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 a convenient and unfair target to place blame on. But she wasn't trying to do that. At least she didn't think so.

"I guess," she said mildly. "He saved me again when the Trigedakru attacked the camp. I was hit with a poisoned arrow."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy held back his obvious question on if she was okay. Physically, she was because she was here but he didn't want her to send him another withering look.

"Why did they attack us?" Bellamy asked. "Because of what happened with the Grounder?"

[okteiviakom]

"Because Skaikru invaded their land when we came from the sky," Octavia replied. "Because a rocket flare that was used to contact the Ark burned down a whole village."

It wasn't as if they didn't have reasons to attack.

"And yes, because of what happened with him."

[notgetkilled]

"A few of those things couldn't be helped. Weren't our fault," Bellamy said with a sigh. "But I can see how it might piss people off. For what it's worth, I wish it hadn't happened like that. Probably could have been done better."

[okteiviakom]

He'd been so good about trying to avoid the withering look earlier, and yet he got one anyway.

This one was for stating the obvious.

"Yes," she said. And then sighed, looking back down at her lap again. "His people turned on him too, for helping me, you know."

[notgetkilled]

"No, I didn't know. That's why I'm asking you," Bellamy said, sighing. "I'm sorry all that shit happened. I'm sorry I wasn't there"

[okteiviakom]

"It wasn't your fault." She could see that much. "And I'm still alive."

That had to count for something.

[notgetkilled]

"You are," Bellamy said, nodding. "Should try and get some sleep. It's still early. Plenty of time before the sun comes up."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't feel like sleeping."

The image of Lincoln suffering, though faded, was still in her head. She didn't want to see it again.

She rubbed her eyes. "I might just go take a walk."

[notgetkilled]

"You know this place well enough to not get lost?" Bellamy asked, eyeing her skeptically.

[okteiviakom]

"It's an island," Octavia sighed, like she might have rolled her eyes if she'd had more energy. "It's not like there's any place on this rock I can go and not find my way back if I just follow the coast."

[notgetkilled]

"Just don't go for a swim," Bellamy teased lightly. "Do you know how to swim? I don't think they have lifeguards out there and I'm too tired to come out and save you."

[okteiviakom]

"I know how to swim."

Thank Lincoln.

She reached out for his hand.

"I'm not going in the water at night."

[notgetkilled]

"Do you need a phone?" Bellamy asked her, tilting his head and curling his fingers around hers. "I can let you use mine."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged, vaguely. "What would I need it for?"

She didn't really know anyone but him.

[notgetkilled]

"Take pictures?" Bellamy shrugged. "It would make me feel better if you took it with you, okay?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave his fingers a squeeze. "Okay, big brother," she said. She didn't think she'd need it for anything, but she wanted to ease his mind. "But I don't need protecting."

Still wanted to say that, too, just to say it.

[notgetkilled]

"I know," Bellamy said even if he thought otherwise. "I'm not going to go with you. You can do it on your own. See, not protecting you."

[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.