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betterthanaplan) wrote2023-07-02 12:57 pm
betterthanaplan) wrote2023-07-02 12:57 pm
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Port of Fandom, Sunday evening
The portal let off at the end of the docks. Duke walked through, his head down, shoulders hunched, looking like a man under attack.
He wasn't anymore, at least not from the outside.
He paused just long enough to get his bearings, then started down the docks, not waiting for his partners to follow through the portal. He wanted to -- something. He didn't know what. Yell or hit something or dive into the ocean or maybe get on the OceaNyx and sail off over the horizon and just. Disappear.
He was pretty sure no one was going to let him do that last one, though.
[for said partners, please! And the return and general mood is fine for broadcast, but maybe not the precise details of conversations]
He wasn't anymore, at least not from the outside.
He paused just long enough to get his bearings, then started down the docks, not waiting for his partners to follow through the portal. He wanted to -- something. He didn't know what. Yell or hit something or dive into the ocean or maybe get on the OceaNyx and sail off over the horizon and just. Disappear.
He was pretty sure no one was going to let him do that last one, though.
[for said partners, please! And the return and general mood is fine for broadcast, but maybe not the precise details of conversations]
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She didn't say anything.
Just offered Duke her hand again. Did her best to give Lucifer a little nudge, too.
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He shifted closer at the nudge, until he felt himself touching them both. He threw an arm over Duke.
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Well, more open and bigger than the bedroom, anyway.
She gave Duke's hand a squeeze.
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He was the opposite when he got stressed. He liked close quarters. He’d absolutely spent nights curled up in various walls in his time.
“I’m sorry all that happened.”
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She could still keep her firm hold on Duke's hand, though. And brush her thumb back and forth against it.
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He also sounded tired.
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Had been. Whatever.
"And it's useless."
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Not the people committing suicide on his knives. Not the damage Haven did to his partners. Not even the troubles themselves anymore.
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But that made him reach out, and brush back some of Duke's bangs, and trace his face with his fingertips.
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She was barely here, anyway.
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“I feel like I can’t do anything.”
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Like she was sinking into some kind of a pit.
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But, the hand holding his had slowly gone slack over the last while. And her breathing had steadied.
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He hesitated. Before he found himself, inevitably, leaning past Octavia to kiss Duke. Very gentle. Very exhausted.
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“We should sleep,” he said finally.
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"We should," Lucifer agreed softly. "Octavia's already setting the right example."
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