ataraxionlogs | the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned { closed }

CHARACTERS: derek hale + octavia blake
LOCATION: oxygen gardens
WARNINGS: dirt and grumpiness
SUMMARY: the warnings and the summary can be read the same
NOTES: a graphical representation of this thread so no one needs to read it tbh

[ after a hard weeks chopping up creepy fear demon creatures, what's a girl to do except try and scramble onto something that reminds her of home? it seems as logical a move to octavia as anything else, and at any rate the gardens are one of the only places on the ship where she doesn't have a continual, background feeling of slight claustrophia. the sterile, space-like nature of the rest of the ship reminds her all too well of the fact that they're up here, but in the oxygen gardens at least she can almost pretend like she's still on earth, still free.

and that's just what octavia is doing now. she's found a nice grassy patch clear enough for her to fully lie down in, and with her arms spread wide either side of her and her eyes closed she's just breathing. like, literally. that's all she's been doing for about an hour now. there's minimal damage left over from the events of the past week or so, a little bruising at the base of her throat and a shallow, scabbed-over cut above her left eye. but certainly nothing warranting concern. for all intents and purposes, she's coming across very much like the teenagers of the earth before her lot had radiated the entire thing into uselessness.

she's loitering, basically. best not let that go on for too long, right? ]

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[ it's not as if derek hasn't taken solace in the garden himself. that's technically not the issue. the issue is that derek's lacking the appropriate senses to make navigating around octavia as easy as he thinks it should be. the chances of him stepping on her accidentally are high, and while derek thinks she'd deserve it, he still makes a cursory effort to shoo her away. ]

Do you have to lie right there?

[ is clearly the way to open up this conversation, as derek looks down at her with a sack of soil slung over his shoulder. he's sweating, and it's not the easiest thing to lift the way it had been once, but still, he's got this. ]

[ she's aware of someone in the general vicinity, mostly because she woke up on a goddamn spaceship a month ago, and even if she weren't already a little edgy that's more than enough to keep anyone monitoring their surroundings. still, she's not all to fussed by someone else in the gardens just yet - she took a sneaky peek through one cracked eye before, and the sack of soil gave away the whole 'working' angle.

but then the other person actually addresses her, and after a moment she fully opens one eye to look directly at him, face scrunching into a slightly bothered expression. ]

Well... [ 'no' is the real answer, but this week has been beyond rough, and she's not feeling so inclined to adjust her behaviour for anyone, childish as that might be. ] yes, actually. I kind of do.

[ her eyebrows shoot up, and she even opens both eyes to fix derek with a stare. ]

[ for a brief moment, derek sincerely considers whether or not to drop the bag of soil onto her. but she's most likely not a werewolf, and maiming other passengers is generally frowned upon. ]

You're in the way. [ derek informs her, since that's clearly all she should need to hear. ] There's plenty of grass to lie on elsewhere.

[ elsewhere in the gardens, but if she left altogether to search for it derek's not going to be too upset about it. ]

the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned { closed }

crashes in here super late please forgive me

i can't believe gmail sent this to spam that is sacrilege also 0% fussed what even is time

kicks down door, crams myself back into this log