this is it. this is exactly what freedom taste like. smells like. looks like. and octavia can’t keep the permanent smile off her face. ever since bellamy opened the drop ship door it’s like a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders. like down here the burden of being an illegal second born simply doesn’t matter. the chancellor has already deemed them expendable so now who was going to stop them all from living the lives they were desperately deprived of? earth is better than she could have ever imagined because not only is she somewhere with wide opens spaces basking in freedom, she also has her big brother. the only person who mattered in the world to her now.
even though she’s been without him for an entire year, octavia can’t help the itch to explore. she promises not to go far, simply just a small walk into the trees. i’ve been locked up one way or another all my life, bell, i’m done following orders. i need to do something crazy, just because i can. with much hesitation, octavia finally convinces bellamy to give in and quickly, heels turn to wander off in the distance.
it’s not long before a small walk turns into a little adventure, swinging on trees and stopping to explore all the different colors. earth was beautiful and she wanted to capture every detail. until she’s colliding with another body. before octavia’s even really sure what’s happening the boy’s apologizing while she rubs her hand across her forehead. “it’s fine,” she tells him with a nonchalant shrug. her brow furrows when he calls her by her correct name – even though there’s all this freedom still there’s new people she’s not used to. even with a year in the sky box, trusting others hasn’t come easy to her. not when she spent sixteen years with only two people in her whole world. but then he’s peaking her interest and she can’t help it as her eyes fill with wonder. “a butterfly?” she questions, emerald hues dashing to look around. “i wasn’t, where?”
Bryan offered her a soft smile at seeing the look she gets when he calls her by the right name. He figured she wasn’t used to people knowing her name, or was used to others talking about her badly, and he didn’t want her to think he was going to be rude. If anything, he wanted to extend a hand of friendship to her. After all, they were now on earth and free, everyone should get a clean slate, especially when they didn’t do anything wrong. Plus, friends were always good and Bryan wanted to be kind as he always was.
“Yes!” He lit up then at her question, quickly nodding his head, “I saw it on one of the flowers, it was this big blue butterfly and it was so pretty. I was trying to figure out where it went when I ran into you.” He looked around for a second, then grinned. “It just went this way, come on,” Without a thought he took her hand, tugging her after him as he moved a few trees over, going around and pointing up then. “There, see!” He grinned wider at seeing the butterfly on one of the branches.
quickly, octavia’s rests her head in the crook of his neck as he lifts her from the floor. emerald hues flutter shut, trying to keep the spins at bay with his initial lift. “i object,” she says, tapping her finger against his chest with a permanent smile on her lips as her eyes open once more. “there is no such thing as too drunk mr. bryan,” once he sets her on the bed, everything feels a little better. it’s definitely a lot more comfier than the floor had been previously and instantly she curls towards his body warmth, fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. “it is a crime – but i called you like three times,” she explains, words tumbling from her lips a little faster with the booze.
“You’re not allowed to object, it’s law,” Bryan snickered out softly, grinning at Octavia as he held her close, adding then, “And there is so a thing as too drunk, Miss Octavia.” He smiled down at her, moving his hand to start playing with her hair, absently starting to braid it some. “You did?” He looked surprised at hearing that, pausing to reach over on the nightstand for his phone and hitting the button. He wrinkled his nose at seeing a ton of missed calls and texts from people and chuckled faintly. “Ah, I see you did. Guess that’s what I get for having it on silent, yeah?” He laughed.
Bryan snorted and rolled his eyes, taking a piece of popcorn out of the bowl and flicking it across the bed at Octavia. “It’s my room, I’m allowed to throw popcorn, ma,” He teased her, “I caught three out of four pieces that I tried to catch.” He shrugged, before tossing another one up and trying to catch it, blinking as it hit his nose and bounced off onto the floor again. “Besides,” He added, “It’s not like I won’t clean it up.”
Send “You’re a part of my family.” for my muse’s reaction to being told this. || Always Accepting
The day had been rough; it was the anniversary of his parent’s death, and even three years later it hit Bryan hard. He hadn’t told anyone, not wanting to burden them, and thinking that he could just go about the day as normal without making a big fuss about it. It had worked for the most part; he’d gone through the day and then laid down to watch a movie with Octavia. He suspected she knew what day it was anyway. Curled up against her, he’d drifted off, only to slip into a nightmare and jerk awake in a panic, trembling and trying not to start crying.
He’d lost his parents. He’d lost the only family he’d ever had. He’d never really known his grandparents, and his parents had been only children. The only people he’d really ever known as family were them and the farm hands that had lived with them, but after his parent’s deaths and the farm hands betrayal, Bryan felt like he had nothing left. He felt like he was just on his own, despite having moved to the city with all these roommates and people around him. What did he really have, honestly?
