#throwswords

to say that the concern had gotten to the young leader would have been an understatement ; it had been --- four days since her warrior was supposed to have returned with news from the southern territories and yet no word from the adopted azgedian. she found herself pacing through the halls trying to find a single reason as to why the woman had yet to return. everything logical seemd rather improbable and all that was then left was that she had met her untimely demise at the hands of some southern clan. this of course had started creating a sense of anger in the heda ; one that she kenw she could not yet act on , not yet at least till there was some sort of proof of the demise of her ... friend.  ( friend was a rather strong word but she had little other knowledge of what to call someone she deemed closer than an aquaintence and yet not as important as family ). arms cross as she stares out at the village , polis had always been so grand to her as a child. now , being stuck here unable to help look for her missing warrior , it felt more like a prison.

there’s a bustling she can hear guards running and food stands being thrown as dusk begins to fall over the city , the chase intensifies , she can tell from the sudden increase noise that someone has entered the city that doesn’t belong. she’s waiting , waiting for the sounds of capture and yet it doesnt come , no instead she can hear and feel the intruder get closer and closer with every step. and suddenly , she sees her , jumping over a crate ; their eyes lock , and the small smile that falls on the heda’s face is unmistakable and she feels the woman run straight for her , a hug comes as she wraps her arms around her missing warrior , any sense of concern waving off of her as she holds the woman close. so , so glad that she’s managed to come home in one peice.  and then ... pain , her stomach feels like it’s been wrenched open as she pulls away from octavia expecting to see the hilt of a knife pressing into her stomach from octavia’s belt but instead ---

@throwswords​​ sent:   “ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “

eyes pause , the lightheadedness coming over her as she staggers backwards , trying to understand what has just happened , she feels the liquid running down her nose , it was difficult to understand how it had gotten there. and the words spoken in her direction are fuzzy , as if out of focus to her ears , a ringing echo dances around them as she tries to understand what has just happened. the last thing she remembers was space walkers coming down from above , and dark curly hair running in her direction with a gun. the young heda can feel  her head hurting in addition to the blood dripping down her nose , a small puddle of black dense liquid forming on the metal floor, and seeping through the one small crack in between the tiles of flooring. a hand reaches out , grasping oktevia’s arm to remain stable and refrain from falling over.

Atom let out a sigh as he sat on one of the make-shift beds in the medical wing of the bunker, rolling his eyes at the comment from the female that stood before him. “I wasn’t the one that picked the fight, Octavia,” was all he muttered before running his hands through his hair, letting out a groan. “They were already fighting when I got there and I simply got caught in the middle trying to break it up.” The male pointed out; shaking his head as he made eye contact with her. His nose was bloody, his lip was busted and he could already feel the bruising beginning to start around his eye. “So much for us being Wonkru — they’re all too busy holding grudges against each other’s clans to realise that getting along would make living together, under the ground, far easier.”