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girl with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues. warrior with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin indie, selective and private octavia blake. canon divergent. tracked tag: papiliio

[savitris]

You think women are weak? Women are forged of iron. My body, it has bled and blazed and broken, and yet it beats on. I am iron. A little rusted, perhaps, but still I endure.

my 77 year old grandma, straight up reciting poetry at us to get out of going to the doctor’s office - ravenreyse (via thatkindofwoman)

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while d is making a considerable effort to assuage the girl, there’s little to be done to calm her in this predicament. she’s overwhelmed, she’s scared and she needs to make a decision that’s going to affect her life one way or another soon. by now, she’s gotten past the stage of sheer panic, diana’s soothing presence working well enough to at least get her to stop hyperventilating. o falls back onto the bed, small frame curls up as she buries her head of dark ringlets in a pillow. the sobs have quietened but she’s uncomfortably silent, the weight of the situation dawning on her more and more. her life might not be over, but that pregnancy is going to change it for good and she’s not ready for that. she’s not ready to have a baby but she’s not ready to have one aborted, either. not ready to lose her secret boyfriend, not ready for them to become parents. her thoughts travel back to her brother who’s yet blissfully unaware and she remembers just how badly her stupidity is going to disappoint him. he’s fought so hard to provide her a chance at a good life, one they would’ve never had with their mom, and little blake blasts it with one incredulously dumb mistake. she imagines the sadness seep into his beautiful features, her perfect, protective big brother finally realizing she’s nothing more than a burden after all. “no, it’s not, but it’s ruined. i ruined everything. bell went through hell and back to get us out of foster care, he worked his butt off to get me proper food, clothes, and pay for my education because he wanted me to have a good life and i get myself knocked up at 18. 18, d. can’t even take care of myself, how the hell am i going to take care of a kid?”

she doesn’t know if diana’s already suspecting her secret lover, part of keeping their relationship hidden had been meeting at parties where there’s too much going on and people are too drunk to see two lovebirds slipping away. but her best friend might’ve been slightly more attentive than that, that was if she wasn’t too immersed in slipping away with her brother herself. the question is whether she realizes that it’s not just a fling, they’re in love. and bell is going to snap if he finds out his sister didn’t just fall for the guy whose guts he hates, she’s having his kid, too. “a bunch of options? abortion, adoption, keeping it. you call that a bunch of options?” o scoffs, a flash of splitting ache passing through her head as she brings up a hand to rub her temples. “relax, alright? it’s not like i can keep it a secret from him for long anyway. just about until i start getting fat – if i keep it, that is. ––– look, i’ll tell him, eventually. he’s understanding, i know he won’t freak. but right now, i don’t need my boyfriend or my brother to help me figure this out. i need my best friend.”

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➥ Reply to a SUGGESTIVE text.  

[ text | lincoln ] she does, actually. you didn’t see the walls? ;) i’m a pretty bad teacher so we always have a good laugh at the atrocities i draw, you’d be way better at helping her. make her discover her artistic abilities and do some daddy daughter bonding.  

[ text | lincoln ] 20?! seriously? don’t be a hypocrite, linc. i get you want to protect her and it’s cute to some extent, but we’re not exactly role models here. you forgetting the part where i got pregnant with lily by accident, in college?

[ text | lincoln ] come on, what could she possibly do to make you freak out? throw a temper tantrum? good, they exhaust her, she’ll be napping in no time. the rest of the time she’s big on attention, but i’m pretty sure that’s an age thing. entertain her, play with her, cuddle her loads, she’ll be the happiest kid in the world. she’s literally that harmless. 

➥ Reply to an ACCIDENTAL text.

it’s a couple hours later when her phone buzzes again and she goes to read linc’s text. wrapped in a towel from a much-needed bubble bath after she decided to stay in after all, calm herself after their earlier argument. she’s not as poised to attack as she was earlier, most of all, their fights exhaust her. there’s a heaviness of heart as well, one she won’t even attempt to deny. slipping on a comfy pair of shorts and a baggy shirt, o curls up on the couch with her phone and a cup of peppermint tea, silence always an odd feeling when you’re used to having your home full of your child’s light and laughter.

[ text | lincoln ] i have made up my mind, i want you in. 100%. but having you in her life means having you in mine as well and i’m not even gonna pretend as if that doesn’t affect me, which is the real problem here. i don’t think you’re shit, i think what i felt for you was more intense than i even realized back then and with taking care of a baby on my own, i didn’t have a lot of time to mend my broken heart. now it’s all coming back and i don’t know how to handle having you around. i still have feelings for you, feelings i can’t really place anywhere and i probably shouldn’t even try to because it’s wrong. this should be about lily, not you or me, not us. i don’t want to sabotage your relationship with her, i’d never forgive myself for it, so i’m gonna try to keep my feelings to myself. i promise. i just want what’s best for her. 

