For weeks, for
much longer than on any previous trip out to any of their islands, Octavia had been content. Happy to figure out her new, temporary normal, her new temporary habits and routines. Her favorite paths in the woods, her favorite patches of beach to bring a yoga mat to, the places she knew Duke and Lucifer gravitated towards.
But it always got to her in the end. (Still. For now.) That jittery little feeling, calling her back to her
actual routines, her
actual favorite places.
Calling her home.
She'd told the guys. Sooner rather than later, they'd be heading back to Fandom.
But tonight, they were still here, on their little Chilean island. The sun was setting, and Octavia was out on the beach not too far from the cabin. She was sitting cross-legged on the sand, a small bowl of chopped up fresh fruit on her lap, and her phone and one of those little portable speakers next to her.
Playing
music into the darkening night as she watched the water.
I know I don't get there often enough, but God knows I surely try...Like all the best things, the moment felt to Octavia like freedom to just breathe. A sense of calm. Belonging.
More or less.
[ooc: NFB because of distance, but open to thems that are here.]