What If The Storm Ends?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

At the start of their sixth month together Five and Octavia had established a comfortable rhythm within their living situation. Despite their rather melancholy situation, the pair had found their methods to entertain each other. Their companionship may have been an ideal survival tactic but the pair quickly found the small fragments of a friendship which began to develop.

Five wouldn't outrightly call Octavia his friend but he also wouldn't call her an acquaintance or just a companion for the sake of survival anymore. Five found himself enjoying the company that Octavia provided. Although he told himself not to get distracted by the situation at hand and what he was working so tirelessly on, finding a way back home.

However, after a long and strenuous day of reorganising equations and formulas, Five didn't hate the idea of spending time with Octavia and distracting his mind from their otherwise grim reality.

By this point in time Octavia had learnt that trying to pry any personal information out of Five was practically futile, he was quick to shut her down every time she asked a question regarding his past. He'd swiftly change the subject of their conversation back to herself, deflecting any opportunity for her to interrogate him further. All Octavia had gathered from his small slip ups in conversations was that he was one of seven siblings who too had super powers and he grew up in a special academy.

She was satisfied with the extent of her knowledge so far despite deep down, wanting to know more. However, she assumed that it would just take time for the boy to open up to her.

But as the pair spent more time together Octavia grew increasingly more curious regarding the teleporting boy that she lived with. Despite wanting to be patient, she eagerly wanted to know more about him, like how he had such a natural capacity for survival or why he was so closed off to her. Perhaps it was her natural intrigue that itched to uncover the answers.

After all, she knew that a small part of herself that was rather nosey, or maybe it was due to the small seedlings of affection that began to grow in her chest from their emerging friendship.

From the first moment she laid eyes on him, Octavia knew that Five wasn't awful looking despite their apocalyptic circumstances. When she looked past the dirt, dust and the worn clothes she could distinguish an appealing smile and bold green eyes. Regardless of his appearance it was his intelligence and sharpness which created an odd level of charisma which she found weirdly attractive.

As the months passed Octavia noticed the way Five had adapted to her presence. There was a noticeable shift in his demeanour and the way he carried himself around her, like he was more comfortable.

There was also something almost thoughtful in the way he acted towards her. Taking the time to collect certain objects or pieces of clothing which he thought Octavia might have needed. These weren't outrightly gifts or acts of service, it was just a favour for his fellow survival partner.

"What's this?" Octavia asked from her rather comfy position in her makeshift pillow fort.

Five had been out by himself per his request and Octavia took the liberty in starting a new book from the library's collection. When the boy returned, he approached her spot in the corner of their base, Octavia noticed he was holding something in his hand, practically ushering her to take it from him.

"What does it look like. It's a sweater." He said snappishly.

"I have eyes."

"Then why the glaringly obvious question?"

"Why did you get me a sweater?"

"I found it. It wasn't completely destroyed and i'm tired of hearing your teeth chattering in the middle of the night when i'm trying to sleep."