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a surge of relief passes through her when his gaze meets their linked hands – for a moment there, she thought he’d pull away, crush another one of her attempts to make amends. o knows it’s all just empty words – stories and pictures can’t make up for all the time he’s missed, and yet here they are, stuck in their tracks, not a single story told or a picture shown. she knows it won’t undo the past, but it might make the present easier for both of them. so that he gets to know his daughter better, what she looked like when she was just a tiny, squirming bundle in her mother’s arms and octavia won’t have to dodge every situation in which lincoln might feel uncomfortable because he doesn’t share their memories and can’t follow. the least she could do his relieve him of the burden that was wanting to be someone’s dad, but not even properly knowing the kid he helped create. “i’m sorry,” she mumbles first, sincerely and apologetically, her hand boldly clutching his hand a bit tighter. blake refuses to let go right now, they might not be a couple, but they’re parents and she wants him to understand that one way or another, they’ll always be together. raising a little girl together, pushing through the pains of the past together. “i really am. if i could turn back time, i would. i’d rewind and bring up the courage to walk into that prison and tell you everything, but i can’t. neither of us can undo the decisions we made back then, but we can do things the right way this time around. we just have to start somewhere,” she puts the burrito back on the tinfoil and sighs softly, her glance falling upon him. “how about we take this sumptuous cheat meal up to my place and i’ll dig out every photo album i own of the past five years? lily’s sleeping over at a friend’s house, so we have the entire evening to ourselves to look through old baby photos. i know it won’t give you back what you’ve missed out on, but the least i can do is help you get to know her better. you just have to let me. and besides, she was about the prettiest baby that was ever born. i used to think all newborns looked like potatoes, but her? it was ridiculous. wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to swoon over your own model baby, would you?”

she sends him a mock glare when he grabs her guac, the amused grin nudging at her lips when he starts chewing deliberately slowly but she doesn’t let it pass, won’t let him win. “i’m in an everything mood, always. but stealing my guac? that’s going beyond a joke,” now the grin spreads across her lips, and she gets the cup back to place it securely on her side of the table. it doesn’t take her long to comprehend his next words, not hard to figure out he must’ve gone through hell and back those past years. drug addiction, losing the love of your life, prison. especially prison is a topic she’s been too scared to broach, unsure how he’d react to having all those bad memories float back into his mind. “i’m sure some do. you seem to be doing a pretty good job proving you’re worth it. if that still isn’t enough to some people, screw them.”

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slight depression tw i guess ? maybe don’t click if you’re easily affected

sorry i haven’t been around much ! i’ve been both busy and struggling with personal life changes and everything is just blah. my depression has been on/off for the past weeks and i’ve always had the worst physical reactions to emotional distress, e.g. no appetite, stomach cramps, insomnia, hair loss. in other words, i haven’t been eating or sleeping properly and i feel shitty all the time. i’ve been trying to sort things out but until i get my life back together, i won’t be around here much. but hey, my im is always open !   

[lancehelps]

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➥ Reply to a SUGGESTIVE text.  

[ text | lincoln ] yeah, you’re right, she’d probably be tempted to. but she likes indoor activities just as much as she likes being active, so maybe we could get her a small corner with picture books and crayons? you could help her with her reading and drawing so the two of you could get some bonding time, i’m sure she’d love that.

[ text | lincoln ] i’m aware, never had one myself, but i didn’t mean it like that. she’s gonna figure out it takes two people to make a kid eventually, but as long as she doesn’t ask how, i don’t see the point in stressing over it. and you gotta stop worrying so much. i know it sounds cheesy, but just follow your instincts. as far as i can tell, she’s pretty comfortable around you already. she likes you. keep showing up, keep trying, can’t screw anything up.

➥ Reply to an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ text | lincoln ] i never said that. how the hell do you turn a compliment into an insult? what’s wrong with you? it’s like you WANT us to keep hating each other. 

making each other’s lives unnecessarily difficult is one thing, but bringing lily into it has her blood boiling.  she never considered him a piece of crap, sure, she really fucking hated his guts for a very long time, but lily’s still part lincoln and octavia adores lily more than life itself. she told lincoln about their daughter because she wanted lily to have a chance to meet the other part that had helped create her, to discover her origins so she wouldn’t at some point in life blame her mom for keeping things from her. but with one text, lincoln gives o the vibe that he’s truly doubting his decision to become part of lily’s life and all good will is crushed when motherly instincts come to life and she’s fuming.

blake tries to type a response but can’t, can’t focus enough for her thumb to fly across the screen because it couldn’t do her anger justice. she wants to scream her heated emotions out loud, so she finds a way – by dialing his number and reaching his voicemail. 

