Bellamy, trying to hide how flustered he is: You due for an eye appointment? Definitely an 11/10.

       he’s here. all this time, waiting, worrying, wondering if she’d ever see him again and finally, he’s here. she knows madi must be CONFUSED. clarke’s an adult to her ( still a weird concept. in a way she feels like she’s been an adult FOREVER, but in another... ). but when she sees bellamy, she can’t help a sigh of relief. in an instant, she wraps her arms around him, reminiscent of their REUNION at camp jaha...back when there was a camp jaha. she knows, realistically, they’ll have to talk strategy, but for now, she’s determined to REVEL in having her partner back. she doesn’t have to go it ALONE anymore.

       ❝ about time you answered my calls, ❞ she murmured, choking out a laugh, ❝ i was beginning to WORRY about you. ❞

yes good

How long had it been? How many nights had she seen the mild sense of comfort his arms brought? The feeling of wholeness he gave her? It's a sensation she hasn't felt since her last night on Earth. Of course, she got lucky. Able to compel her way into a privileged home. An ONLY child, of course, despite never having been p s h y c i a l l y born upon this floating metal rock. She draws a breath, his scent filling her nostrils and it's intoxicating. She could breathe him in and never get tired. "Suppose it's time to say goodbye for the night. Wouldn't want the guards to catch us, now would we?" Voice coos, soft and low and as smooth as VELVET. She's played this game for c e n t u r i e s and he's proven to be no different, just far more fun to PLAY it with.

Breathe draws past soft lips, eyes flutter up, gaze shifting to rest upon him through long lashes. There's a smirk that dances across soft facial features and a thin hand reaches for a pool cue, chocolate gaze never leaving him, even after drinking in his form. It had been a long, long time since she had last left Mystic Falls, traveling  the coast had been a much needed retreat after her return and there had always been something pleasent about the blood of those that spent way too much time at the beach or too much money on things that would only disappear in the end. Out here, she didn't need to relay on compulsion for the things she desired. No, they were easily convinced with her GOOD LOOKS and innocent personality. She had been around for a long time and knew how the changing game worked, but when she looked at him, she had been expecting a challenge. "So how about a few rounds of pool, handsome?" Soft vocals coo in the slightly crowded bar, a scene she's never been a stranger to. A scene she can easily make quick cash at. The corners of soft lips twist upward, a quick smirk forming even larger across toned features and hands grip the pool cue ever so slightly, tongue snakes to wet lips before she continues. "Loser buys the drinks?"

IM DEAD

  ❛ you are not a ghost. ❜

you’re gonna make him cry