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Post by Lincoln on Feb 6, 2021 2:27:51 GMT
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Her reaction was one that was expected but that did not stop the daggers cutting into his heart. Lincoln had not wanted to hurt Costia but he had done so. And when he could provide an answer to her question of why, when he could only look away with something akin to guilt in his eyes, he knew it would hurt her all the more. He could not tell her the truth - that he cared little for the brutality of their lives, that he longed for more, that with Octavia he had found something that had been missing from his life.
The words would destroy them both, would cement his betrayal in stone for all time. She would not forgive him. And he did not expect her too. He trusted her, impossibly so, loved her as dearly as one could love another and perhaps that was why he trusted her with this deadly secret. Part of him hoped she would guard it with her life, part of him doubted she would. The truth was simple. He would be with Octavia. He would protect her, take her to the ocean, to Luna, to hide. Octavia would go with him, he was certain of it.
"I am not asking you to do anything you do not wanted to do." He answered softly, knowing that Costia's loyalty run as deeply as his once had. It was wrong of him to talk to her of this forbidden romance but she was his dearest friend. It would be wrong to confide in anyone else. "I hope that you do, that for me and my happiness you keep it. But I understand if you won't, or can't."
And truly he did. He would not blame her no matter what decision she made of the consequences that came of it. "I am telling you because you are my friend, Costia, and I would hope you could share in my happiness." It was too much to ask, he knew that now. "But if you cannot all I ask is that you wait a day, allow me that one kindness, so that I might go to her and protect her." |
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Post by Lincoln on Feb 5, 2021 17:41:02 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
He hadn't known he had stopped breathing until she spoke those words. The breath was clean, pure; without burden, clear of the looming task of removing their unborn to safe her life. Lincoln had known what it would mean if the baby was dead, how it put her life in danger, and how it could not remain. He watched women in his village die from childbirth in horrible and excruciating ways that he would not allow Clarke to suffer through.
He would do the task, however impossible, however gruesome, if it was to help her. And then she had found the heartbeat, so soft, but strong, and he could not describe the weight that lifted from his shoulders. Clarke was alive. Their child was alive. No words could describe his elation or the guilt that she had to suffer through this because of his own selfishness. But that was in the past. What mattered now was that they were all here, together; alive.
He kissed her again, letting his love for her bleed into it. "Now rest, you and our little one need to regain strength" His voice was firm as he ensured she was comfortable where she lay. "I will bring you some soup and water."
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Post by Lincoln on Sept 9, 2020 14:09:54 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
Why hadn't he killed her; that was the golden question. Lincoln had been asking himself the same thing for days; what made Octavia so different, why was she so special? Lincoln was not a man that believed in love at first sight, no, but she had certainly invoked something in him, something he had not felt for another. It was strange but not an entirely unwelcome feeling.
He continued to hold her despite her struggling, his chest pressed tightly against her back, his fingers constricting around her wrist to accentuate his strength. He smirked faintly against her ear. "I don't know." He answered honestly, not mincing words, knowing that this world was too harsh to try to shelter her from it.
"Maybe I am curious and you are an easy target" That seemed a better explanation. Her people falling from the sky had struck chords for him; mirroring events of his past. Lincoln still did not release her but instead whirled her around to face him, this time pinning her body between him and a nearby tree. He recognised that that may have not been a smart idea when his heartbeats quickened.
Octavia was so small to him, fragile, innocent. But fierce, oh so fierce. "Or maybe I have an interest in your safety."
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 28, 2020 17:42:00 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
Lincoln had heard there were people looking for him, and for the most part he had been able to avoid them. He was grateful for everything that these people had done for him but he was still a danger. Each day was a struggle and he felt he was slowly loosing the fight. His thoughts were filled with memories of what happened in the mountain: the torture, that man, the drug, how it flooded his bloodstream and wiped the sins from his soul. It was like he was someone else for just a few hours, someone far away, someone happy.
He closed his eyes to push the memories away, knowing that indulging them would only heighten the cravings. Abby had warned him how difficult this would be but he'd never imagine it would be like this. So he spent time distancing himself from these people. He was a danger to them. Often irritable and and prone to lashing out. Even some days Octavia couldn't calm him. He was enjoying this moment along when he heard a feminine voice call out.
He wasn't far from her, and she would find him soon enough, so he turned toward the direction she was. "I'm over here." He said, his voice loud and clear to get her attention. Lincoln watched her for a few seconds, just observing her, committing details to memory so that he would remember her in the future. He didn't think they'd met before. If they had it would have been during one of his bad days, when he was high. He didn't remember her name. "Do you need something...?"
