That night Octavia had trouble falling asleep. Visions of black tattoos and strong arms haunted her each time she closed her eyes.
In all honesty she shouldn't even be thinking about the grounder. Afterall,she was back in camp. Safe.
Her brother's natural leadership had ensured that she'd get one of the best sleeping bags and yet, there was something the tent lacked.
Warmth.
Being cooped up in the sleeping bag reminded her of her time hiding below the floorboards back at the arc.
Her annoyance at Jasper resurfaced.
The boy was always trying to hold her hand or find opportunities to creep up on her.
His hands had wrapped around hers clumsily as they made their way to the dinner table.But tonight she was having none of it.Specially when the grounder's memory was still fresh in her mind.
The sight of soulful eyes on a tragically stoic face. Call her trusting, but she hadnt been afraid when he picked her up from the net she had fallen into.
There was something comforting about his arms as he picked her up.
Arriving at his cave,he had been gentle with her foot. Tending to it. He'd even hummed a lilting song as he wrapped the medicinal paste on the arch of her foot and bandaged it before carrying and dropping her off t the edge of Skaikru's encampment.
Back in bed Octavia wondered how he would have reacted if she had reached up to trace his jaw when he carried her to safety. Or how his fingers would feel on her skin.Did he have a name?
and, most importantly would she ever see him again?
Linctavia are my favorite ship and I teally hope I've done justice to them. Ket me know if you'd like me to continue