Braids
She'd taken to wearing the top of her hear in neat braids, to keep it out of her face while training, or fighting. She'd leave them in over night, just in case something happened at night, and would redo them in the mornings.
Often now, as they laid together, she would lay on her back, as Lincoln laid on his side, one hand would run gently over the braids, while she looked up at him. They rarely spoke in these moments, just quietly taking comfort in each other.
Occasionally he'd lean down to kiss her gently, as his fingers stroked over the intricate braids. Her green eyes would scan his face, as if memorizing his features, even though she had every feature on his face memorized
He continued to run his hands from her braids down through her long hair, it felt like silk to him, for which he wondered how she managed that in this world. Octavia just hummed quietly, enjoying the feel of his hand in her hair.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed it as she was lulled to sleep. Lincoln remained awake for just a bit afterwards, watching the woman he loved as she slept, often as his hand started back at the top of her braids, she'd turn her head into his hand, clearly enjoying his touch. It always made him smile.