•random drabble•

Shuddering as the breeze caressed his skin, he thought that everything felt too cold at the moment. Octavian opened his eyes to find himself sprawled out on the floor. Letting out a shakey breath as he shivered. Why was it so cold? Had he left a window open...?

He sat himself up, his head aching a bit, but relatively fine for the amount he drank last night. He gave himself a tired grin. He's been getting better and better sleep these days. They might not always be in bed, but they're definitely something he's proud of. He took notice of his lack of shirt, and the window that was blown wide open, probably a heavy gust of wind that did that, made a few things seem much more reasonable in his head. But one thing stood out that he couldn't quite grasp. He was actually in the Castle of Pride. That was mildly concerning, as he doesn't remember being here at all.

"Henrietta I swear if I find that insolent fool of butler trying to go through the things in my study again I'm going to kill him-" Octavian's head turned at the sound. Brows furrowing as he watched the door to the room suddenly twist open.

For a moment, they both froze as they laid their eyes on each other. His crown on her head. And a man sprawled shirtless across her study floor.

"What the hell-" She started before her eyes hardened. Shutting the door and opening it again in bewilderment, realizing that she was indeed seeing a shirtless man who seemed strikingly familiar in the middle of her little sanctuary. She looked to him, then the opened window, and the familiarity she felt was suddenly drowned out by the idea that this could be something far from good.

Octavian scrambled to his feet, confusion written across his face as they both looked at each other in complete disbelief. It was a strange feeling of familiarity he felt right then, looking into her expression, so much like his own. It threw them both for a loop clearly. Especially as she finally made the move to step inside. 

Though she seemed to get a much quicker grip on things than he did, and instead of a much more civilized approach, she suddenly charged.

He didn't know exactly how to handle this, rather, he decided just to act and ask questions later. Narrowly dodging her fist as it sailed at him, an impact he knew would probably have knocked him the hell out. What he couldn't miss was her palm on his chest, and much less to try and offset her as she used her full weight to throw them both down. His surprise clearly taken advantage of. He slammed into the ground as her crown fell, and rather than push her off, his first instinct was to catch it, the idea of it falling clearly filling them both with panic as they both went out to reach. Octavian was faster but clearly not as clever, because of it, she wrapped her hand around his free wrist. The other around his throat.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want-?" She seethed. Clear venom in her voice as he tried to pull his hand out of her grip to pull her off of him, which proved to be a bad idea as her grip only tightened considerably more on his throat. 

"I-" He tried to answer through strained breath, wondering how he clearly didn't see the strength hidden inside of her as her bright eyes flared. He could faintly hear footsteps. Multiple pairs.

"Octa-!"

"WHAT?!" They (well Octavian tried to) both yelled out in surprise as they struggled against each other, her grip loosening at the new intrusion, causing him to successfully push her off, gasping for breath as she tumbled. Matching eyes falling on the new figure at the door. Another one joining shortly after.

"Sister-" He started, panting from the run over as he looked at them both with obvious confusion. "Fiona said this wouldn't happen-" He started with wide eyes. But the woman who attacked clearly wasn't having that as she stood back up. Fire in her eyes as Octavian rubbed a hand along the brusing she had just caused on his scarred neck. The Crown of Wrath still in his other hand.

"This beast of a man is trying to steal my crown. Now, get me my sword, Henrietta-"

"You idiot you can't do that! That's you!" The young man pushed inside to hold her back as she took a step forward. Why did they all seem so familiar-

"Robin get out of the wa-"

"Robin?" Octavian choked out. Suddenly struck as he watched them both struggle... 

The smaller woman who was still looking on in shock at the door suddenly made it all click into place.

"Henri.... What...." He looked up at the struggling pair who began to squabble with each other immediately. The man pushing back at her with all his force as she looked just about ready to use him as a projectile. But his eyes gleamed as he heard him make sense of things.

"Yes! Henrietta, like your husband I bet yes? This is the other you Octavia!See! Like Fiona said!" The man said happily as the woman he was fighting with childishly pushed her hand into his face, muffling the profanities that began to spew from it as she cast him another venemous glare.

"I could care less if he was my other half or not he stole my crown!" She spat like an angry child. 

"Your crown? This is mine." Octavian growled with his own authoritative voice as he stood, making their struggle against each other stop for a moment.

Robin was flung back almost as he stumbled away from his now fuming sister, bit she didn't hurl herself at him like before. Rather, she seems to have collected herself better. No longer prepared to lunge at him, though its hard to blame Octavian for a step back when she took one forward.

He stood over her figure as they glared at each other. Still trying to make sense of this in their heads as they eyed each other curiously. Octavia.... A name much like his own. Near identical infact. He wishes he knew more about what his son was up to.