[ voicemail | lincoln ] “you wanna be angry at me for keeping your kid from you? fine, be angry. fucking hate me if that’s what you need to do, i can take it. but don’t you dare doubt lily. she’s your kid just as much as she’s mine, and the day you decided you wanted to get to know her, you took on a responsibility you can’t rid yourself of whenever you feel like it. if you really think i’m gonna let you walk in and out of her life whenever it suits you, then yeah, you’re the same piece of crap you were 5 years ago and you’re definitely not fit to be with her. if you’re really gonna choose your hurt feelings over establishing a relationship with your daughter, joke’s on you, because you’re the one who’s gonna end up with the lonely, shit life your deserve. i’ve been through just as much as you have, but not once have i doubted my place because i know it’s always gonna be with my kid. so by all means, lincoln, just piss off. it’s what you do best.” 

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o manages a nod when the girl agrees to keep quiet, it might not be the smartest move seeing as bell’s going to find out eventually, but it’s what she needs right now – distance, from her controlling brother, her secret boyfriend, her life that’s been shattered to pieces by one moment of carelessness. she can’t think straight with all this pressure, her only hope is that her best friend will understand and hopefully help her work things out. diana’s her only confidante right now, the only person she’s hoping will neither judge nor try to talk her into making a certain decision.

hues shut but tears still thick as they’re trickling down her puffy cheeks, blake barely even registers her reaction, she’s so out of it. d’s attempt to reassure her it might be false alarm gets a reaction out of her, though, another painful sob wrenching from her chest as she shakes her head adamantly. “i’m 2 weeks late, d. at first i thought it was because of stress, but here, look,” she bolts from the bed and grabs the pregnancy test from beneath her chaotic class notes, holding the stick up for diana to see. “i even took another. both positive. my life is over.” plopping back on the soft surface, she pulls her blanket over her frame, and features suddenly harden as she mentions him. ‘course she was going to ask who knocked her up sooner or later, but o would’ve rather it had been later. “i don’t wanna talk about him. it’s not like he’s a bad guy, i just… it doesn’t even matter, i haven’t told him. i don’t know what i’m gonna do yet.”

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everything seemed to be going great and for once, they’d managed to go a couple minutes without bickering – and then the word pregnant falls and the illusion breaks apart. o hates this. she hates having to think about every single word before uttering it, she’s too impulsive to do so, blabbering out loud instead of planning ahead and it used to be part of the charm of their relationship. she had a big mouth and wasn’t afraid to show it around him and he’d never truly take her words to heart because he knew her that well. now, their nonchalance she valued so much was gone and every thoughtless, possibly insensitive sentence could stir a crisis. blake puffs out a weary sigh and decides it’s time to put an end to this. instinctively, her hand finds his and she squeezes it tenderly, the first time since they’ve re-established contact she’s seeking his touch instead of flinching from it. “can we just stop this? the awkward silence whenever we hit a touchy subject? we have a kid, so obviously i was pregnant with her for nine months. you weren’t there and i know it sucks, trust me, we’re both hurting. but we’re not gonna move forward if we keep pinning the blame on each other. i for one am done feeling guilty and i actually wanna talk for once. so whatever it is you wanna ask me about the pregnancy, the birth, her first laugh, step, word – just ask. i’ll tell you every story and show you every picture i have.” 

thumb strokes the back of his hand and she offers him a soft smile, before realizing that she’s probably held his hand long enough for each other’s personal comfort. loosening her grasp, her smile remains intact as he calls her out on stealing his dip. “thought we were being nostalgic. stealing your food is part of the fun – i’m just trying to make this as realistic as possible.” a challenging flicker passes across her visage and she has the nerve to dip another chip into his salsa, curious as to how long it’s going to take for him to retaliate. “i know, i was just teasing. you’ve always been so passionate about this, in retrospect, i realize you didn’t give up on your dreams when you were battling your addiction. you stayed strong, and i couldn’t think of a better person to teach athletes. i’m really happy for you, linc.”

[smollmikey]

Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

send a name and a sentence xx

[thehundred-source]

#lincolnplease #shesgotthis

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➥ Reply to a SUGGESTIVE text.  

[ text | lincoln ] yeah, i mean, why not? would that be such a bad idea?

