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okteiviakom) wrote2020-05-12 12:41 am
okteiviakom) wrote2020-05-12 12:41 am
Arkadia, Monday FT
Octavia had only the vaguest recollection of how she and Bellamy had made it to Arkadia from the woods.
But she was painfully aware of how every day since then, she had woken up wishing she would open her eyes and find everything back how it was supposed to be. That she'd be home and that this had all been yet another blip in the island's endless array of weirdness that she and Duke could talk about over drinks.
But every morning, she was here.
And Duke was a hundred years into the past.
-----
It shouldn't have been a surprise that Bellamy was taking to being back on the Ground far quicker than Octavia. He wouldn't say so himself, but wasn't this exactly what he'd hoped for? Even after he'd had her, he'd refused to make connections in Fandom, refused to grow roots the way she had.
And now he'd hit the ground running, immediately getting started in making himself useful, pushing himself into a position that put him close to Kane and Abby, the people with the most power in Arkadia. He said it was to help them, to protect her - sure, only months had passed on the Ground in the years they'd been in Fandom, but that was still a suspicious length of time in a place like this, and they needed allies, needed people to know they were on the right side of things, that they were Skaikru.
That was what Bellamy said, anyway. It was the only indication he gave that he even noticed the looks people gave them. From the questioning glances to the open disdain and distrust, Octavia noticed all of them.
Once again, she didn't belong.
Not even with the people who'd welcomed them back with open arms. Monty, and Raven, and Lincoln --
Lincoln had lifted her right off the ground with his embrace, and she'd let him. But when he'd tried to kiss her, she'd turned her head, forcing him to catch her cheek, instead.
He'd clung on even tighter after that.
-----
Nothing felt like anything.
Once the initial shock of being back wore off, what Octavia was left with was... nothing. She felt hollow inside, like something had been taken, somehow cut away so neatly there wasn't even a wound, just an empty space with nothing in it.
But she knew the pain would come. She knew it'd come, that it'd slash its way through the numbness and rush to fill the void inside her. But, until then...
She wondered if this was what it felt like when a part of you was dead.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Establishing things before getting started on actual plot, la la la.]
But she was painfully aware of how every day since then, she had woken up wishing she would open her eyes and find everything back how it was supposed to be. That she'd be home and that this had all been yet another blip in the island's endless array of weirdness that she and Duke could talk about over drinks.
But every morning, she was here.
And Duke was a hundred years into the past.
It shouldn't have been a surprise that Bellamy was taking to being back on the Ground far quicker than Octavia. He wouldn't say so himself, but wasn't this exactly what he'd hoped for? Even after he'd had her, he'd refused to make connections in Fandom, refused to grow roots the way she had.
And now he'd hit the ground running, immediately getting started in making himself useful, pushing himself into a position that put him close to Kane and Abby, the people with the most power in Arkadia. He said it was to help them, to protect her - sure, only months had passed on the Ground in the years they'd been in Fandom, but that was still a suspicious length of time in a place like this, and they needed allies, needed people to know they were on the right side of things, that they were Skaikru.
That was what Bellamy said, anyway. It was the only indication he gave that he even noticed the looks people gave them. From the questioning glances to the open disdain and distrust, Octavia noticed all of them.
Once again, she didn't belong.
Not even with the people who'd welcomed them back with open arms. Monty, and Raven, and Lincoln --
Lincoln had lifted her right off the ground with his embrace, and she'd let him. But when he'd tried to kiss her, she'd turned her head, forcing him to catch her cheek, instead.
He'd clung on even tighter after that.
Nothing felt like anything.
Once the initial shock of being back wore off, what Octavia was left with was... nothing. She felt hollow inside, like something had been taken, somehow cut away so neatly there wasn't even a wound, just an empty space with nothing in it.
But she knew the pain would come. She knew it'd come, that it'd slash its way through the numbness and rush to fill the void inside her. But, until then...
She wondered if this was what it felt like when a part of you was dead.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Establishing things before getting started on actual plot, la la la.]