cuddly sabertooth @dyefirst

❝  what’s with the  ‘ we’re all going to die ‘  face? ❞

@dyefirst

           emptiness never really sank in,    the reality that wells was gone.      they couldn’t recover a body,   but with no body,   there was no sign of him.   he had completely vanished  and the only part she had left of her best friend was two of his fingers and the absent feeling of his arms around her in a forgiving embrace.    tears stain her cheeks,    the dark night encasing her from those she shared the small camp with.    she’d never felt so alone,    and in the dead of night,   she felt her demons tug at her as tears make cheeks red raw.     commotion catches attention,    dirtied fingers coming up to wipe hot tears from cheeks before moving to the drop ship,   following the shadows of bodies calling for help.    blood marks their trail,   causing brow to crease.    ducking into darkness,    features of the oter face causes breath to escape from her,    mind t run blank as she stares at the body,   crumpled upon the floor   -  bruised,   bloodied   and  seemingly sweating.

                                           “    wells   ?     “

octavia trusted him which meant that she could not.  there’s a mission to focus on: one that will take her away from part of the family and the few people that they love and trust, with the hope to save all of them.  there was no way to stay here with octavia without doing her bidding.  echo refused to sentence bellamy to the same fate as them.  this was the best they could do.  but they could do it without the hovering.  azgeda had made her do things for years that would have made anyone’s stomach turn at the mere thought of it.

“  what,  you couldn’t find anything better to do?  ”  raven doesn’t expect company when she’s working,  not with the excitement on the outside       constant crisis seemed to be keeping everyone else busy.  busy and leaving her to suffer by herself.  she glances over her shoulder at him,  teeth grit tight beneath her lips as she bites back the constant thrum of her chronic pain.  

she sighs and shrugs,  more at her own self than at her new company,  and clears her throat.  “  well,  i’ve got a whole lot of nothing going on in here.  ”  that was a lie,  there was constant work with how often everything seemed to go wrong.  “  sorry if you had your hopes up.  ”

i’ve watched like one ep but when i did i instantly thought wells that’s how ingrained into my soul this boy is