◣ i'm sorry ◥

Bellamy peered up from his book, suddenly ripped from his mental world the moment Monty opened his mouth. Not that he minded, though, because any and all distractions were welcome right now. He set the novel down with a folded page to find his mark again, nodding at his friend as he stared directly at him.

“Monty.” He greeted, his tone both somber, but also relieved, because at least there was someone else who had been there—someone else who committed to saving their people.

Clarke told Bellamy to watch over them all, so that’s what he was going to do. He stood up and approached his friend, grabbing the bedroll and part of his belongings to help with the load. Gesturing with his head inside the tent, he moved aside for him to pass.

“Don’t sweat it; what’s mine is yours. Besides, I could use the company.” He stated, laying out the bedroll in the opposing corner of his tent.

“So…” He started, though the words just seemed to tumble away as he sat down on his roll and sighed, staring at Monty as the conversation died.

monty had been there; he’d done the programming. without him, the whole operation would have been useless. it didn’t make him feel any better in the long run, not after everything that has come of it, but he knew deep down that it was the only thing they could have done to make it out with ALL of their people in tact. far too many of them had been taken and killed to just roll over and make deals. they had a deal with the grounders and look how THAT turned out.

as the weight was lifted from his arms, monty was stood still in the doorway, hands falling limp at his sides. he hadn’t really expected to be so easily welcomed for whatever reason. maybe it was because he assumed bellamy wouldn’t want the company.

either way, as his bedroll was laid out, monty shrugged his shoulders a bit and tried his best at smiling, something he knew wouldn’t really matter at this point. it was mostly all  f a k e with them anyways. he moved closer, giving bellamy a small nod in thanks before he sat down on his as well, casting his eyes over to their leader.

            ‘ thanks for letting me stay here for a while. i --                   being with someone who was there -- someone                   who knew what it took . . . it’s better. ‘

turning his head back down to his hands across his lap, dark eyes studied the skin that had once been stained with blood. he’d killed people in there. many people.

i’m going to be working on some drafts and then hopping over to joe. and then later on, i’ll make some more monty icons.

                   i haven’t used this icon in so long,                                             but i had to for this.

                ‘ I’M NEXT. ‘

okay, so, maybe taking turns on the rope wasn’t the best idea considering what had happened to jasper when they first got here ---- but times had been too tough since their mountain release and  t h i s  was the first day that monty got out of bed with a smile and  DIDN’T  hate himself for what had happened.

he was going to be childish and they’d just have to fucking accept that. because it was his turn.

               ‘ give me the rope! ---- yeah, yeah.                        now watch this . . . on three. ‘

once the countdown reached the gap between two and three, monty took off at a run and tugged his feet up around the tied in knot in the rope, swinging out from the rock they were launching from. and once he was out a safe distance that he had felt out before, no rock edges thanks, he let go and went wailing into the lake beneath him.

surfacing a couple seconds later, his eyes were closed but his hands were held high, fists now shaking at the direction of the others’ laughter back on shore. the water felt so nice.