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Midnight action | Cyrus&Octavia

Doing her best to step as lightly as she could, Octavia made her way down the hall towards the entrance. She knew that if she laid her path out towards the obvious exit, then the guards would be looking there and not by the kitchen exit. The game of sneaking out after midnight felt old, though the excitement to go where she was going was fresh. It was such a rush, performing for other musicians. The kind of people who understood her and truly appreciated her music. The dress she wore was a little short maybe, but she had a certain image at the Speakeasy that she wanted to maintain. She felt a little bad though about leaving her fiancee asleep. But she had left a note explaining that she was going to meet some friends she couldn’t see that often and for him not to worry because she would be back by morning. It wasn’t the most detailed explanation but it would have to do for now. This night was just for her, and just about her music, no one or nothing else. 

Once in the entrance hall, she pulled on her coat, feeling a little rushed. Being late was annoying but if she hurried she wouldn’t be too behind schedule. She was about to take the side door, the servants halls to the kitchen, when the door behind her opened and her eyes fell on Cyrus. Crap.. That was quick. Presented with just two options, staying and trying to explain, risking both a fight and a whole lot of time persuading him to let her go alone versus running as fast as her legs could carry her and face it all in the morning, Octavia opted for the latter. “Please go back to bed. I’ll be back later..” she murmured before beelining for the side door, well aware that the margins of her getting out scot free now were incredibly small. 

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[babyprinxessoctavia]

Octavia nodded. “I am sure. I actually have something to play that you should hear.” She admitted with a little clever smile on her lips. “So you’re coming.” During the days since their house arrest had ended she had spent some serious time in the music room, putting together a song that really was for him and no one else. But she was too nervous about playing it to do so just the two of them in private. It was easier to do so with an audience. Given how quick they had gone from full on fighting to making up, she wondered if they’d become better at compromising or if there was some other reason why. Fighting with him was exhausting though. She always felt lighter afterwards. That smirk. Oh he was up to something the gorgeous devil. When he kissed the spot on her collar bone her body shivered in response, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head even more to give him better access. Her breathing quickened, her fingers running trough his soft locks. “And how pray tell do you know I wasn’t wearing this for you?” She rebutted with a smirk of her own. “Fine maybe I was wearing it for me. Red is festive. But it’s not like anyone but you gets to see me stripped down like this.”

babyprinxessoctavia​:

She had known, deep down, that sneaking off like she had was a bad idea. A mistake. But she had done it anyway, not entirely able to explain why she had. Sure it was new, all of this, being in a relationship was a big adjustment, and being engaged to someone who was actually present was so different than there being an ocean and more between them. A small smile crept back on her lips in response to his words. God how infuriating he was. But he was also so damn good to her. The latter far outweighing the first. Kissing him fervently back, she moved to sit on his lap, placing her hands intertwined behind his neck. Looking deep into his eyes, she could tell he didn’t want her to, despite being all sweet about it. “How about we both go tomorrow night instead?” she suggested gently, loosening a hand so she could place it against his cheek. “I was wrong before. Not just about not telling you. I want you to come.” she said, meaning every word. “But no guards.” she added a bit firmly, hoping that he could understand that she wanted to keep the place off the radar. Tilting her head and purposefully pushing her chest out, her look was curious but also playful. “So just what about this ensemble is it you don’t like?” she asked, gesturing to the lingerie she was left in.

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Cyrus looked at her when she placed her hand on his cheek. “Just if you’re really sure.” He told her. “Really, I don’t mind staying.” He said, he truly didn’t wanted to impose, if this was her thing he was fine with that as long as she told him where she was going as dress accordingly, he wouldn’t be angry, he just wanted to see her happy. He understood not wanting guards, but it was okay, after all there was no real danger on the island, specially not one that he couldn’t handle, and he doubted someone would be stupid enough to hurt the King’s daughter. At her question he smirked and looked at her, before he could answer he moved his mouth to her collar bone and started to kiss her before whispering. “That you didn’t dress like this for me.” He told her as he lost himself in her scent.