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 22, 2020 11:51:25 GMT
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
Those two words were like knifes in his heart, and with each syllable spoken the blade was twisted, and plunged deeper. You promised... The memory of that moment was crystal clear, even as the heroin shot through his body and addled his mind. Baron had found him in the midst of withdrawals and had helped, he had gotten him through the worst of it, through the cravings and the tantrums until he was starting to get better.
But it was so hard. Every day Lincoln craved it, wanted the drug more than anything, wanted to feel that familiar high, the world and his trouble melting away until there was there was nothing. It wasn't always like that. It was impossible to predictable, was dangerous, would leave the man irate and lashing out. Even knowing this, the cravings had been to much to resist and he'd given in.
"God, Baron, can't you call ahead or something." His immediate reaction was aggression. It wasn't Baron he was angry at, it was himself. He was angry that he had relapsed, that he'd been caught, that he'd betrayed his good friend. He shoved the evidence of his betrayal further beneath the pillow before standing and moving across the room, away from the other man.
Lincoln didn't want to be alone with him right now because he couldn't face the shame of what he'd done. he couldn't because he knew Baron wasn't likely to scream or shout. He wouldn't cry or be irrational. He would speak with a calm rationality, with hurt in his eyes. And that was far worse. "What do you want?"
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 22, 2020 11:13:21 GMT
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He'd been further ahead, his eyes and mind focused on the hunt, the deer moving between the trees. His steps were precise, and his heartbeats steady. However, that calm concentration was shattered as her scream echoed through the forest, rattling him to his core. Costia. It was a scene in slow motion: he'd turned, about to yell out but she'd already dropped her spear and had raised her hands to her face, making the burn that much worse.
With his lungs burning and the hunt forgotten, he sprinted back to her. His hands shackled around her wrists to ensure she did not touch her face any more then she'd already done. The venom would already be spreading. "I'm here." He said, forcing his voice to be calm as to not panic her anymore than she already was. Both of them knew this was a risk when coming into the forest. Their world was designed to be hostile, designed to kill. They had prepared for this.
"I'm here, Costia, right here." He looked into her eyes, taking note of how they were watering and bloodshot, no doubt still burning. They would need to act quickly to prevent permanent damage. "I'm going to pick you up." He said so that she would not be startled. He pulled her closer to him so that he could lift her into his arms. "We need to wash the venom from you eyes. The river isn't far."
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 22, 2020 9:03:46 GMT
"Am I under arrest, or not?"
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| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
It was well passed midnight, and he was dressed in navy jeans and a black hoodie. Lincoln was convinced that he'd get away with vandalizing the building, that he wouldn't be caught and so had gotten complacent, had been unhurried and was taking his time. When the flashing lights of red and blue suddenly illuminated the alley, he'd sworn out loud.
He was caught with the spray paint in his hand, the wet liquid still dripping down the wall as the mural he'd painted on the pharmacy's wall slowly dried. The man thought about running, evading police, resisting arrest. Crap. The expression on his face was sour as he begrudgingly raised his hands.
And then as the police officer emerged from the flashing lights, his expression turned to a one of smug amusement. "Officer Blake," his voice was friendly despite the crime scene around him. It was not their first encounter. "Am I under arrest, or not?"
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 14, 2020 12:32:19 GMT
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Lincoln shifted when she pushed at his jacket, not hesitating in helping her remove it. His hands moved on their own accord, pushing beneath her shirt to feel the canvass of her skin, the warmth of it enticing a soft groan from his mouth. There was a part of him begging him to stop, imploring him to act rationally and think about the woman whose heart he had broken oh so recently. Octavia was likely to be crying at the moment, cursing his name, and wising her was dead.
But all of this was drowned out by his need for her. Her spirit was calling to him, encouraging him, welcoming him to that place beneath her rib cage. He and Clarke two of them kindred, broken in was only the other could understand. Lincoln could not deny her even if he had truly wanted to. What did she mean to him? The question floated somewhere in the back of his mind, resonating, imposing. He could not call it love, could not call it beyond what it was in that moment. Perhaps it was only loneliness, and bitterness manifesting in ways that were dangerous and ramifying. Perhaps one day it would be. One day. For now he allowed himself to be lost in the sensations of her. His fingertips pressed harder into the curves of her hips, dragging her into his lap, so that her thighs were around him. The weight of her was familiar somehow, comfortable. "Clarke," his voice was stern, strong, and firm. His confidence in that moment unwavering. His mouth was heavy on hers, chasing the taste of her, desperate for more. |
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 10, 2020 15:25:55 GMT
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Octavia was still so young, so curious, so innocent compared to the violence of the world she now called home. Lincoln had worried about her since the moment he had seen her. One wrong step and she would be dead. And still knowing that did not stop the smile from tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Quickly." He said simply, as though it was the logical answer. "And quietly, without being seen." It was him that moved to close the distance between them with surprising speed.
