Crooked
Octavia was on her side, perched on an elbow as she looked over at her lover who was on his back, eyes closed. Though it was still early, she knew he was awake, his breathing was a little quicker than it was when he was sleeping.
Lifting a hand, she gently skimmed her fingers over his face, down his nose, "How did you break your nose?" She asked curiously, always having wondered how. Lincoln cracked one eye open and shrugged.
"Which time?" He chuckled, then elaborated. "When I was nine, I feel off my horse, landed right on my face."
"I think I was 13 the next time, during practice, I forgot to duck and my opponent broke it. I've also had it broken several times in battle." He murmured. It was clear that it had been broken more than once, seeing as it sat the slightest bit crooked on his face now.
But Octavia liked it, it added more character to his face, though he certainly didn't need it. "Now relax, go back to sleep. It's our one day off." Lincoln murmured as he tugged her back down to lay with him. Smiling Octavia laid her head on his chest and sighed softly, content.