Marry
Octavia listened to the quiet in the forest around them, her head rested on Lincoln's chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hand stroked her back gently. They were on their way back from the Mountain, after freeing their people.
The young woman wondered briefly if this might be the peace that she'd been hoping for. She wanted to stop the fighting, the struggle for survival. It was in this moment that her quiet dream of marrying Lincoln seemed more like a possibility.
She never spoke of her dream out loud.. She wouldn't add more stress to the situation, and quite honestly, she didn't know Grounder traditions. Did they even marry? But still, she imagined standing on an alter with Lincoln, vowing her love to him. She knew it shouldn't matter, they were as committed as any married couple.
But she wanted the officialness that came with marriage. Maybe it was girly, but hell, she was a girl, and she imagined wearing a long white dress, and maybe her war paint. She was a warrior at heart too.
If peace held, maybe she'd mention it to Lincoln, see what he thought, what traditions were. She didn't need some surprise proposal or ring, no it was the ceremony she wanted. She already had something of Lincoln's, his sword, and that held more value than a ring ever could. Besides, a warrior couldn't wear a ring, too many chances of it getting hooked on something.
"What are you thinking about?" Lincoln's rumble brought Octavia back to the present. Glancing up she smiled. "Just that the peace we desperately want, may finally be here." She murmured as she leaned up to kiss him gently.