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The nightmares were back.
They always came back, so Octavia probably shouldn't have felt as disappointed about it as she did. Suppose she should've even been grateful that at least she hadn't woken up in a full panic, this time. Just uncomfortable. And uncomfortable hadn't been enough to immediately wake up the other people in bed.
She'd slipped away quietly, doing her best not to disturb them.
And now she was out on the deck, standing by the gunwale, wrapped up in a blanket. Watching the full moon reflect off the water, trying to find some steady ground - well, metaphorically speaking, anyway. The ship swayed slowly under her untied boots, and that was a welcome thing.
The dreams were still echoing around her skull. The pit, as always. Ilian. Bellamy. Blodreina.
Butterflies, burning.
Octavia drew in a slow breath, and tipped her head back on the exhale, looking up at the sky.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, but open if her fellow boat-dwellers want.]
They always came back, so Octavia probably shouldn't have felt as disappointed about it as she did. Suppose she should've even been grateful that at least she hadn't woken up in a full panic, this time. Just uncomfortable. And uncomfortable hadn't been enough to immediately wake up the other people in bed.
She'd slipped away quietly, doing her best not to disturb them.
And now she was out on the deck, standing by the gunwale, wrapped up in a blanket. Watching the full moon reflect off the water, trying to find some steady ground - well, metaphorically speaking, anyway. The ship swayed slowly under her untied boots, and that was a welcome thing.
The dreams were still echoing around her skull. The pit, as always. Ilian. Bellamy. Blodreina.
Butterflies, burning.
Octavia drew in a slow breath, and tipped her head back on the exhale, looking up at the sky.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, but open if her fellow boat-dwellers want.]
