𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.      doesn’t fit right in her grip,      the weight heavy and awkward.      knows how to use her bow and arrow with ease,      can take the biggest adversary to their knees with a single slice of her blade.        but a gun?        she was not meant to use a gun.          ‘     bellamy,     ’       she begins,    finally tearing her gaze away from the weapon to catch his eye.          ‘      you’re sure raven doesn’t need me today?      ’    

  ‘  you’re right,   i don’t understand.    i don’t understand how after   everything   that happened,   you’re  still willing   to start a war,   and bite any hand that tries to help you.   so i’m done.    i’m   done    trying to understand it.    ‘

     @komtona​ sent    ⇢   playfully shoves. 

but she feels like she is.  this isn’t the bunker anymore;  she can’t use the horror they face each day as an excuse to fall into valerie’s arms.  she can’t rely on that as easily anymore,  because if she tries,  they might actually have to face their problems now  ----  and she’s not sure she’s ready for that.  it’s not just val,  it’s her father.  it’s something greta has never been good at:  facing her problems head on and looking for a way to actually fix them.  instead,  she finds another strategy  /  she works AROUND them,  helping no one.  ❝  i don’t know,  ❞  she mumbles,  eyes refusing to meet hers.  ❝  feels like it.  ❞   with a small breath,  head tilts up to look at her,  and she shrugs her shoulders.  ❝  things aren’t the same here as they were down there.  ❞  down there,  in the bunker.   ❝  can’t be.  so  -----   maybe i should be. ❞

they were supposed to have more time.   months left to gather evidence and build an air-tight case,    but someone had grown suspicious of murphy when he didn’t show up for a drop-off on time.    her fault,   and echo would be damned if he got hurt going undercover for her.    she’d rushed it,    gone in guns blazing,    and it nearly cost echo her life    --- yet when she wakes now,   days later and with bandages decorating her side,    she has no regrets.    he’s there,  alive,  hand in hers the most welcome feeling in the world.    bleary gaze finds his and she draws an unsteady breath,   expression inexplicably serious.     ‘   is it over?   ’  

    ↺ @komtona

      Slowly  but  surely  eyes  would  flutter  open ,  tears  that  had  been  frozen  in  time  now  taking  advantage  of  their  RELEASE  by  falling  down  cheeks.  that’s  right          she  had  nearly  forgotten :  they  were  put  to  sleep ,  awaiting  their  return  home.  yet  another  chance  at  life          &  she  had  gone  to  sleep  ALONE.  years  in  the  bunker  leaving  her  no  one  left  at  her  side ,  friendships  tarnished ,  fighting  yet  another  war  that  only  brought  more  death.  she  had  hoped  that  once  she  woke  up  that  she  would  feel  rested.  ALIVE.  but  it  only  left  her  more  tired.   ❛  miller. . . ?  ❜   honey  hues  would  squint  past  their  haze ,  being  able  to  make  out  the  familiar  figure.  hands  would  slide  against  the  mat  in  order  to  try  &  brace  herself  up  to  a  sitting  position.   ❛          why  are  YOU  here.  ❜   the  question  came  out  flat ,  blank  emotion  underneath  tear  stricken  skin.  she  had  been  forced  to  LET  GO  of  him  in  the  bunker          so  he  was  just  about  the  last  person  he’d  expect  to  be  here  now.