[babyprinxessoctavia]

Octavia wished she could read his thoughts or have him speak them as he thought them. It was so hard sometimes to understand what he was feeling and thinking. This time she didn’t have a reply right away. Because this time he was right. She was the one who hadn’t trusted him to listen to her and hear her out. Instead she had just assumed he wouldn’t and not given him a chance before she acted. “I didn’t.. I just.. I’m sorry..” she swallowed hard, struggling to figure else what else to say. What else could she really say? Being carried down the halls she was relieved that the only ones who saw were the guards. Had this happened in broad daylight it would have been beyond humiliating. Her heart was beating really fast, the feeling of being out of control and not knowing what would happen next was not a pleasant one. Then her back hit the bed and she thought he would follow. Though he would sure still be upset but want to well.. fuck her hard. When that didn’t happen she sat up, confusion still coloring her features as she took him in as he was moving back and fourth, tossing things in the fire. It took her a full long minute to realize that what he was burning was pretty much all of her clothes. “Cyrus!” She exclaimed, slipping off the bed but giving how furious he was still, she didn’t dare try to stop him. That would only make it worse. Noticing the white sheer dress he picked up next though, panic pierced her. “No no no please not that one!” But before she could stop him the flames had it. Not caring that she would get burnt, Octavia reached in and pulled the half burnt dress out, fresh tears running down her cheeks. She had very little of her mother’s, but this dress was one of the few she had gotten to before her father boxed it all up. Hugging the fabric tightly to her she pushed the tears back, drawing a few deep breaths. She had broken his guitar, and he had burned her mother’s dress. Now they were even.. Leaving the dress where it was she retreated to the bed, sitting cross legged with her arms at the edge of the mattress. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout that probably too up her whole face. “That’s just mean..”

babyprinxessoctavia​:

Octavia knew there might be a price to pay for not letting him shut her out but rather forcing a conversation. But she was so tired of them each retreating to their separate corners, ending up with misunderstandings and assumptions that was so darn far from the truth. Even if the truth hurt. “I would be worried and upset but I wouldn’t automatically think you were going out with another girl. I have no idea why you keep expecting the worst of me at every turn. I told you I’m not that kind of girl. I told you I’m in love with you. You’re the only one I’ve kissed or had sex with. Ever. It doesn’t make a lick of sense that I would betray you like that..” She replied, her words just as hard, not at all backing down this time around. “I don’t think you trusted me before either Cy. I know you want to but be honest, its much harder for you than you’d like to admit.” Of course it was hard to face that. It meant there was a constant imbalance in their relationship and she didn’t know how to make it right. Obviously she could still be better at communicating. Feeling him flip them, she didn’t care that he was ripping her dress to shreds, hoping it meant that as angry as he was he still wanted her. Her eyes widened a bit at his words, puzzled. “What?” She asked a little breathless, failing to comprehend what about her underwear seemed to make him even more angry. The punch making her bite her lip again. “Cy what’s-“ she began. And then she was hoisted up over his shoulder, for a moment too stunned and surprised to speak. One to think of what she had said about him dragging her back to their room, she opted for silence where she hang, hoping whatever it was that had set him off she could soothe somehow once he let her back down.

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Cyrus didn’t understand why is so hard for her to understand, he wasn’t angry because he thought she was going to see someone else, he was angry because it felt like she was hurting him on purpose.  “And yet, you’re the one that didn’t trust me.” He said. “You’re the one that chose to sneak out, knowing how it would make me feel. There are other ways of betraying someone.” He told her, Cyrus was a very close off person, sure he seemed happy on the outside and could go to parties and have a lot of friends, but no one ever bother to get to know him, he truly felt that things would be different with her, but every time he let her get closer to him, she just him more and more, and right now he wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Seeing her lingerie, was the first time that the feeling of her going out to meet someone else really hit him, he close his eyes and punch the wall trying to push his feelings away, but he failed. She said he was allowed to be angry at how she dresses, so that was what he was going to do, trying to focus on anything else that wasn’t why she was dressed like that when he asked her a bunch of times not to. As they arrived in the room he threw her in the bed and for the first time he didn’t followed to be on top of her, instead he made his way into her wardrobe, grabbing a bunch of clothes that he thought it was inappropriate and throwing into the fireplace that was already on because of the snow, making his way back and forward and burning everything he didn’t like it.