[ text | lincoln ] i just wanna make her happy. i disappoint her too much, it’s kinda inevitable as a single mom. don’t have the money to get her cool stuff, don’t have enough time to do fun activities with her. it makes me feel like a shit mom so i tend to want to compensate it with things. just tell me when it gets out of hand.  

[ text | lincoln ] because i don’t wanna raise an idiot. even if i told her the stork story, she would’ve ended up wondering why other kids have dads and she doesn’t.

➥ Reply to an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ text | lincoln ] it’s a compliment, not a proposal, dumbass. don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, a lot of time’s passed since college, but i still know you and i know you put a shit load of work into looking good. pretty sure you don’t mind being told so. 

a good few minutes pass before o types in the next text, blankly staring at the letters on her screen before they turn into a blur. she feels a familiar pang in her chest upon his words, heartache. hasn’t occurred in so long, almost forgot what it feels like. almost. bastard. 

[ text | lincoln ] miss EGO? what the fuck? i was just trying to be nice because i actually really care about you, but judging by your antics, which are worse than our 4-year-old’s, btw, i guess that was a mistake. should’ve learned my lesson with you 5 years ago, sorry i even bothered. gimme a call when you have time to see lily, no need to put up with each other any more than that. 

[handledit-blog1]

There will be BAD days. Times when the world weighs on you for so long it leaves you looking for an EASY way out.       There WILL be moments when the drought of joy seems unending.       Instances spent PRETENDING that everything is alright when it clearly is NOT,       check your blind spot.       See that LOVE is still there,

                                                                                                                 be patient.

                                     independent raven reyes. penned by r.

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                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

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popular text posts + ask memes (part two) 

❛ i don’t have time for a relationship. do you know how many books i need to read? ❜ ❛ i think it’s hilarious when people tell me i’m laid back because i’ve pretty uch been screaming nonstop in my head since like fifth grade ❜ ❛ coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just… not good ❜ ❛ i’m a piece of shit, but it’s fine ❜ ❛ how i am supposed to have a lit summer with $4.65 ❜ ❛ i’m a huge fan of space; both outer and personal ❜ ❛ and to your left, you can see me, ruining everything ❜ ❛ any full cast musical number can be a solo if you believe hard enough ❜ ❛ kinda hungry, kinda horny, kinda tired, kinda wanna get a tattoo ❜ ❛ no amount of under eye concealer can cover up how tired i am of this world ❜ ❛ i’m ready for autumn, but not autumn responsibilities ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ i’m not making enough boys nervous ❜ ❛ i really want my last words to be ‘hey, wanna see a dead body?’ ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when money goes away when you spend it? ❜ ❛ i’m always a slut for conspiracy theories ❜ ❛ i wanna make a diss track about myself ❜ ❛ true friendship is bullying your friends into watching the tv shows you watch ❜ ❛ i’d be such a good girlfriend/boyfriend/s.o. you’re all missing out ❜ ❛ sorry i was late. i can’t conceptualize time. ❜ ❛ fuck what the aliens said ❜ ❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜  ❛ if outfit repeating was a crime i would be sentenced to life without parole ❜ ❛ does anyone have ten thousand dollars they don’t want? ❜ ❛ i want a sugar daddy, but i know nicki minaj wants me to be independent  ❜ ❛ i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about ❜ ❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married ❜ ❛ tbh sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic because i will get over it, but let me be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜ ❛ if we date, you have to hold my hand in the car. no exceptions. ❜ ❛ in an unfortunate development, i am now awake ❜ ❛ you’re hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you ❜ ❛ kinda hurt, kinda offended, kinda not planning on saying anything about it ❜ ❛ trying to embarrass me is so unnecessary. i do it to myself just fine. ❜ ❛ if you don’t think i’m a princess then you’re 100% right. i’m the fucking queen. ❜ ❛ fuck summer. i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october. ❜ ❛ lana may have fucked her way up to the top, but i am bullshitting my way up to the middle ❜ ❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜ ❛ so… do you want to watch 49.7 hours of parks and recreation with me? ❜ ❛ i hit rock bottom like every two weeks ❜ ❛ can someone please be proud of me? like fuck, i’m trying. ❜ ❛ give me a few days to overthink about it ❜ ❛ can i sell my feelings on ebay? i don’t want them anymore. ❜ ❛ i’m really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time ❜ ❛ when does hibernation start because i am 100% participating in that ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when you wake up and you’re awake ❜ ❛ i lowkey just wanna make sure you’re happy as fuck ❜ ❛ i literally have no idea what i’m gonna do if i don’t end up rich ❜ ❛ you know you’re in deep when you love listening to them talk and you get attached to their voice ❜ ❛ no offense, but when is it my turn for someone to be in love with me ❜ ❛ i’m an asshole with a really big heart ❜ ❛ i have to be funny because being hot is not an option ❜ ❛ can i apologize in advance for basically everything i will ever do ❜ ❛ okay that’s cool, but consider the following: snuggling with me until i fall asleep ❜ ❛ please handle me with care. i am a very sleepy and soft creature. ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk. ❜

