#hedefends

(   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   i’ve  been  staring  at  this  text  message  for  the  past  five  minutes  and  i  still  am  not  sure  whether  to  be  amused  or  horrified (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   are  you  drunk ? (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   high ? (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   both ? 

        ❝   𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄?   ❞    𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒.     feet halt suddenly within the space of her bedroom , the one room that held the saga of her life to which he’d missed ,  as hand comes to grasp the chair half ajar from the small desk with a lamp on it━it’s as if the question had knocked the air from her lungs  &&  it had , those feelings she’d tried to hard to stow away  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 && suddenly ,  once more ,  she feels as if she might break into tears at the mere mention !    (  she’s past this ,  isn’t she?   it’s been so long ,  but perhaps   she’d never gotten over    it like the facade she’s placed in front of all the hurt , the trauma.   )     ;      booted feet come to turn ‘round on heels ,  shoulders brought forward in the slightest while she   𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬   to meet his gaze  :    ❝   i  assume no one-no one told you. ❞    it’s a statement ‘cause she knows.    ❝   clarke she-  my mom . .  ❞   eveline can’t finish ,  chest heavy with that same crushing sad feeling as hand comes to fiddle && play with the watch on her wrist━it’s jake griffin’s watch.  tears instantly rise in those blue eyes ,  the only trace of clarke in her physical form ,   before they can force themselves upward.     ❝   she’s dead.  she-she has been for a long time.  ❞   the feelings gets worse && so do the tears.    / @hedefends​   semi-plotted starter !

(   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   plexase ? (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   i  wfas  supposed  to  ride  with  raven  but  di  bhave  no  idea  where  she  went  and  you  know  i  don't  really  trust  uber  drivers  this  late  at  nxight  

        𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑  && clarke feels like she’s going stir crazy !    there’s so much to be done , so much that needs to be arranged && here she is, left to her own devices eighty percent of the time looking over constructions plans for arkadia to see if it’ll even withstand a ever looming approach of praimfaya for the   𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳   time.     ;       hand takes a pass through long blonde locks,  aching back comes to rest against couch as the papers in her hand are set to her right at the feeling of a little foot kick her in the back.   brows furrow at the sting of pain,  hands placing on either side of swollen belly as words of protest comes afterward :     ❝   you listen here,  ❞    she talks to her unborn child more than one might think,    ❝   i’m very busy today ,  &&  mommy can’t do much work if you keep kicking me in the ribs , or the back , or the front.  no more excessive kicking. ❞    as if the grown baby , as she’s now hit the ninth month mark with her mother saying she could go in labor   𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞    ,  would understand what their mother was griping about.    the sound of approaching steps draw clarke’s attention , head turns to see bellamy :     ❝  bellamy━hey.  ❞  clarke smiles at him.     / @hedefends​  gets a pregnant clarke for our gv as promised !

(   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   i  don’t (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   but  we  still  have  an  assignment  to  work  on  and  i’d  like  to  get  a  good  grade  on  it  so ... (   𝒔𝒎𝒔   »   𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒚   )   :   meet  me  at  the  library  in  20 ?