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Octavia knew there might be a price to pay for not letting him shut her out but rather forcing a conversation. But she was so tired of them each retreating to their separate corners, ending up with misunderstandings and assumptions that was so darn far from the truth. Even if the truth hurt. “I would be worried and upset but I wouldn’t automatically think you were going out with another girl. I have no idea why you keep expecting the worst of me at every turn. I told you I’m not that kind of girl. I told you I’m in love with you. You’re the only one I’ve kissed or had sex with. Ever. It doesn’t make a lick of sense that I would betray you like that..” She replied, her words just as hard, not at all backing down this time around. “I don’t think you trusted me before either Cy. I know you want to but be honest, its much harder for you than you’d like to admit.” Of course it was hard to face that. It meant there was a constant imbalance in their relationship and she didn’t know how to make it right. Obviously she could still be better at communicating. Feeling him flip them, she didn’t care that he was ripping her dress to shreds, hoping it meant that as angry as he was he still wanted her. Her eyes widened a bit at his words, puzzled. “What?” She asked a little breathless, failing to comprehend what about her underwear seemed to make him even more angry. The punch making her bite her lip again. “Cy what’s-“ she began. And then she was hoisted up over his shoulder, for a moment too stunned and surprised to speak. One to think of what she had said about him dragging her back to their room, she opted for silence where she hang, hoping whatever it was that had set him off she could soothe somehow once he let her back down.

babyprinxessoctavia​:

When he closed off like this Octavia had no idea what to do. It was like all of a sudden being faced with a stranger, as he seemed to twist whatever idea it was he had in his head this all meant and simply decide to shut his emotions off. And it scared her, ho easily he seemed to be able to do that with her. While she struggled not to feel everything, all at once, all the time. Were they ever going to get past this? This damn dance of her doing something to set him off and he deciding she wasn’t worth fighting for or have feelings for? Feeling some of her own frustrations bubble up, Octavia sighed heavily. “I hid it from everyone! No one knows about this. Not my family, not my regular friends, not my guards, no one.” she grimaced, hearing Luz’s words in her head. Calm head, then speak. “Its not about you or us or anyone else. I have this one thing I do just for me and I didn’t know if I was ready to share it just yet. You know what thats like Cy. We share everything with everyone, always on display. My music is the only thing I have thats just mine.” she said, trying to explain it better, even if it felt damned pointless. For once, she didn’t let her emotions run away with her based on his harsh words. “You don’t touch my things, or my father will hear about this and I’ll have your ass deported.” she told the guard. “Leave.” she added, instantly moving to block the door once the guard did as he was told, leaving them alone. And roles reversed, her in front of the door he wanted to exit trough. Yanking her very angry man by his shoulders, Octavia used her strength, and the momentum of him probably not expecting her to, to pin him against the wall, pressing her body tight up against his. “No way. You’re not pushing me away and running. I don’t care how pissed you are or what kind of bullshit you’ve decided to tell yourself. I’m a spoiled brat? A bitch? I don’t love you all of a sudden?” she arched a brow at him. “Well tough cause I do love you. And yes this was a bitchy move, I should have just told you and avoided all of this. And maybe my dress is too short. You get to yell, to drag my ass back to our bedroom, you get to be as angry as you like but you don’t get to run from me anymore. I’m not going to let you do that Cy.” Not waiting for him to respond, she pressed her lips passionately against his.

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Cyrus didn’t want to force her to share everything with him, he didn’t wanted to talk he wanted to leave and forget about everything, but she was pushing him, so if she wanted to hear him talk, he was going to. “I’m NOT telling you to share everything with me, but a note?! How would you feel if you woke up, and I was gone with a note that say, I will be back in the morning? What would you do?” He asked. “If you told me, I’m going out to play, and I’m not ready for you listen, I would understand, but you didn’t give me that chance, you lied, and I don’t trust you anymore.” He knew he was hitting her heavy with his words, that was why he didn’t want to speak to begin with, but she was blocking his way now, and he couldn’t get out, he hated how angry she made her feel for something as simple as a piece of paper, he would never care if it was anyone else, but it scared him how easily it was for her to hurt him, to make him feel things he never felt before, it was easier to run away than stay and get hurt all over again. Before he could say anything else, she closed the distance between them and kissed him, for the first time her kiss didn’t make his anger disappear, in one second he flipped their position and pressed her against the wall, looking at her with his dark eyes, and he ripped her clothes off because she shouldn’t be wearing that to start, but seeing what was under it just made him even angrier. “You got to be kidding me…” He said punching the wall near her and making a hole, everything she did just made him angrier and angrier, he grabbed her and threw her against his shoulder and he made his way to their room.