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octavia isn’t oblivious – she’s noticed diana’s excessive sneaking around, and putting two and two together, it wasn’t hard to figure out that it probably had something to do with her growing interest in her brother. it’s not as though she disapproves, she wants them to be happy, but the secretiveness of their actions is what’s bugging her. they’re hiding, so bell obviously knows it’s not right to deny octavia relations with boys, while he’s happily screwing her roomie who just so happens to be her age. hypocrite. it reinforced her decision not to tell either of them she’s been seeing a certain someone, her antics merely an act to keep everyone unsuspecting. every time she seemed so eager to visit frat parties, she’d only wanted to see him, vanish into a room upstairs so they could enjoy some alone time before they had to go back to pretending they barely even knew each other. having fallen for the captain of the college football team who happened to be her brother’s archenemy complicated things – to put it mildly.

she barely registers d’s fresh out of the shower, her own franticness cloaking every logical train of thought. still sobbing, o wipes her stained cheeks in vain, small frame sinking into her friend’s embrace. it takes her a moment to respond, she’s still processing what’s going on, wishing someone would pinch her and this would all be over. lids falling shut for a moment, she draws a shaky breath and opens them again. not a dream. blake shifts a little, appreciating her friend’s attempt to comfort her but too much contact when upset has always made her feel boxed in. “you can’t tell bell, okay? whatever you do, don’t tell bell,” she starts before she even explains the situation to her, bell’s disappointment and subsequent wrath would only worsen her predicament. her brother’s going to find out eventually, but o hopes that when he does, she’s already got the situation figured out. “––––i’m pregnant.”

[papiliio-blog]

although she realized this was all new to lincoln, things had been serious for o ever since he left her. she’d had zero tolerance for bullshit all her life, but raising a kid on her own made her tougher than ever before and it lead to her expecting just as much from lincoln. her sympathy lasted for about as long as they were sat on the stairs outside her apartment. from that moment on, personal feelings, grudges, and fears had to be shoved into the farthest corner of his mind. she knew father and daughter needed time to get acquainted with one another, knew to give them space as she had when fixing lily’s milk and leaving them both to chat and giggle in the living room. the first step had been taken to unite them as a family, but o was already thinking about the next steps. there was nothing more important than ensuring a safe, loving environment for lily, and if they wanted this to work, they’d both have to give their girl top priority, their rocky past mattering little in comparison.

soft smile nudges her lips when he takes her words the wrong way, he’s insecure and it’s natural. sweet, almost, showing her that he deeply cares for their kid already and that he’s concerned how to interact right with her. “’course not, it’s perfectly fine. i mean, look at her, i don’t know a single person she hasn’t wrapped around her little finger. you just gotta make sure it doesn’t get to her head, but don’t worry about that, she’s really good most of the time. occasional temper tantrums, but she likes the quiet too much to let it get out of hand. fighting and yelling unsettles her, so talking it out with her works much better than raising your voice. even taught me that keeping a cool head is way better than getting worked up quickly over little things. i wonder who she gets it from,” her smile grows at that, already looking forward to long talks about their daughter. sure, the sadness over lincoln’s absence in the first years of her life was ever-present, but it didn’t all have to be bad and they just proved that.

octavia pulls lily on her lap when arms wrap tighter around her frame, she still has to send her to brush her teeth so making sure she doesn’t doze off on the couch again might help avoid her whining. planting a kiss on her hair, she notices how the girl’s attention is focused on lincoln when he raises his voice, and there is a faint spark of disappointment in her hues when he says he can’t tomorrow. lily doesn’t protest, though, doesn’t even sulk. it’s one of those things you learn when growing up with a single parent – minor disappointments happen regularly, one parent can’t split into two, no matter how hard they try. by now, o knows that the best thing is to explain to her why she once again couldn’t make it to pick her up and go to the park with her, eventually, she’ll understand. until then, she at least knows that even if her mom is often too busy to come, she always wants to. “weeknights sound good, don’t you think?” the brunette flashes her daughter a smile, a hand rubbing the small of her back. hoping to lift her spirits as she knows this reaction, while it might not be as apparent to her dad. a nod is lily’s response, and o’s gaze is warm as it meets hers. “i work long shifts mondays, tuesdays, and thursdays so uncle bell always comes to get you, but the other days? we could do movie nights with lincoln.”