1x1 ; Blackpearl44 & commander lexa

[`sappho]

warmth. this was more warmth than nadezhda had felt in a long time. she was with another, someone who she loved. she pulled herself closer to octavia and felt octavia's hand in her long hair and twisted braids and her own hand on octavia's back, supporting her. she felt calm, more calm than she had felt before she became the commander and probably before she even became a warrior. she remembered nothing like this. she had dreamed of things like this, of course, but her dreams were nothing like this, nothing that she could fathom when she couldn't feel it herself. she pulled away right when octavia did but their forehead's still pressed together and their noses touched. she pulled away a bit and looked her in the eyes when she began to speak. she nodded in understanding. "you won't have to fight me because their won't be a war, we will figure this out, a way to keep both of our people safe," she promised her.

[swiftie 13]

Octavia let out a weak smile, Nadezhda’s words didn’t reassure her much. She’d seen first hand how stubborn the grounders were, and if they thought the commander was going soft by not wanting a war, there would surely be at least a few to challenge her, and Octavia didn’t even want to think about that but the thought was stuck in her mind. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. But thank you,” She said letting out a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair. It was getting late now, and although they didn’t plan on staying long, they still had to talk to Clarke some more. “Why don’t we stay here for the night, get some sleep and you can talk more with Clarke in the mornkng.” She suggested, she was sure that Clarke would have a spare tent somewhere they could crash in.

[`sappho]

the commander saw octavia's week smile and understood why she wasn't that happy. nadezhda's promise didn't really mean anything because she knew she couldn't keep it and octavia wasn't foolish, she knew this as well. she couldn't control her people and telling them what to do would just make them more resentful and spiteful. she nodded. "ill try no to. just know that ill try my best to stop a war from happening," she said to her, closing her eyes as she felt octavia run her hand through her brown hair. she took a deep breath and nodded. "alright, we just need to find somewhere to sleep first," she said to her. "should we ask clarke or someone else?" she questioned. she didn't know who to trust for the sky people so she would let Octavia decide that.

[swiftie 13]

Octavia nodded, "Clarke's nice, she was one of my brother's closest friends. If there's anyone here we can trust, it's Clarke. I'll go talk to her." she offered. Nadezhda might make their situation worse. Not on purpose, but she had a way with words that just made her come across as hostile all the time. And though she was confident that Clarke would be more than happy to let them stay in camp for the night, she didn't want Nadezhda to make enemies out of the other sky people. She moved her arms from around the commanders neck, forgetting that they had been there for a while. It felt comfortable and natural for them to be so close, though she knew that it shouldn't. She flashed a smile, as she turned and headed outside to find Clarke. It didn't take long, she was stood in the clearing talking to Murphy. "Clarke, can we talk?" she said, offering the blonde a smile. "Murphy has already set a tent up for you and the commander Unfortunately, we have nothing better." Clarke immediately said with her own smile, as if she knew what Octavia wanted to ask. The brunette thanked the older girl, before turning and returning to the commander, "Clarke has set a tent up for us." she said.

[`sappho]

beyond the words octavia was speaking, all nadezhda could think about was what her actions had just been. a few moments ago they had been arguing and now they were so close to each other, cloaked in each other's arms, it was almost too hard for her to believe. she nodded. "ill wait here, i know i have a certain way with provoking your people and i don't want to make more of a problem," she said to her with a sigh. she didn't want to be more of a hindrance to creating peace between her people and the sky people. she closed her eyes, savoring the moment once more before octavia moved her hands from around her neck and walked out of the tent to talk to clarke. she looked up at the roof of the tent for a moment, just thinking about all that had happened tonight and all that was to come. she calmly turned to the opening of the tent and nodded. "alright," she said, walking out of the tent. she stayed close to octavia as she felt hostile gazes of the people in the camp on her. "what is she doing here?" one asked harshly. "she's the leader of the grounders!" another claimed boldly.

[swiftie 13]

Octavia didn’t miss the comments the other sky people made as she led Nadezhda through their camp and to the tent they would use for he night. She shot one of them a glare, but he refused to meet her gaze, instead opting to look up at the sky. That was the thing with a lot of her people, they would act tough with their comments but when it came to confrontation, they were quick to avoid it if possible. Act as if nothing had happened, as if they weren’t being jerks. Still, Octavia cared for them, so she didn’t say anything in return. Instead, she reached out and took Nadezhda’s hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. She doubted the grounder knew the meaning of this gesture, or maybe she did, Octavia wasn’t sure of hand holding was a thing down here, but still. It made a statement to the sky people, and at their confused and shocked stares, she had to smirk. When they reached the tent, Clarke still stood outside it waiting for them, Octavia thanked her brothers friend once more. She headed inside the tent, but not without Clarke seeing their intertwined hands. Unlike the others, Clarke just smirked. Octavia just rolled her eyes, earning an almost silent chuckle from the blonde. Now inside the tent, the sound of footsteps raiding away as Clarke headed for her own tent, Octavia took a seat on the make shift bed. There was only the one, but it was big enough for both her and Nadezhda. She knew that they should just head off to sleep, but Octavia wasn’t tired. There was too much running through her mind for her to sleep.