“You’re a part of my family.”
Octavia had wrapped her arms around him and whispered it; making him realize that she must have knew what day it was and what he was feeling. He hiccuped and clung to her, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down after the nightmare. She knew what to say, what was scaring him so much in the nightmares. He didn’t want to be alone; didn’t want to feel like he was the only one he had in the world. But he wasn’t, at least not anymore. He knew he wasn’t; his friends were his family now, and Octavia and Harper and all of the others weren’t going to let him feel alone. He may have lost his parents, but his friends were there for him.
Earth. They were on Earth. After being locked up, they were determined to be expendable and had been sent down to see if they could survive on the planet; and they could. Bryan would have never thought his life would have gone like this. Everything had been so nice and normal; his parents were both alive, albit his mother was sick, he was dating Nathan Miller, and they were all happy. But then Nate had gotten locked up, and then Bryan had gotten locked up (because he left a few seeds in his pockets and had gotten caught, of all things) and now… now they were on Earth. At least they were together, he thought to himself, even if he felt awful for their parents.
Earth was so wonderful though. The colors, the brightness, the plants. Bryan was going to stay by Nate’s side as much as he could, but the lure of the planet was so tempting. He wanted to see the plants, touch them to make sure they were real, and in the back of his mind, he also wanted to see which ones they could use to survive, of course. In awe, he walked carefully through the area, hearing the yells and laughter from the rest of the delinquents who were all enjoying their new found freedom as well. He wasn’t running like them, just taking small steps in order to take everything in, feeling like there was so much more than he could really process.
Movement caught his eye and he gasped softly at seeing a bright blue butterfly leave one of the flowers that it had been sitting on, flying up into the sky a bit. Amazed, he took a few steps closer, moving to go around the tree when he nearly crashed into another person. “Sorry!” He stated quickly, face turning a bright red in embarrassment and taking a quick step back. He paused then, trying to remember the name of this girl; he was usually great with names and knew most people there, so not knowing someone was a little confusing. “Octavia, right?” He finally asked softly, realizing who she was, “Were you following the butterfly too?”
octavia can’t help it as a drunk chuckle escapes her lips, emerald hues opening up to glance up at the ceiling. he’s teasing her and coaxing her to come join him instead of continuing to lay in the middle of the room, but truthfully, at this point she’s not all that confident she can get back up gracefully. “mm, might need some help over here.” she admits, eyes shifting towards bryan. if she wasn’t already so many drinks in, now would be the perfect time for one of their adventures. it took some work on her part, but usually bryan would accompany her through chaos. “the rooms moving too fast.”
Bryan can’t help but laugh and shake his head at her; thinking this is one of the, many, reasons why he adores the girl. Sitting up, he slides out of bed and makes his way over to where she’s laying. “The room is not moving, I promise,” He chuckles, “You’re just a little too drunk.” Kneeling down, he carefully scoops her up, easily carrying her over to his bed and sitting her down; gently of course, he doesn’t want to make her get sick. With that done, he crawls into the bed with her, draping an arm around her waist. “Better?” He asks then, “You look like you had way too much fun without me; isn’t that a crime?”
“you’re supposed to–” a drunk hiccup cuts off her words as she lays her hands on the floor by her side, hoping to curb the spins currently terrorizing her. “love me not make fun of mee,” her words are only slightly slurred as emerald hues finally shift towards bryan. a drunken grin forming on her lips. “you look cozzy.” she comments, sighing happily to herself as her eyes flutter shut for a moment. “not really,” octavia answers, not wanting to think about the money she’d spent and calculate how many extra hours she’d need next week.
Bryan can’t help but snicker at the drunk hiccup from Octavia. “I do love you,” He laughs, “Loving you means that I can totally make fun of you.” He grins back at her, then laughs as she closes her eyes. “I am very comfy,” He hums, “You should get up off the floor and come over here where I am on the very soft bed. I’m sure it’d be a lot better. Or do you need me to carry you, drunk-stuff?”
“the whole world is spinning.” she mumbles, sliding down the wall before laying herself out on her roommate’s floor. brunette locks are tangled together after a long night of drinking with some coworkers after their shift. she wasn’t working tonight but somehow still made it down to trikru nightclub. “i think i admit defeat.”
Bryan looks over at Octavia from where he’s laying on his stomach on his bed, snickering lightly. “It does that, kinda how we stay in orbit,” He teases her, “But you look like it’s going a little too fast for you. Have fun?”
Send “Five Times ______ed” for a Drabble of 5 different times our characters… did that.
