grace & gore.

i’m a witch woman; high on tobacco and holy water. i’m a woman delighted with her disasters. they give me something to do. a profession of sorts. (independent original character)

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( is stupidly attractive in her general direction. )

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[Okay. We're fine. There's no one attractive being aimed in Octavia's general direction, nope.]

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bounces up and down someone plot with me hell yeah

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i rly need more plots on this blog

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( alright. gale has to prepare himself; he has to make sure he’s not gonna crack a grin. because he wants to. but luckily, he’s perfected the art of little to no actual expressions. it comes in handy while he’s angrily getting dressed and shooting her a look. )

Absolutely not.

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[Some serious pouting.]

Ugh. If I can't enjoy the view, then I'll just -.

[And then Octavia basically shoves her way over to his empty side of the bed and dangles herself halfway off of it. She reaches out and wriggles a little further just so that she can snag a bit of Gale's heavy coat. Then she tugs the entire heavy garment with her back into bed and rolls all the way back onto her side.

She takes most of the blankets with her. She appears to have curled up with the coat and cocooned herself in the sheets.]

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[This is unexpected. It's not every day you get something not human in a way that almost but does not entirely remind her of Gale. Octavia continues tapping away at her laptop, continuing an elaborate spreadsheet. She doesn't say anything. But she's immediately on alert, on edge, mind splitting apart into sections ready for warfare.

But instead of locking down her concentration, Octavia closes her laptop and smiles over her desk. Her fingers rest on the wood. This woman looks more professional than anything. It sets Octavia's teeth on edge.]

May I help you with something?

[Clipped professional businesswoman tone. She doesn't know what this is but she'll find out.]

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( here we go. alright, gale dupont is starting to shift even more. he’s rolling out of bed. aggressively grabbing his clothes. )

Hey, no round twos, alright. Don’t get greedy.

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[Octavia blinks a little as he rolls out of bed. Then she smirks as he goes to collect his clothes. She leans upwards a little bit using her elbow for support. But then she flops back down onto the pillows again. She's terribly lazy.]

Can I get greedy about the view. Because I am liking the view.

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( she smiles. and he smiles back. shifts a little bit. he’s about to get over dramatic in the next few moments. this is a spoiler. )

I was. And I’ll have you know there was no weakness. What the hell do you think I’m so tired for.

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[She notices that little shift and gives him a vaguely disapproving look. It's not altogether serious. Barely even serious in the slightest, really. Octavia won't stop smiling.]

Perseverance is important too. You don't get points for dropping out early, Gale. No points at all.

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( so, he stirs a little bit. because he was falling asleep. but he’s not going to admit that. )

I wasn’t falling asleep. I was just resting my eyes, Tavia.

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[She knows. But she's not going to push it.

Okay, that's a lie. She's going to prod, but she's smiling while doing so. Maybe t'll soften it.]

I'm sure. Weakness is not allowed in this bed, I'll have you know.

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[She has a hand resting on Gale's chest. Taps her finger once or twice.]

Don't tell me you're falling asleep here on me. That's weak on your part.

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[Octavia even looks cheerful the moment she opens the door.]

Isolde! Come in, I've got something for you.

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