#brave queue

@mxndwitch​ said: [ cover ]

     Snow had always been such a different sight for him. It had almost been like when it rained. Calming. Cleansing. Distracting. Snow was a beautiful sight. The way it glistened in whatever type of light that had touched it. The sun’s rays had made the sparkle of flakes dance upon any surface. It had caused what was pure and untouched, to become so beautiful in it’s pillow upon the ground, but it was the moonlight that had reminded Bellamy of something new. Something that had just had life breathed back into it’s dying lungs upon the Earth’s surface. The moonlight had given a different shimmer to the sparkling flakes of snow. It had caused something far more breathtaking to be seen in it’s wake compared to what the sun could ever give it. A deep breath, and he leans upon the railing of the balcony of the tower. His hands twitch and he wants to move the earth he’s staring at. Disturb it’s slumber with the blanket of snow upon it’s surface. To bring it closer to him for better observation, but it’s the sound of some approaching that causes him to hold off the feeling. Lips shift at the sight of Wanda coming to stand beside him. Spine straightens as he stands up and he notices she’s not wearing anything to stop the bitter chill of winter’s air from kissing her skin. It’s easy gesture, slipping out of his coat as he moves to wrap it around her shoulders. “There.” He states, the smile growing upon his worn features. “I can keep myself warm but I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

@alma-en-pena​ said: [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

     Humor filters through Bellamy’s gaze as he watches Murphy slip upon the muddy ground that surrounds the Dropship. He cannot stop the bout of laughter that seeps past his worn lips at the sight. Hands come to rest upon his hips, corners of lips tilt upward in a knowing smirk at the sight and truth be told, Bellamy would have laughed if it had been anyone else, but it was made especially better at the fact it had been Murphy who had fallen in the mud beneath their boots. “Maybe next time it rains, you watch your step.” He muses lightly, tone full of amusement and hints of the dying laughter upon his worn lips. Still, he hadn’t stopped himself from glancing around to see if any of the other one hundred, had slipped in the mud, knowing that this wasn’t exactly a terrain they were used to walking on. It was as if someone had mopped the floors and instead of letting them dry, decided to watch who could skate the smoothest way across them. “Then again, I guess the people watching you will know better than to fall.” Bellamy extends his hand just then, offering the other a way to get up off the ground.

@rebellmade​ said: “you played me and i just stood by and watched.” (from either Clarke or Murphy, your choice! via rebellmade)

     A breath. The action is held in his lungs. A feeling he doesn’t want to let go of. How could he? How could he breath when the world was falling down around him? When the world was crashing to pieces on the ground at his feet? What good was Atlas when he couldn’t even hold up the weight upon his shoulders? What good was Atlas when he let the people who relied on him most, down? He couldn’t just set this on the ground and hope for the best. No, that wasn’t in his blood. That wasn’t in his books. He had to bring them peace, after all, that was what he had promised them years ago. What he had told them they could find together, first with the grounders, now here, on a new planet. A planet that Monty had hoped would be their happy place. The place they could all grow old together. A place without war. Without pain, and that thought causes Bellamy’s heart to break just a little bit. Knowing that Monty’s dying wish wasn’t fulfilled yet but he would make sure that it is. Make sure that they find that peace that he had once promised them. “I didn’t.” He finally releases the breath he’s been holding. Finally letting his chest heave with air. Hazelnut gaze shifting to look at the other, tears threaten to break their dams and cascade down his star spackled cheeks. “I promised peace, Clarke, and this is our way to it. You have to trust me.”

@spczom​ said: ‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’ + consciousness!bellamy ( @dngerclose​ )

     A breath. Body freezes. He’s unsure if movement was the best course of action. Fear takes hold. He doesn’t like the idea of touch. Doesn’t like the idea of what touch can bring or even the idea of what it could do in the terms of comfort. Instead he lets the internal war wage on inside his mind. Debating between being human and moving towards the other or staying guarded and pushing away something that he’s so starved from experiencing. A sigh releases from lungs, a breath of air he doesn’t realize that he’s holding and he mentally shakes himself. How stupid is it that he’s being to push away something so trivial? Something so human that everyone deserves, even if it’s just friendly? “Yeah, whatever.” He gruffs slightly, moving toward the other, a bit awkwardly. “Just don’t get any smart ideas.”

@thatfirehairedshifter​ said: “The ravens and crows always remain through the cold. Hardy little bastards.”

     A soft chuckle escapes his lips upon hearing her words and he gives a little shake of his head. Earth had proven to have many surprises for him, so of course, the birds were no different. He had never actually seen one until he arrived here. Never saw them in flight, heard their songs as they travelled through the air. Never really cared to study their properties when he was up on the Ark. Really, he never had much of a reason to do so. So when she mentions one by name, his chuckle dies down a little, an eyebrow curving upward in a curious way and his hazelnut gaze shifts to rest upon her. “Ravens, huh?” His mind twists the word around, toying with it a little, testing how it feels on his tongue. The only Raven he knew was a person and in truth, it made sense with what the redhead was saying about the birds. Stubborn. If that word hadn’t described him, it surely described both, the person and the bird, from the sounds of it. “I guess so. I never really cared enough to study the birds of earth.”

100 DAYS OF HEADCANONS. Day 13: College

Random Love || Always Accepting.

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