His large hand encircled her wrist, firm, strong, using the hold to pull her forward and off balance. Octavia had guile but was still unlearned. Her people were so unlike his. The grounders had been raised knowing how to fight and how to kill. Her people had been raised to survive in vastly different ways, ways that ill-prepared for the ground.
Lincoln moved behind her, no yet relinquishing her wrist, pulled her arm tightly against her own body as his chest pressed firmly against her back. His lips brushed against her ear as he leaned down with a smirk. "If I caught you like this a blade to the throat would work, a quick clean slice." He explained, not trying to hide the blood-soaked details. It was a part of his world, as much as he disliked it.
"Or if I wanted to keep you alive to a while, here." He jabbed a finger into her back, beneath a shoulder blade. "Stab the blade upward into the lung. You would be able to scream but breathing would be unbearable." There were many ways to kill depending on what was needed. Many ways for someone so innocent such as her to suffer. "You are lucky it is only me following you in these woods." He whispered in a lower voice, still not releasing her.
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Post by Lincoln on Oct 30, 2019 14:18:20 GMT
The taste of her was imprinted unto his memory; his lips, his tongue. From the moment Lincoln had seen Octavia step out of the ship he had been starstruck, captivated by her beauty and grace. He remembered the look on her face when she had drawn in that first breath of fresh air, how the wind played with her hair, the excitement in her voice as she screamed aloud. It was her first taste of freedom and she was so beautiful in that moment. So innocent and mysterious. Lincoln couldn't help himself so had taken to watching her, night and day, ensuring that she was safe, sketching her, leaving flowers. And he knew she was watching him.
Tonight was not the first time he had found the young woman looking into the treeline for him, smiling as she collected the flowers he left for her, waiting for him, wanting him. Tonight wasn't any different. Lincoln wasn't in his cave as she suspected he was. He had been in the forest, blending into the foliage, a shadow stalking her as she moved between the trees. Octavia was still new to this dangerous world, moved with loud steps, without finesse or subtly. He smiled to himself while leaning against the tree behind her. “If I was someone else you would be dead. I heard you coming from a mile away.”
Tag: Octavia Blake Note: It's perfect!! I'm sorry mine isn't as long or great. :/ |
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Post by Lincoln on Oct 22, 2019 23:56:06 GMT
I can work on one tonight when I get home! ^_^
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Post by Lincoln on Oct 22, 2019 9:18:10 GMT
I’d love to start in the beginning! Maybe when they were still sneaking around, when Lincoln was still teaching her about grounder culture, we could build from there?
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Post by Lincoln on Oct 21, 2019 16:45:19 GMT
Me. Please. Thank you.
I want to do threads with you! Explore their relationship from start to finish and beyond well into the AU!
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Post by Lincoln on May 19, 2019 14:10:38 GMT
Lincoln's Soundtrack
Angel
By: Theory of a Deadman
This song, in my opinion, is the perfect representation for Lincoln's feelings toward Octavia.
He wanted her, loved her, wanted to be what she needed. He was willing to risk his life for her, to betray his people for her. But in the end he could not safe her from his world of violence.
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I’m in love with an angel, heaven forbid
Made me a believer with the touch of her skin
I’d go to hell and back with you
Stay lost in what we found.
Worlds apart we were the same
Until we hit the ground
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak
Maybe I’m blinded by what I see
You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me
'Cause I could never set you free
So fly on your own
It’s time I let you go
Go
I’m in love with an angel who’s afraid of the light
Her halo is broken but there's fight in her eyes
Walls are built to keep us safe
Until they’re crashing down
Worlds apart we were the same
Until you hit the ground
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak
Maybe I’m blinded by what I see
You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me
'Cause I could never set you free
So fly on your own
It’s time I let you go
Go
Walls are built to keep us safe
Until they’re crashing down
Worlds apart we were the same
Until you hit the ground
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m weak
Maybe I’m blinded by what I see
You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me
'Cause I could never set you free
So fly on your own
It’s time I let you go
So fly on your own
It’s time I let you go
Go
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Post by Lincoln on Nov 18, 2018 3:47:45 GMT
Random Number Generators Choice:
22. Shooting up heroin. | if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
He was getting better, was in recovery, was clean but all that time, and all that effort was going down the drain as quickly as water did. Lincoln had been struggling with his addiction for months now but with the help of a few friends had gotten clean a couple of weeks ago.
It was hard fighting the cravings, the knowledge of how good the high would feel, and he'd relapsed. He would regret this in the morning but right now he was anxious, impatient for the feeling to wash over him. The needle sank into his arm, into his vein, the strong of the drug being injected giving way to euphoria... until...
The door opened. Lincoln tried desperately to hide the evidence of his relapse from whoever had interrupted, shoving them under the nearest object he could. The throw pillow did nothing to aid him. "Don't you ever knock?!" He growled as he turned to glare at Baron.
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