[`sappho]

keeping her chin up, nadezhda ignored all of the people around her, whispering about her. she was use to it, in all of the clan but they all respected her and took orders from her. here, she was nothing to them. they didn't fear her or respect her. they, in fact, wanted the opposite to be true. she saw octavia glaring at them and they didn't say anything to her, they acted like they hadn't done anything. these people were rash but they didn't own up to their own actions. she looked down at her hand as octavia intertwined their fingers. she felt a rush of heat to her face but forced herself to ignore it. they had been through so much with each other, why should the commander get bashful about holding hands with her? she grinned a bit as she saw the shock on the sky peoples' faces. a grounder and a sky person holding hands was probably something that had never happened before so she couldn't blame them for being shocked but she felt a sense of pride from being one of the first people to do something. she saw the smirk on clarke's face and she knew that the leader of the sky people wasn't judging them like the others and she was thankful to her for that. she walked into the tent with octavia and saw the make shift bed in the center. she was honestly ready to sleep but not at the same time. nadezhda walked over to one corner and took off a layer of her clothes that just wasn't comfortable to sleep in. it was her basic armor and tradition garments. now she was in a sleeveless shirt that showed off her athletic arms and shoulder blades and knee length pants.

[swiftie 13]

From her position on the edge of the bed, Octavia watched as Nadezhda made her way to the corner of the tent and rid herself of her outer clothing. She couldn’t help but stare at the muscles on the commanders arms, it was the first time she had really gotten a good look at them. She knew that the commander was strong, but she had no idea she had muscles like that. She took in a sharp breath, quickly averting her eyes. How on Earth was she she supposed to get any sleep now? With another deep breath, Octavia lay back on the bed, looking up at the top of the tent. She stayed there for a few minutes, but she still wasn’t tired. She rolled on to her side, her eyes landing on the commander. “Are you not coming to bed yet?” She asked, wondering if the commander wasn’t tired either.

[`sappho]

as nadezhda hug her outer layer of clothing on a metal pike that acted as a hook, the large tattoo on her back was just barely visible. she unbraided some of her more tight and annoying braids, letting just the larger ones stay and fall down her muscular shoulders with her free hair. she picked her sheath off of the make-shift hook and decided it would be safer to keep her sword closer to her so she would lay in beside her bed, that way if she had to fight for some reason she wouldn't be far from her bed. she couldn't stop being paranoid until she was condemned to death. finally, she poured a bit of water that had been left for them onto a cloth and wiped her war paint from her face. she turned towards the bed when octavia spoke to her and gave her a small smile. "im coming to bed, im just not sure ill be able to fall asleep," she said truthfully.

[swiftie 13]

Octavia let out a sigh and nodded, “me too,” She agreed with the commander. She was beginning to feel a little tired, but honestly didn’t think she’d be able to sleep. There was so much running through her head, and she’s just practically watched Nadezhda undress, so there was no chance she was sleeping after that. She could feel herself becoming red, so she quickly rolled on to her back so she was no longer looking at the commander. She stared up at the ceiling of the tent, wondering what would happen if there was a war. Her friends would surely die, and she certainly wouldn’t fight against them. But she wouldn’t be able to fight against Nadezhda either. She was also technically still Nadezhda’s prisoner. Though she didn’t feel like a prisoner any more, that’s what she was. Maybe this was all part of Nadezhda’s plan, to make Octavia feel things towards her so that she could get inside the sky people’s camp and kill them all. No, she wasn’t like that. Nadezhda was nice, nothing like all the other grounders she had met. She was kind to her, and actually cared for her, and Octavia cared about her too. It was just all too much. Octavia let out a groan, sitting up and throwing her legs off the side of the bed. She put her head in her hands, willing herself to stop overthinking everything. God, she wished Bellamy was here to comfort her like he used to when they were kids. Every time she’d have a nightmare, he’d cuddle up to her to protect her until she fell to sleep, and it always soothed her. She felt so safe and warm in his embrace, she wanted that feeling again.