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Post by blake on Oct 8, 2016 20:41:31 GMT
Octavia Blake
I don't want to survive. I want to live.
Octavia had been staring out into the woods, trying to process everything that had happen recently. Behind her, Bellamy was giving orders to someone, and she looked away to watch him for a moment. Her name was ironic now. Sister to the emperor. Little did they know how 'dead on' that would be 17 years later. Her thoughts were slightly bitter, if not still loving toward her brother. She loved him but she didn't like him right now.
She had never seen him so violent and unwilling to hear her as when he had @linkon hostage. As when he hurt him. Stabbed his hand. Beat him with a---Octavia looked down to the fire, cutting off her thoughts, and bit her lip to keep from snapping at Bellamy again. Soon enough he would crawl into his tent with one or more of his girls and . . . . do whatever it was that he did with a few girls all night long--things she didn't want to think about.
Octavia had just looked up to where she had been looking and that was when she saw it. The flower. That had not been there a moment ago! Her heart skipped a beat, while she fought a smile and she tired to act casual as she stood up and stretched. Casual. Be causal! Moving toward her tent, she looked back at her brother who thankfully was talking to Clarke and wasn't looking . . . so she skipped her tent and moved toward the door.
She didn't have to wait long until the guard wasn't looking and she could slip out. Once free, she ran. Grabbing the flower she followed the long trail of flowers until she to where he was leading her, and he came into sight. His back was too her, so she slowed her steps. She tired to sneak up behind him on slight toes, making sure to step on no sticks, or leaves to give her away! Each step seemed to echo in her hears, as she got closer. When she was within reaching distance, she had to fight to not laugh, giddy with the idea that she might be getting close to sneaking up on his this time! Pulling out her blade, she moved closer still, and moved in to attack!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 8:56:32 GMT
He had to be careful - this was dangerous, not just for him but for Octavia as well. Did that stop him? No. In fact he was more eager to help teach her how to survive in this world. In order for them to meet up, Lincoln would assure the coast would be clear before setting out white flowers - a symbol, for her to follow when she felt ready. He would not push, he wouldn't demand her to see him. Sure he missed her when she wasn't around but that didn't mean he would control her. She was free to come and go as she pleased. She didn't even have to come if she didn't want to.
Focusing on his task at hand, he was seemingly lost in thought. Going through the motions. His breathing was calm, his eyes never wavering. Though it seemed as though he wasn't aware, he was tuned in with his surroundings enough so that when someone crossed into his vicinity, he was well aware. Being mostly on his own with a target on his back for those thinking he'd be easier prey, Lincoln had learned to listen to his senses. And right now his senses was telling him of someone behind him; the hairs on the nape of his neck prickled and he let a soft smile on his features linger for a few moments before he spun around to meet Octavia with weapon in hand.
He reached up to lightly grasp her wrist if she allowed him to do so, "you're getting better." He nodded, smiling in approval. He knew she wasn't really there to attack him, but rather putting in place the techniques he was teaching her. Silent on ones feet, calm breathing, be one with your surroundings. "You okay?" Lincoln took a few moments to look at her face, study her and make sure things really were okay. He cared little if someone followed her, he'd take them out easily enough(and with non-lethal force. He wasn't going to just kill Octavia's friends). He was more worried if something had happened to her while he was out here.
Slowly he leaned in for a kiss, just a quick one, even though her taste and scent was intoxicating. "Should we continue where we left off?" Lincoln, was of course, talking about their lessons. These meetings weren't just about stealing kisses under the moonlight but training, learning and just getting to know each other.
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Post by blake on Oct 11, 2016 15:36:52 GMT
Octavia Blake
I don't want to survive. I want to live.
O had not even known she had given herself away until he turned to catch her! Damn it! She had thought she was doing it! If if she had to get caught, she was glad it was by him. "You're getting better." His praise made her feel better, and Octavia found herself smiling at his words. One of the reasons she was so fascinated by his culture and people was because they were so fearless, and powerful! She wanted that! She wanted that exhilaration, and thrill! That feeling that no one was going to lock her in a room, because SHE wasn't going to let them! He was giving her that! Giving her her a lot more then that.
"You okay?" He asked, and O finally replied, "Fine, I'm safe there. Bellamy isn't going to let them hurt me." THAT she was certain. As much as they were fighting right now, and as much as she didn't agree with anything he was doing--he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, and she wouldn't let anyone hurt him. He was more then a brother to her, he was part parent, and had been the only friend she'd had for 16 years. Just because they were at odds not didn't mean that 16 years of love went away. "All his puppets wouldn't dare disobey him."
