She turned around with a guilty expression that lightened only a slight bit when she recognized Sterling in the doorway, leaving her hand under the faucet to rinse the last of the blood from her hand. “Don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded, “It’s a scratch, not a bite, he just got nervous. I moved too fast, it’s my fault really.” She had a sometimes unfortunate affinity for the hard cases in the animal shelter, dogs and sometimes other animals that trusted no person and liked even less of them. They just needed a chance, she was convinced, a little affection, someone to show them the world wasn’t only out to harm them, and they could be great pets, especially the dogs. But sometimes she bled for her cause, and with the hard cases, blood was enough to get them euthanized.

The last thing she wanted was some poor abused animal’s death on her conscious.

          if she had thought the ark sucked, it was NOTHING in comparison to this. at least there were windows. but here she might as well be locked in a prison again. there’s FEAR in the air everywhere, tension and distrust. she is living in such close proximity to the very people who have spent so many times trying to kill her. she has a scar on her leg to prove this point. she has damaged lungs as evidence of it. she is not entirely fond of being stuck down here but to survive it was the only option and she was not given a CHOICE either.  

She listened to the phone ring and ring, so much sharper and clearer than her old phone had been, until the familiar voice picked up the other end. “Please don’t hang up, I just want to say I’m sorry.” She opened with, hoping he hadn’t already hung up on the girl that had abandoned him and the others without warning.

Send 💏 for a randomly generated kiss || Accepting 

[ 38. … because yours is running out of time ]

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Go! His voice left no room for argument, and his eyes flitted back to Monroe, who was fighting off a grounder of her own. He wasn’t going to make it back in if he went after her, and they both knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t, leave her. If Fox had a weapon she’d be right there with him, but there wasn’t time. She wasn’t skilled enough.

She took his face in her hands and pressed a lightning fast kiss to his lips. “Don’t die.” She ordered sternly before bolting back to the dropship where Clarke and the others were half panicking, half corralling who they could into the ship. 

Seven minutes in heaven || Selectively accepting 

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23 - undress the other completely

They played their parts, laughing and rolling their eyes as they were playfully pushed in the direction of the closet on the far side of the room. She danced into the room and spun around, facing him with a devious tease in her eyes. “What a drag, getting you as my partner.”

“We’ve only got seven minutes, you want to spend it talking?”

She lunged for him as he opened his arms to catch her, lips crashing together with the urgency of a couple that didn’t often get to do this. Keeping their relationship a secret was fun and secretive and all, but it wore on them both from time to time that they couldn’t let the others know, that touches had to be kept simple and friendly, nothing more. But not here. In the privacy of the closet, they were free to touch and kiss without hesitation. The last time they were alone had been… almost two weeks ago. He had school activities, she had a crowded foster house, their friend group wasn’t exactly the kind that gave you privacy.