Octavia Blake (
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2025-01-02 10:42 pm (UTC)
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While her arms wound themselves tight around him, Octavia pressed her face against his shoulder. (And his shoulder was about to be wet.)
"I'm sorry I can't seem to control it," she said, close to a whisper. Strained. "I tried, I really tried, but I'd been...
holding on
for too long --"
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"I'm sorry I can't seem to control it," she said, close to a whisper. Strained. "I tried, I really tried, but I'd been... holding on for too long --"