1. It wasn’t long after they’d moved in; but Bryan was starting to feel more comfortable in the city and more comfortable around the girls and people on their floor in general. He’d decided to make dinner for them, knowing that they had some off time tonight and he figured that they could all sit down together. He missed the days when he and his parents had family dinners as often as they could. Picking up the flour bag that he’d bought, he moved over to the counter, going to get to work on making some biscuits for them. He was lost in his own little world, focused on making them as his mother had taught him, when suddenly there was a, “What are you making?” heard from the doorway. Bryan jumped, still holding the bag of flour and squeezing without meaning to, sending flour flying up and into his face. Startled, he stood there, frozen as he then heard a gasp and laughter from behind him. He couldn’t help it as he turned to face Octavia, starting to laugh too. “Apparently, a mess,” He deadpanned, shaking his head lightly as she moved over to help him clean up.
2. They were in a rush; Bryan had promised to accompany Octavia to lunch, he’d slept late and he’d been trying to hurry and get ready as the other was standing in the living room, waiting on him. Truthfully, he should have stayed awake earlier instead of taking another nap, but he’d had a lot of writers block and he felt the best way to deal with it was sleep. He was just slipping his shoes on when Octavia entered his doorway and he looked up sheepishly. “Sorry! Just have to grab my bag and I’ll be ready,” He stated. He watched her move across the room to pick up the bag for him, turning red when he saw the confusion on her face when she lifted it. “What the hell do you have in here, a bunch of bricks?” Octavia asked, and Bryan couldn’t help but shrug his shoulders. “I haven’t cleaned it out in awhile, probably,” He admitted. He watched as Octavia opened the bag, and blinked as she started laughing. “Well, I found where all of those pens you’ve been complaining about missing have gone,” The girl stated, turning over the bag and watching as dozens of pens fell out, along with all the other things that had been in the bag. Bryan turned even more red and laughed, shaking his head a little.
3. “Do you think plants have feelings?” Bryan asked as he played with Octavia’s hair, curled up with her in the blanket fort they’d made on his bed. She’d entered his room and crawled into bed with him a few hours before, but neither had really been able to sleep yet. Too awake to sleep, but too lazy to go out on one of their usual adventures, they chose to just lounge around in Bryan’s room instead. “If they did, what do you think they’d have feelings about?” Octavia returned the question, making Bryan pause for a moment. “Pollution,” He answered, “They’d be sad about what people are doing to the earth, and also probably be terrified of animals for eating them.” He heard Octavia snort and felt her trying to hold in laughter and lightly poked her in the side. “It’s true!” he laughed out then, “I mean, that’s what I would think if I were a plant. Can you imagine some rabbit coming along and just biting your arm off or something?” She was laughing even more now and he playfully tugged at her hair. “Stop!” Octavia laughed out, “You need to go to sleep or something, you’re getting silly, Bryan.”
4. Groaning lightly, Bryan stretched out, grunting as he felt his arm bump into someone else. Slowly peeking one eye open, he realized it was Octavia; something he wasn’t surprised about at all, of course. Trying to wake up, he slowly pulled away, careful not to wake the girl up. He rubbed at his eyes, glancing back at her as he sat on the edge of the bed; and paused. He had to quickly cover his mouth to stop from laughing too loudly at seeing that apparently he’d decided to braid Octavia’s hair last night; and the braids were not exactly right, or in any way a hairstyle someone would want. It was as he was snickering that Octavia opened her eyes, looking at him and making him freeze. However, when she snorted and started to crack up laughing, he looked confused; did she know about her hair? “Bryan that color is perfect on you,” Octavia snorted, making Bryan feel even more confused. He got up, moving over to his mirror and looking into it with a gasp; his hair had a pink streak in the front of it. “… Guess it goes with those braids of yours,” He snorted out then, starting to laugh himself as Octavia reached up with a gasp to see what he’d done.
5. Both of them were giggling much too hard to be hiding where they were; someone was going to end up finding them. “Shhh!” Bryan laughed out, putting his finger over his lips in attempts to shush Octavia, but it seemed to make the girl laugh even more. He laughed and rolled his eyes, slowly leaning to peek out of their doorway and down the hall, glancing back and forth to see if anyone had appeared yet. The trap was still there; a piece of string tied from one side of the hall to the other, just down the hall so that whoever was going to come down the hallway was going to end up running into it. “Is anyone out there?” Octavia tried to whisper between giggles, making Bryan hold up a hand to shush her again. “No, not– Oh shit,” Bryan’s eyes went wide and he scrambled back away from the doorway to get to Octavia, “Abort mission, it’s Bellamy!” He was cracking up though as he and Octavia both scrambled to get towards his room in order to hide.
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