MCA #9, So Early Sunday Morning It's Practically Still Saturday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia should've probably expected this. So far, her nights had been ones of dreamless, exhausted sleep. But nothing lasted forever, especially once the initial shock of being here instead of there wore off.

They were relatively simple images. It was Helios, galloping in a wild panic through the woods. It was Indra, being killed in battle.

It was Lincoln, suffering Death by a Thousand Cuts.

She woke up crying. It took her by such a surprise that it took her a moment to realize she was also close to hyperventilating, and she sat up on the couch, trying to get herself under control. Trying to breathe and trying to stop crying.

Or at least trying to keep herself quiet. But it wasn't going very well.

[ooc: For that guy that lives here.]

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[okteiviakom]

He was in for a shock, come next island invasion.

But now, Octavia just pointed out, "You'd be allowed with me." She gave his hand another squeeze, then let it go so she could push herself up and onto her feet. "Just no protecting."

[notgetkilled]

"Thanks but I think I wanna sleep," he said, shrugging. "I don't know if I'd be any good walking around this early. Gotten a little soft now that they've given me a bed and stuff."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was definitely judging him. Silently. And no, not for coming with her. For getting soft.

Or maybe she was just briefly jealous that he'd had the option.

But she wasn't going to tell him that. Just like so many other things, it wasn't actually his fault. "I'll be fine," she said instead.

[notgetkilled]

"Okay," Bellamy said, ignoring her judging looks and getting to his feet. "Don't stay out too long."

[okteiviakom]

"I won't."

And she meant it. The last thing she wanted was to cause him worry. There'd been enough of that over the last year.