#clarkette

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          The drive the country had been an interesting one.          It was full of talks of what they wanted to do when they          graduated college, laughter and random conversations          along with music that would either be turned up to sing          a long with or turned down when their conversations          picked up. If one thing stayed true between them, there          was never a dull moment or a quiet one unless they both          agreed for it. Maybe that was why as the blanket was          laid down on the grassy patch below their feet, when his          back rested against it and she rested against his chest,          the silence that fell over them was peaceful and welcome.          His strong arms were around her, securing her to him          as if she were leaning on a rock for support yet her          touches against his chest were as light as a feather that          danced in the wind. Her scent was intoxicating and          filled him to the brim as the corners of his lips curled          upward into a soft and content smile. The sound of          her breathing was only nulled by the sound the crickets          around them. The night was calm with only a light          breeze but the sky was abright with starlight.

“Tell me about the stars.”

          Her voice was as soft as the breeze that caressed their          skin and if he hadn’t been paying attention, he would          have never heard her and he smiled. Bellamy had          always loved the stars. Ever since he was a child and          he stole a book from the library on Astronomy and star          patterns. He could look up and practically point out every          constellation without trouble.

“What they are or how they’re  made?”

          Was he meaning to be technical? No, he had just come          accustomed to a certain way of answering things. Not knowing          what someone wanted from him when he couldn’t see          their face or read their body language and Clarke was like          one of the mystery books he loved to read growing up          and sharing with Octavia at night. She merely smirked, he          was only able to tell by the feeling of her cheek lifting against          him as she playfully punched his chest, causing his smile          to grow larger.

“Each star is like a lantern of light floating through thenight sky. They’re each special with their own namesand galaxies inside of them. Yet, they let their light shinebright to use accompanied by the moon.”

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An AU where everyone has a mark on their chest that glows brightly when they meet their soul mate. Send me “Glow” to see my muse’s reaction when meeting your muse and both their marks begin to glow.Status: Accepting.

          Ground. It was the first thing his feet touched.          The sounds of the earth moving beneath his feet          was a such a foreign sound to his keen ears, yet,          he was unable to get over it. He yearned for it,          wanted the leaves to crunch and branches to break          under his soles and when he found a clearing,          it was the first time the pure rays of sunlight touched          his skin. It’s feeling was warm and inviting, like a hug          on a bad day. The breeze of the air around him was          calming, a soothing feeling and hazelnut gaze took          in his surroundings before glancing at the mark          that showed visible on his right forearm. There          had never been a change to it, the same dull          blackness until now. It’s color was more vibrant          almost as if it was glowing but he blamed the beaming          sun from the crystal blue sky above and he continued          his walk.

          He heard her before he saw her, hand quick to pull          the hand gun from the waistband of his jeans, aiming          it the direction he saw her emerge from, her blonde          curly hair dancing in the light breeze that surrounded          her. Her eyes showed a color of confusion and a sense          of lostness was of her movements, yet, as he raised the          gun, the glowing of his mark continued, it was slow and          dull at first but as she came further into view it brightened,          almost as much as the now burning sun above him and he          knew. In that moment he k n e w she was meant for him          and a small smirk crossed his lips.

“Well Princess, looks like we’re meant for each other.”