Chapter 3. Octavia and Lincoln
Empty
That’s was Octavia would use to describe herself. She won the conclave, but she couldn’t feel anything, it’s like she couldn’t care about anything, not even about the coming praimfaya. She sat on a chair she found and covered her ears trying to block out the screams from the clans. It’s been a few days since the conclave, since she fought for Skaikru, even though she demanded that all clans have a place inside the bunker.
She leant back and sighed. She could feel a headache coming. She raised her hands to her head, but other hands beat her to it. It was a familiar touch, one she hadn’t felt in a long time. Tears came to her head and she whispered
“Lincoln?” The hands that were massaging her head turned the chair gently and their met for the first time in a long time.
“Heya, ai niron” said Lincoln while he caressed the young girl’s face. Octavia was looking up to him not quite believing what she was seeing. She was going to lean into his touch, but suddenly she frowned.
“This can’t be real” She pushed his hand away and looked at Lincoln with fury in her eyes. Lincoln took a step back.
“It’s me Octavia” he said gently, not wanting to upset her even more.
“No, you’re dead, Pike shot. I saw it” More tears ran down Octavia’s face as she remembered that horrible moment. “You’re not here”.
Lincoln took a step forward while Octavia took a step back.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that Octavia, but I’m here, I’m real, I promise” Lincoln kept moving until his face was touching Octavia’s. Seeing that the girl wasn’t moving, he raised both his hands to cup Octavia’s face. He smiled at her.
“I know how I can make you believe” he leant down and pressed his lips against Octavia’s. The young warrior was shocked, but after a few seconds, she kissed him back. It started as a gentle kiss until it turned more passionate. Minutes went by, and the lovers pulled away to catch their breath. Lincoln smirked.
“Do you believe me now?” Octavia cupped his face, tears running down her cheeks, but now she was crying because she was happy.
“Of course I do” Octavia said as she pressed her head against Lincoln’s chest, no longer feeling empty.
