more like pant wetting fear

Never travel at night, Jasper had learned that quickly.The guards double during the night, but the day–most were too distracted to notice him moving about. And given who he was, he was known for coming and going long before Pike took over so if one did see him, they thought nothing of it. He was safe. He came back daily, well almost daily and this time–he had to be fast. They needed just a few things for the radios to have proper communication set up with Monty on this side of things. Jasper tried to move quietly as he headed for his usual entrance, but what he hadn’t expected was for sword to appear and a familiar face threatening him. He holds his hands up quickly, relieved it was Octavia and not one of Pike’s men. “A hello would’ve been nice,” he shrugs, “But I’d settle for not having a sword to the face.”

       faces had molded together at this point for octavia. people came and went from arkadia, as they did with the mountain. as her brain decided to acknowledge jasper, her sword is being put away in her scabbard, hair being brushed away from her face, “ ----- you shouldn’t be here, jay. “ she speaks softly, returning to her spot to watch the main gate, “ if they find you, they’ll kill you. i -----” a small shrug rolls her shoulders, “ you still aren’t allowed to die. “