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relationship aesthetics;; ↳ roan x octavia

The silence between them in deafening and Jasper longs to just wrap an arm around her and bring her close, but that idea is not the greatest. Luna’s rig was a beautiful place and Jasper wished he could stay here forever, away from all violence. Head lazily turns to her, bloodshot eyes survey her form beside him. Her eyes locked onto the fire, body rigid and tense and Jasper wants to loosen it somehow, just to see her relax. Lincoln’s death weighs heavy in the air between them. Jasper has to say something, anything.

ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴄʟᴀʀᴋᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sɪɢʜ. it had been a few weeks since she’d been back around to the bunker, she’d tried to stay in the green valley in attempt to contact the ark. however, when she did go back to the bunker she was surprised to see everyone out and about. getting out of the rover, clarke rushed forward. ❛ octavia! ❜ she shouted. and so maybe, octavia wouldn’t be as excited to see clarke as she was to see octavia, but it had been six long years without seeing anyone. ❛ octavia, i can’t believe it! ❜

When Octavia wakes up, she feels like she’s F R E E Z I N G. You would’ve guessed she’s already gotten used to Azgeda’s weather, it’s not like cold itself is strange to her. She’s always been cold hiding underneath the floor, been surrounded by cool, metallic walls, never having a way to escape. It became even worse back when she had been locked up, the chilling cold seeped deep into her bones and she thought she would die cold. But instead she had been sent to the ground, the SUNSHINE whispering across her skin in such sweet way, she had learnt what warmth truly means. She had met the fire, the spark of love, the kind she had never known before.

But even now, glancing down at the King on her side, she can’t ignore how her toes are becoming ice. She sighs, pulls herself on her feet, and silent like a ghost, she opens the door of the wardrobe. Her own clothes have been laid down on a chair, but she doesn’t even think about them. Instead pulls out something big and warm to WRAP herself into, made of the finest furs only the King of Azgeda can afford. No one can deny anything to him. Octavia lets out a relieved sigh, pulls large socks to her feet as well before crawling in the bed again. The furs cover her petite form as she lies down, hiding herself inside the too big clothes. Her cheeks are flushed as she starts to warm up again, looking at him now just to notice that she’s not the only one awake. She smirks.

“WHAT?” Octavia hums. “I was cold…”

          In truth, he is still growing ACCUSTOMED to not just sharing a bed, but his room, his life really. He likes it, however. Being able to have the burdens of leadership bared upon both of their shoulders, someone to add a SUPPORTIVE voice, someone to come back to in the evenings when his duties are done. He hadn’t expected to have anyone like this in his life, and he never would have thought the Skaigada would become it. But she has. And now he couldn’t imagine taking anyone else as a lover, a partner, maybe even a Queen. He hadn’t planned on taking one, but he thinks about it now in the quiet nights as he holds her. He just WORRIES perhaps that is more than she desires. 

yup same

not that people actually read those buuuut

madecommander replied to your post: i wish i could pin posts on tumblr. i’d pin that...

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