Who knows what trouble this all means for him.

"I'm Queen Octavia Dumoes Lumis." Her eyes fell as she rakes them shamelessly up his frame, observing the tanned, scarred skin muh like her own. On impusle she raised a hand to touch.

Fingertips tracing a few of the pale ragged lines. Octavian at the very least wasn't this touchy.

Octavia glanced up to gauge his reaction as she did this, to see if they were as sensitive as hers were when others touched, when meeting his stone cold eyes she saw his clear struggle with trying not to shy away from her touch. To not flinch or squirm like she knew he wanted to. They where each other. There wasn't a shred of doubt between them, as for a moment they both glared down at each other. Becoming rather oblivious to the other’s, one watching enviously across the room, while the other spaced off wondering what the hell to do next. Robin cleared his throat in an attempt to get things moving, neither of them turning to look, but Octavian got the message.

“I’m King Octavian Dumoes Lumis. King of Wrath. Husband to Pride.” His eyes flickered over to Henrietta, who couldn’t help but bloom red under his gaze, but felt no need to look away.

“Now. Where the hell am I? I suppose you must be me…” Octavia’s hand began to run up to try and touch the scars along his neck, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed it back into her chest before she could go too far. He was curious about a lot right now, and he needed to focus, not play around with himself (wow alex-)

“But that makes little sense to me. Robin-” He felt odd calling out his sister’s name to only have it attached to another person. But they seemed exactly the same almost… Save for the fact that he’s a man…

“Ah! Yes! I can explain!” He said cheerfully, snapping out of his little daze first. It was a lot for everyone to take in, but at the very least he knew what was going on. “Well, Fiona wanted to travel to your dimension I believe… It’s almost identical to ours, though there are a few minor differences here and there… Save for our gender’s apparently. Those are all different. I don’t exactly know why you’re here… But we can’t send you back until Fiona comes home, I don’t know how to.” He said sheepishly.

Henrietta seemed to finally come to at the end of Robin’s words. Cheeks a light red as she grabbed him by the collar.

“WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SHE NOT TELL US ABOUT THIS?! Now we have to let him stay here!” She fumed as Octavia continued to curiously poke at Octavian through his irritation. Though one could hardly blame her at the rare chance of meeting your opposite.

“It’s not that bad.” Octavia stated blandly as Octavian grabbed her hand again as her curiosity began to grow around the hem of his pants. “I’m a rather handsome man. Very good looking-”

“Stop complimenting yourself, and touching- You’re making him even more uncomfortable in this situation than this must already be.” Robin said with exasperation.

“Maybe if you get him a shirt.” Henrietta added half heartedly, now carefully encroaching to stand by Octavia’s side, holding onto her wife’s arm as she looked up at the man. Octavian suddenly felt like he was put on display as they both looked at him curiously. And he desperately agreed with the idea of putting on something to stop them from staring so much. But the way they looked together made a worried thought pass through his own mind. Was Henri alright? Was he going to know where he disappeared to? The last thing he wanted was to worry him or his daughter, or anyone really, and back home he was sure they must’ve already noticed he was gone.

He sighed as he thought to push the crown into her free hand so that it had something else to do besides grope him. The woman looked at it for a moment before raising it to put it on her head, it was a king’s crown he couldn't help but notice. Not the Queen one of Irae. But she seemed comfortable in it, and it clearly didn't seem to matter to her to wear it.

"Let's get him appropriately dressed. Maybe there's others who can get him to where he needs to be besides Fiona." Octavia said after a moment. Looking down at Henrietta with a small smirk as she pulled her against her chest. Even as a woman, it seems like Octavia was still much taller than her partner. Almost the same height difference he and Henri had.

Robin scratched at his chin for a moment. He didn't have the long hair Octavian's sister had, but their mannerisms where scarily similar to him as he pouted at the sight of the trio.

"Does that mean I have to do it? And can you guys please stop eyeing him like a piece of meat I think I'm going to hurl-"

Just like Robin. Amazing.

"I'll assume that's a yes. Please, it's too cold in here-" Octavian suddenly rushed the man out the door in a flurry before they took too long to answer.

Octavia thought there wasn't much to stop him for as her eyes followed him out the door. But Henrietta's eyes where trained on her. Brows furrowed as she gently pulled away from her arms.

"You're plotting something."

"I'm just curious..."

"You being curious is always trouble Via...."

"Oh please. You know it'll be fun..."

"Via-"

Octavia hushed her with a kiss. Making her flush with the suddenness of the action.

"It won't be anything too bad. I promise. In fact, I think you'll love it-"

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what am I doing? idk I was thinking of all of our bends and just kinda made a thing-?

regardless, hope y'all like it XD

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