasn't only resentment. He ached for it. For that kind of freedom for himself.)
(He'd always wanted to be more like her.)