fandomtownies | Around Town, Thursday

Today was a new day.

And today, Octavia had taken to the streets in search of a fight. Or several, which was what she'd already found. The restless energy under her skin had to go somewhere, her unwillingness to sit and think about various complicated things had to be mitigated somehow.

And the town was still under attack.

So the choice was as obvious as breathing, really. Yesterday, she'd just had her knives; today, she had her sword.

(No, she hadn't touched it much since returning to Fandom.)

(No, she wasn't going to think too closely about any of the implications there.)

And the snow angels, the lights, the candy canes were no match for her with it. She barely heard the mistletoe yelling at her as she roamed the streets, waiting for the next angel to come creeping behind her shoulder. She was ready, and in her element.

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