Meanwhile, Briar and Octavia are enjoying the summer in the redhead’s Australian hometown. Briar saunters into her lady’s lab wearing nothing but a bikini. She caresses those metal arms and clasps her fingers between those claws.

“Come outside and get some food, baby. I grilled prawn.”

@OckFromTheDead

@BriarLiden "Aaaaand just like that my shitty week is over, my humbug has buggered off and I'm feeling better. Hello, Briar. It smells amazing."

@OckFromTheDead She leads Octavia up the stairs and out onto the beach, where a table and two chairs have been set up in a white mesh tent. It’s a suitable seaside romantic meal complete with candles and stringed lights for added ambiance. The moon hangs over the ocean as the surf crashes on the white sand.

“I’ve been thinking,” Briar says, “About us. What if we took the next step?”

@BriarLiden "If you're talking about marriage, I already have a dress picked out from the Stark vintage reproduction catalogue."
@OckFromTheDead “I know white is customary, but I look AMAZING in red.”
@BriarLiden "Then wear red. I had something very gently tinged blue in mind."