Sleep
They lay together in the forest, a smoldering fire not far, only a thin blanket under them and a thicker one over them. Octavia was sound asleep, snuggled safely into his side. Tomorrow more talk of war would be had, but tonight it was oddly peaceful.
Lincoln looked down at the young woman nestled into him. What had he done to earn her love and trust? How had he gotten so lucky? It wasn't the first time he'd wondered such things.
Though he rarely spoke of it, Lincoln did believe in a level of fate. And it was his belief that it was fate that brought him and Octavia together, afterall, she quite literally fell from the sky into his life. It had to be fate and luck.
He watched the dying flames cast a soft glow over her face, unable to help himself he lifted a hand and skimmed his knuckles down her cheek. Octavia sighed softly, turning into his touch, a murmured sound and she remained fully asleep.
He smiled softly and told himself to thank whatever gods there might be, and go to sleep.