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okteiviakom) wrote2025-04-20 06:58 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2025-04-20 06:58 pm
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Into A Secluded Part of the Preserve, Sunday Noon
Octavia had been putting all of this off.
She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe to stave off disappointment, in case they were somehow wrong, in case the trouble she'd caught was still there, lurking right in her skin, just waiting for her to make a false move.
And it wasn't like she hadn't already tested it. First, with something from her tiny garden on the deck of the Rouge, only just barely in the process of waking up for spring. And then, with one of the plants down by the pool at their house in town. And nothing bad had happened either time, but she still didn't trust it, couldn't trust it. It didn't feel real.
And she knew what would.
Which was probably part of the putting it off of it all.
But the weekend had rolled in, and with it some kids around the island - but not Rory, and not anyone else for them, either, and it had Octavia feeling more restless on this go-round than she would've anticipated (for reasons she wasn't thinking about, was refusing to think about). And it was just... time, wasn't it?
Enough hiding.
She slid the container of salve into her pocket like a talisman, took her gloves with her despite the weather, and made her way away from the port, past the school and - after slipping the gloves on - into the woods beyond. Careful not to let anything touch her bare face (barely daring to inhale, really) before she found her way to a familiar clearing. If both her tests turned out to be false positives after all, at least she'd be here to find out. In a place that meant something.
(If the logic seemed backwards, it probably was.)
She came to a stop in the middle of the clearing. Only allowed herself a short moment to hesitate (enough hiding) before she made herself bend down, take one glove off, and reach for something green, something living.
And when that thing stayed exactly as alive and green as it was, under her careful touch, she grabbed at more, not even noticing how hard her fingers trembled.
No effect. Nothing. The plants were fine.
She was free.
The other glove came off, fumbly but quick. Octavia sat down, and pushed her fingers through the undergrowth, right down into the soil, and bowed her head.
And just breathed.
(Shuddering.)
[ooc: Establishy.]
She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe to stave off disappointment, in case they were somehow wrong, in case the trouble she'd caught was still there, lurking right in her skin, just waiting for her to make a false move.
And it wasn't like she hadn't already tested it. First, with something from her tiny garden on the deck of the Rouge, only just barely in the process of waking up for spring. And then, with one of the plants down by the pool at their house in town. And nothing bad had happened either time, but she still didn't trust it, couldn't trust it. It didn't feel real.
And she knew what would.
Which was probably part of the putting it off of it all.
But the weekend had rolled in, and with it some kids around the island - but not Rory, and not anyone else for them, either, and it had Octavia feeling more restless on this go-round than she would've anticipated (for reasons she wasn't thinking about, was refusing to think about). And it was just... time, wasn't it?
Enough hiding.
She slid the container of salve into her pocket like a talisman, took her gloves with her despite the weather, and made her way away from the port, past the school and - after slipping the gloves on - into the woods beyond. Careful not to let anything touch her bare face (barely daring to inhale, really) before she found her way to a familiar clearing. If both her tests turned out to be false positives after all, at least she'd be here to find out. In a place that meant something.
(If the logic seemed backwards, it probably was.)
She came to a stop in the middle of the clearing. Only allowed herself a short moment to hesitate (enough hiding) before she made herself bend down, take one glove off, and reach for something green, something living.
And when that thing stayed exactly as alive and green as it was, under her careful touch, she grabbed at more, not even noticing how hard her fingers trembled.
No effect. Nothing. The plants were fine.
She was free.
The other glove came off, fumbly but quick. Octavia sat down, and pushed her fingers through the undergrowth, right down into the soil, and bowed her head.
And just breathed.
(Shuddering.)
[ooc: Establishy.]