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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 was difficult to hear over.  yet her eyes don’t stop moving around.  she doesn’t understand any of the science or whatever other explanation there was behind all of this, but at least this time, she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t piece it together.  there’d never been anything even remotely like it on earth, no explanation for the tattoos that had suddenly appeared on octavia’s back, or that... floating thing that was apparently the anomaly stone.  she wasn’t going to leave bellamy or octavia’s side.  that’s why she was there, to keep an eye on both of them.  but now octavia was gone.  disappeared, as if she hadn’t been there in the first place.

Dmitri’s head is spinning, and he’s not sure if it’s the last echoes of temporary madness leaving him or that he’s still trying to wrap his head around everything that’s happened since they woke up; likely it’s a bit of both. Monty and Jasper: dead and leaving behind a sun. The new planet they found: wildly dangerous and already inhabited, and lives lost on both sides barely minutes after their arrival. It’s nearly more than he can take, but here in this makeshift quarantine zone they’ve all been shoved into there’s, ironically, the opportunity to finally breathe, something he doesn’t feel he’s had since he and the rest of Spacekru made it back to Earth.

As he sits trying to process things, he catches a glimpse of Clarke standing nearby, and decides it’d likely do the both of them some good to use this brief respite to finally talk and catch up. Even though they were reunited back on Earth, there hadn’t been much time for idle chit chat with the way things had been going between the valley, and the bunker, and Diyoza, and everything else keeping them moving. This is their chance, and with their luck it’s likely the last one they’ll have for a while yet even if things go smoothly. He hops out his seat and bounds over to her, soft smile on his face as he reaches for her hand to give gently tug and get her attention.

“Hey, let’s talk.”

He heads for the stairs, glad she doesn’t protest as he leads her up towards the roof of the building. When they reach the top and encounter a guard, Dmtiri mutters a small curse under his breath as he’s hoping for a little privacy.

‘You all are meant to remain inside.’

“Yea, but can’t we just stick around out here for just a little bit? Look, I’ll level with you: I could just use a moment of fresh air and, though this might sound odd, it’s actually been a while since I’ve had a chance to talk to my friend here and I’d like to take one. I promise we won’t be any trouble, and it’s not like we tried to leave the premises. It’s just the roof, so do you think we could have a little time?”

The guard mulls it over for a moment, Dmtri counts himself lucky that they managed to get someone nice as the guard nods and heads towards the door, giving them their space however briefly. Once it’s just them, Dmitri finds a seat and flops down into it as he looks over at Clarke, smile returning.

                 THALIA  &  CLARKE  AES.

EMOTIONAL STARTERS | @clrke

  The guilt still lingered in his mind, visions of Jaha’s bloodied stomach, Charlotte jumping off a cliff, the { HUNDREDS } of bodies on the arc that died because he made everyone break their cuffs. These visions didn’t just go away because he was sober. They lingered with him, day and night. PATHETIC.

         USING YOUR SISTER TO JUSTIFY YOUR CRIMES                                             YOUR CRUELTY

    I deserve it, please. Bellamy jolted awake in his tent, alone for the first time in a while. It was too much after the hallucinogenic berries the previous evening. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the boy sat up wide awake. He sat there for a long while, listening to the rustling of the trees in the wind to try to ground himself in reality. He had made mistakes. He had made mistakes and he would PAY for them.

   Finally, he made the venture outside of his tent. Sleep wouldn’t come, not tonight. Dark hues glanced around the encampment before settling on Clarke on watch for a potential attack. Digging his hands into his jacket pocket, he moved over towards her. In truth, he knew this could be a mistake. While she had been kind to him, he was still the REBEL KING that had hung someone he had considered a friend. He had { TORTURED } people. Bellamy paused for a moment halfway between his tent and the younger girl, wondering if he should turn back. No. He needed to do this.

   Taking a seat on the log next to her, he pressed his lips tightly together. In the two minutes it took him to walk over there, he should have thought of something to say. Anything. Instead, he just sat there beside her in silence for a good moment, taking in what had happened over the previous evening. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he glanced towards her.

           ❝ Thanks. For earlier, I mean. ❞

   He knew it was awkward && loaded. For Jaha, for saving me. 

generated: monty green !