okteiviakom: ([spec linc] head kisses)
On the Ground, no high point lasted for long.

Just about as soon as Octavia and Indra were close enough to Arkadia to be back in radio range, Miller's voice came through, hurried, like it wasn't the first time he'd done so in the last while. Pike had captured Kane, charging him with treason, and was planning to execute him. Only Miller and Harper remained free in Arkadia.

Before they'd finished drafting up their plans to break Kane and Lincoln and Sinclair out, an update came in: Pike had sentenced all of them to death.

And Bellamy wanted Octavia to meet him at the dropship after nightfall.

So to the dropship Octavia went. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Taken from The 100 S3 episode 9. Content warning for NPC death and brief mention of suicidal ideation.]
okteiviakom: ([neu] neutral ground)
Living on the Ground with a tattoo that was in the middle of healing was even more uncomfortable than it had been in Fandom, but Octavia welcomed it. She was unconfortable and unhappy and in pain all the time anyway, and there was a twisted comfort in making that physical.

Lincoln had given it to her, the way he'd meant to do with the design that she'd gotten on her right shoulder back on the island. Now her left shoulder cap had something on it, too: an abstracted version of a tattoo she tried her best not to think about and yet was so desperate not to forget that she'd had an echo of it etched into her own skin. Stark black lines instead of ornamental filigree: an asymmetrical, slightly open circle, with three marks shaped like the letter V.

A skull with butterflies on it.

Octavia was doing her best at taking care of it as it healed. It gave her something to focus on, and something that felt almost like -- honoring her connection to Fandom. That was how Lincoln put it, anyway. She wasn't sure it was how she would.

No matter how little they spoke of it, they both knew she didn't want to just honor it, she wanted to go back.

But to say there were other distractions, too, was an understatement. The situation on the Ground was so volatile, Octavia could barely keep track. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Summarized with some major tweakage from The 100 S03 eps 3-5.]
okteiviakom: ([spec] sit with me feat. jasper)
Days turned into weeks.

Lincoln kept hovering and giving Octavia space in equal measure. Not that he had a choice: the commander's kill order (given for siding with Skaikru, for siding with her) on him still stood. When she left Arkadia, it wasn't safe for him to follow.

Octavia took Helios out past Arkadia's walls as often as she could. Her horse didn't ask questions she couldn't answer, and had no expectations she couldn't meet. Didn't act like she didn't belong or like there was something wrong about her. He'd whinnied when he'd first seen her again, and pushed his head against her hands, and that was that. He was easy, in a way people weren't.

(Helios also couldn't tell anyone how often their trips together took them back to where she and Bellamy had been dropped off by the multiverse.)

She continued not to feel much about anything.

But then there was Jasper. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Inspired by and partly lifted from The 100 S3 eps 1 and 2.]
okteiviakom: ([neu] open)
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. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Establishing things before getting started on actual plot, la la la.]

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