And then he kissed her, and she forgot all about her brother. His lips were warm, and the kiss made her feel butterflies in her belly. It took her a second to open up her eyes after it, and his words--the slight double meaning behind them--made her smile. "Should we continue where we left off?" Yes, to both, her mind tease but she only spoke aloud to the one. "I've been practicing what you've taught me." She was ready to learn. Everything!
She knew that the more time she spent with him, the more she was coming to feel for him. It wasn't like the crush she had on Finn, or the feels she had gotten for Atom. With him there was something stronger there, something she wished she could embrace and never leave. He was so strong and fearsome--but he was gentle and kind. He had trained his whole life to take lives, but instead he saved his enemies. She loved the contrast, and knew she was falling in love with him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 0:50:51 GMT
Bellamy was the brother. And from his observations and what he knew, the brother was protective over the sister and for that he respected him. Didn't mean he was suddenly buddy buddy with him, not after what they had done. They had done what they needed to do to save their friend. While Lincoln understood, that didn't mean he would forgive them. Not yet because he didn't know them. Just because his thoughts were the way they were didn't mean he was going to get revenge either. It was pointless violence that didn't get them anywhere.
"I'm glad you have his protection." Lincoln murmured, his eyes scanning her face. "Sometimes we need a little more even if we are strong." By saying 'we' he was referring to himself and to Ocatvia. She didn't always need protection, she wasn't a helpless cub in the frozen weather. But he knew that sometimes extra protection was handy and welcome.
He gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm glad." He was happy that she was practicing and he noticed it in her movements. This time she was much quieter, lighter on her feet and, in his eyes, more confident with herself. He believed in her but she also needed to believe in herself. That was important. Just as important as her lips against his own, the way his arm curled around her waist and kept her close just to inhale her scent and feel the warmth from her body.
"We'll continue with your fighting techniques in a bit." For now, he had another lesson planned.
Lessons wasn't all about fighting. He would continue her training in both offensive and defensive techniques but first lesson of the day would be something different. Fighting was only one aspect of their lives. "There are three different plants. One of them, when brewed into a tea, will cause severe sleepiness. The other two are completely harmless though they do look rather similar." Lincoln showed her the three different plants, all in various shades of purple. One had what could be described as fur growing along the stalk as means of protection against bugs. One had petals that were tapered into a point. The third, while it looked normal and unassuming, actually glowed in the dark. He grabbed the flower with the furry stalk.
"This is the plant. It's the only one with a furry stalk. It's not terribly deadly. Some of the villagers use it to combat insomnia."
((ooc// totally made it up but i figure it could be from radiation that caused the plants to be the way there were. figured O would benefit from learning about some of these plants xD)) |
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Post by blake on Oct 15, 2016 1:46:05 GMT
Octavia Blake
I don't want to survive. I want to live.
He told her that he was glad she had protection, and Octavia had to bit her lip at the need to say something angry. She loved her brother. She did! But she had spent 16 years hidden in a room and now he expected her to spend another few years hiding in a tent and she wasn't going to let him make her do it. Though, Lincoln's next words soothed the anger, and she felt herself relax. Everyone needed some protection. That was true, though she wished she was strong enough not to need anyone's. One day.
And Lincoln was helping her be strong. He was teaching her so much and Octavia was a vigalant student. She abosrbed everything he did and said, and tried to use it. This time it was about plants, and one that could make someone sleep. She make a stronger mental note about that, though she wasn't sure if she could use it on the others at camp. Still, it might come in handy one day, like if anyone got injured again. Practical use.
She reached for the fuzzy leaf, and turned it over in her fingers, while thinking about how it looked and where he found it, and how to tell it from the others. "How much do you use?" She asked, not wanting to get anyone killed by mistake. Looking up from the leaf, she watched his face, and because distracted for a moment, but not enough to make her stop learning. He had spoken about his village, and she wished she could see it. She wanted to walk among his people, but she knew that it would not only get her killed but him as well. She wouldn't risk his life, even though she wished more then anything that she could be with him openly. Her people would kill him, and his people would kill them both. She hated the knowledge.
((OOC: HAHAHAHA! No worries! I wouldn't be able to tell what you make up and which you don't!)) |
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