first one who touches the ground loses

The original plan had been for Octavia and Duke to head back out to civilization after one night camped out in the preserve, but that... obviously had not happened. Duke had set Larceny up comfortably back on his boat before they'd left, anyway, and Octavia had texted Bellamy to let him know she'd be gone longer than she'd originally said, and so there'd been nothing forcing them back into town before they felt like it.

And everything keeping them right where they were. In their own private corner of the universe, on the island but still somehow far away from it. It was everything Octavia loved about the preserve to begin with, but amplified, because Duke was there with her, and for once the island's weirdness was working in her favor by forcing her to focus on things that felt good rather than anything else. It was almost like being allowed to let go of all the tensions - both physical and emotional - that she usually carried with her all the time.

She kept coming back to the same thought over and over: I could get used to this.

And despite an honestly outrageous amount of pollen-related activities (deeply satisfying though those were), they'd still managed to get other things done, as well! In fact, just this morning, they'd already been out fishing. And now they were back at their cozy little camp, with the makings of a breakfast, and Octavia was working at getting the fire pit going again so they could cook what they'd caught.

[ooc: For the snogon. Nothing good lasts forever, dun dun duuun. ETA: content warning for... allusions to supernatural violence, I guess?]