[ her knuckles meet the solid block of...well, of bellamy's face, and it hurts, but it's not enough to stop her from drawing her arm back just as fast. in fact she's ready to lash out again, to do what she can to subdue him even if that means a little external damage when he speaks.
reapers don't talk, and they certainly don't get mad at their little sisters for decking them in the jaw. her hand is still curled in a fist, still half raised and ready to lash out again when her eyes go wide. it makes perfect sense. it's not like it's a difficult concept to grasp, but logical understanding and emotional processing are two very different things, and currently octavia's emotional processing is about four steps behind any kind of comprehension. ]
You- [ give her a moment.
her eyes are still red, throat still a little hoarse, and she looks worse for wear, sure, but it's clear to see which of the siblings came out of this one with more battle wounds. her hand moves up quickly to touch her own lip, around the point where bellamy's is split, and she's about to offer something in the way of an apology when her very own boggart catches up with them. ]
Shit, [ her voice lowers, tremors even, and octavia honestly doesn't know if she's felt this kind of fear before. it was one thing when they were just reapers, she could handle those, but no matter how much she tries to convince herself they aren't the real thing, those are damn good replicas of some of the closest people to her in her life.
her hand darts out again, but this time it's to grab bellamy's arm, and her eyes flick between the advancing shape down the hall and the decidedly less cannibalistic brother beside her. ] Listen. It's you.
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reapers don't talk, and they certainly don't get mad at their little sisters for decking them in the jaw. her hand is still curled in a fist, still half raised and ready to lash out again when her eyes go wide. it makes perfect sense. it's not like it's a difficult concept to grasp, but logical understanding and emotional processing are two very different things, and currently octavia's emotional processing is about four steps behind any kind of comprehension. ]
You- [ give her a moment.
her eyes are still red, throat still a little hoarse, and she looks worse for wear, sure, but it's clear to see which of the siblings came out of this one with more battle wounds. her hand moves up quickly to touch her own lip, around the point where bellamy's is split, and she's about to offer something in the way of an apology when her very own boggart catches up with them. ]
Shit, [ her voice lowers, tremors even, and octavia honestly doesn't know if she's felt this kind of fear before. it was one thing when they were just reapers, she could handle those, but no matter how much she tries to convince herself they aren't the real thing, those are damn good replicas of some of the closest people to her in her life.
her hand darts out again, but this time it's to grab bellamy's arm, and her eyes flick between the advancing shape down the hall and the decidedly less cannibalistic brother beside her. ] Listen. It's you.