- GONA.

       it had been a long time since someone had faith in abby like that. she’d almost forgotten what it was like to be BELIEVED IN, to have someone in your corner telling you they believed in you. she had marcus, but he was practically required to support her, their long history and teamwork on building arkadia binding the two of them together. lincoln, on the other hand, owed her nothing, so to know he believed in her, it filled her with the sort of desire to do better she hadn’t had for awhile now. ❝ i…thank you, lincoln. i don’t know what i did to EARN such faith in me, but i appreciate it, now more than ever. ❞ 

     “you helped me, some of my people, and others.” he told her with a small nod. there was so much that abby had done for both sides that if anyone hated her then they were idiots. she was one of the strongest women around and he most certainly respected her.

                                      “We will do our best to make sure they don’t.”

     Lincoln told Bellamy in a stern voice, giving a small shake of his head as she began to pace around the cave. He was lucky to have gotten out alive but there was so much more ahead that he could not help but worry not only about himself but everyone around him. Not everyone was going to make it out.

           ❝ Sure. You got a bar that’ll hold me around here? ❞

❝ Doorway of the office. ❞

“You sure?” The question was an answer to both of his statements. Like a cat watching something of interest, he kept his gaze fixed on the man when he knelt down. Bellamy dropped all caution, everything that held him back and reached out to grab Lincoln by the fabric of his shirt, only to pull him to his feet. He gave him no time to ask questions. Instead he pressed his lips against the other’s in a KISS

But he had to pull away, oxygen needed to fill his lungs. Lincoln does not pull far though. He keeps his forehead pressed to the others and smiles, actually fucking smiles. “That took courage.” The grounder comments, leaning in to take another quick kiss from the other.

“That was risky, the flower thing. The others could have seen it. They can’t find you here, they’ll kill you.” A serious expression imprinted on his face, Bellamy slowly came closer. He saw little need for the knife and thus put it back into his belt whilst still approaching the grounder. “How are you holdin’ up?”

Once he was sure there were no other injuries, he stepped back. “Fine. I have suffered worse than what you or your people did to me.” He explained, kneeling down to tend to the fire in the cave. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”

Octavia Blake in every episode: 1.02 Earth Skills ↳ You’re too hot to be my brother’s bitch.

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    “hey. no work today?” he questions as he strips the jacket from his shoulders and tosses it on the back of chair before lips press to the top of her head. lincoln moves fluidly through the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, finding himself a place to sit at the table once he has the cup in hand. 

        she’s quiet,  too ; it’s unusual for the girl who normally has something to say about everything.  she slips into the car,  letting her head drop against the headrest.  they’re five minutes down the road by the time she breaks the silence.  ❛ i’m not ready. ❜  

     he hadn’t spoken the entire drive, trying to keep the feeling in the car as calm and peaceful since lincoln was sure octavia was feeling extremely stressed. her voice had his head looking at her, one hand reaching out to take her hand. “there are options, o, for if you aren’t ready.”

“Lincoln?”

“Wasn’t sure you’d come.” Lincoln spoke with the tiniest hint of a smile, finally revealing his English speaking capabilities. While he had spoke to Bellamy days ago on the dropship, it had been rough and messy but now as he spoke, it was clear as day as if he had been speaking it all of his life. “Glad you made it without falling into a ravine this time.”

for lincoln || naiche lizzette

first and last words

       abby nods, casting her eyes around to assess the health of the other grounders pike had insisted on interning. INTERNING, even the word makes abby want to break something. they don’t deserve this, and it’s hard to restrain herself from walking up to their new chancellor and telling him exactly what she thinks. she needs to play this carefully, for their sake as much as her own, but that doesn’t mean she can’t curse him out in her head. ❝ i set aside some supplies before they came in to take inventory. i’ll have harper and miller sneak them in at regular intervals. i’m sorry i can’t do more, but i’m working on it, i promise. ❞ 

      he shook his head a little bit, “you’re going great. you always have.” lincoln thought back to how abby had saved his life before when he had become a reaper, how she had tended to octavia many times when she got bruises or cuts. she was someone who had become more important than he had ever realized before. “the supplies will help. the others need it.”

            an almost audible CLENCH of a strong, weathered jaw. “ dwelling is not the same as forgetting. “ it’s a cop-out, and she knows it. azure orbs falter as the grounder’s gaze finds itself elsewhere, && clarke feels her bones ache. part of her wishes she’d stayed hidden in the forest, a coward in her own right. “ i HAVE to, lincoln. there are matters more important to deal with other than throwing the blame on me. “ the harsh whisper is accompanied by the slow, deliberate curl of bloodied knuckles. “ let’s deal with this NOW. blame me later. “

     he quietly listened to her speak, knowing that she was right. there was an anger coming out of the man that perhaps was being misplaced on clarke. even though most times he was a levelheaded man there were times where even lincoln could lose his grip. the man gave a small nod. “let’s deal with it then.”