okteiviakom: ([spec] emotional intimacy)
The next morning, they marched on Shallow Valley again. )

And then Octavia opened her eyes again, and didn't even notice the tear roll the rest of the way into her hairline. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but then she saw them, treetops against the night sky, nothing but moonlight touching them.

She was laying on the forest floor.

This was a familiar dream. Countless nights in the bunker, she'd ended up in the woods. Either filled with shadows that seemed to move and to stalk, or - when she was lucky - filled with calm and quiet and no one and nothing else for miles.

She felt no danger here. Nothing moved in the shadows as she got up from the undergrowth. She didn't notice the things under her bare feet, crunching and scraping and pushing between her toes. Nothing could hurt her here, after all. She was sure of it.

And so she began walking.

And she walked and she walked.

And eventually she came to the edge of the forest, and wasn't at all surprised to see the castle. She'd seen it many times over the years, in her dreams, looming in the background of everything else.

She kept walking. Past the castle, towards the gates. Onto the cobblestone streets.

Down to the docks.

To the ship.

It wasn't always there when she came down here. Sometimes she couldn't even find the docks, but this time she had, and it was. She stood still for a moment, just looking at it, stretched out in its slip.

Then, she walked across the gangplank, and stepped aboard.

[ooc: For one. NFB for distance first, and then for timing. Things under the cut taken from The 100 S5 episode 13, and THUS CONCLUDES THE PLOT! \o/]
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] regal)
At first light the next morning, they marched. Every last one of them.

It was going to be a six-day journey.

On the second day, Bellamy and Indra approached Octavia at the front of the army. They told her Echo had radioed in. The enemy knew they were coming, so all three entry points into the valley were likely to be heavily guarded. Echo was scouting for the best way in.

Octavia said nothing.

Bellamy came to her again that evening, when they'd made camp for the night. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 11-13. Post 1 of 2 for today! Content warning for violence and NPC deaths.]
okteiviakom: ([spec blodreina] blood must have)
Octavia woke up to someone gently nudging her shoulder. It was Jackson, the closest thing they'd had to a doctor since Abby had gone with Diyoza. Behind him, Indra. Octavia had no idea how long she'd been out of it, but it had been long enough for them to have turned her chambers into her own personal sick ward.

She told Indra her brother had poisoned her.

Jackson, shocked, told Indra to arrest Bellamy.

And Indra told them she couldn't do that.

And then, with Octavia able to do nothing but watch from the bed, Indra threw a knife. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 9-10. CONTENT WARNING for suicidal ideation and self-harm.]
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] mmmmhmmmmmm)
Octavia did what she did best: prepared to attack. She took a battalion to march to Shallow Valley. Bellamy and Clarke came with them, for reasons Octavia didn't ask about nor care to hear. It would be a six-day journey across the dry seabed, chancing sandstorms. They wouldn't have been able to carry rations for the longer routes.

And, anyway. The sooner they secured the valley for themselves, the better.

But of course it wasn't that easy. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 5-6. Content warning for body horror.]

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