okteiviakom | MCA #9, Friday After Sundown

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MCA #9, Friday After Sundown

After the stronger and stronger pull over the last several days (and the dreams that went with it), this morning Octavia had felt like it had suddenly stopped. She didn't know what to make of it, at first: somehow, it left her feeling expectant.

But then, nothing happened. The day stretched on and nothing was out of the ordinary.

By the time the evening rolled along, she had pretty much began assuming it had just been some kind of a blip in Fandom's system. A random torture with no particular end goal in sight. Just a bunch of dreams of her mother that she hadn't told Bellamy about, for the fear that he'd had them too or the fear that he hadn't. She didn't even know, and now it looked like it didn't even matter. Because it had just been... whatever.

The TV was on, playing some idiotic reality TV show with a lot of conventionally attractive living together in a house with a great big pool. And Octavia was on the couch, rolling her eyes. "Kinda makes you wish the ground never advances back to this point again."

[ooc: For the brother and the mother and conflicting feelings, to be sure.]

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"There's no way we get this far," Bellamy say with a shake of his head. They were too busy fighting each other to allow themselves to live together.

"The pool's nice, though," he admitted, shrugging. "But the people are dumb for saying yes to this."

"The pool's okay, I guess," Octavia muttered, only to gesture vehemently at the screen. "But isn't the house right by the ocean? That makes no sense."

But not a lot did, on the whole.

And then there was a knock on their door.

"Did you order food?" Bellamy asked, peering over at her. "I didn't."

And it wasn't like he had a lot of visitors showing up to try and hang out with him either.

"No," Octavia said, glancing back towards the door before looking at him, "but it's probably Magnus again." Well, no one else had shown up unannounced... pretty much ever. "Can you go see what he wants?"

Probably to shove random present-day snacks at her again, she assumed.

"Magnus?" He's heard the name but he's never stuck around long enough for to talk to the guy. Still, he hefted himself off the couch and walked to the door. He pulled it open without really paying attention, half expecting some food to get tossed past him or something.

"Big guy, almost annoyingly sincere," Octavia told him as he went, but sounding distracted. Guess someone on the screen was being dumb again.

But behind the door wasn't some 'big guy'. Just Aurora, who was somewhere arond Octavia's height and size, and who inhaled a shuddery breath as the door opened and -- there he was.

"Bellamy," she said, her voice full of warmth.

That wasn't a big guy's voice. That was someone else's voice and for a second, Bellamy stares. And then scowls, throwing the door shut.

"No. Not a fucking chance."

It was an understandable reaction.

Aurora couldn't help being startled by it all the same. "Bellamy!" she called, soundng equal parts surprised and stern. Like a mother.

Bellamy ignored it. He stalked back to Octavia and sat down before saying, "I'm not opening that door."

And Octavia was giving him a deeply confused look. "Bel, who is it?"

She could hear whoever it was, still out in the hallway, knocking on the door and yelling his name. The voice was muffled, through the door, but it was prodding at her brain in a troubling way.

"A ghost."

He didn't know what was going on but he's not answering that door. He's not. He's not dealing with this. His head hurt just thinking about it and his eyes -- he'd only glimpsed her for a second and he felt like crying.

"Leave it alone."

Okay, that, combined with the niggling feeling in the back of her mind, and the dreams all through this week made Octavia's stomach drop as it all clicked into place.

"... Is it Mom?"

Her voice had not sounded so small in a long time.

"No."

Because she was dead. There was no way it could be there mother. No way.

"Leave it alone, Octavia."

Octavia shook her head. "It's Mom." She was already getting up. "Bel, it's Mom."

"She's dead. Whatever that is, it's not her," Bellamy said, face stony. "There's no way."

"Do you remember where we are?" Octavia asked, because such few things on this island made sense or even seemed real, and that was her excuse for holding out hope that somehow, it was their mother.

She went to the door, and yanked it open.

And there was Aurora, her hand held up in a fist because she'd been halfway through another knock as the door disappeared from under her hand.

Now she let it drop as she took in the sight before her. The change was -- well, startling was probably the best word for it. "Octavia," she said. "Look how you've grown."

And now it was Octavia's turn to just stare at her. Without the door-slamming.

That doesn't matter to him. This island is strange and impossible but it shouldn't be doing this. If Octavia wants to indulge, so be it. He's not going to let himself be pulled in.

Like he was going to have a choice. This was Octavia's apartment, too.

Although right now, she seemed to be frozen at the door. Their mother was the first to move - if only to tentatively reach out and brush her fingers against her daughter's cheek. After a moment, Octavia caught her hand with her own. Very quickly afterwards, she gave into the impulse to step closer and embrace her mother. The movement was sudden and tight, and it took Aurora a second to reciprocate just because of that.

And also because it wasn't anything she'd ever hoped to be able to feel again.

"Your brother doesn't seem pleased to see me," she murmured.

Octavia's voice was muffled against her shoulder. "He doesn't think you're real."

Because she wasn't and he was refusing to acknowledge it otherwise. There were limits to what he would allow himself to be messed with and this was it. He wasn't going to do this.

"I'm real, Bellamy," Aurora called out to him anyway, still holding Octavia who was clinging to her like her life depended on it.

"I can't explain how, but... I am real."

"You're dead."

And this was not happening. He was not dealing with this. He couldn't. He didn't have the mental capacity to face this.

Did he have the mental capacity for being yelled at by his sister?

Because she stepped away from their mother only to whir around and stare at... okay, the back of his head. "Bellamy! You can't do this."

"Yes, I can," Bellamy said, hunching his shoulders and refusing to look. "I can do this because I can't do that."

Saved him from seeing the distraught look on Octavia's face. Aurora was much calmer - almost resigned.

"Come in, Mom," Octavia said, after a helpless shuddery exhale when Bellamy refused to even look. "It's okay."

Nothing was okay.

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