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“ you sound like scott . ” the words leave her lips quite flat , though she doesn’t mean them at any sort of insult . simply an observed statement , the girl had noticed that between the two of them , both parties spoke quite the same . when it came down to it , their undying need to support was something to look up to at best and sickening at worse . malia had a tendency to sit on the line and lack the knowledge of which way to bend when it came to this ‘ pack ’ of theirs . half the time , she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be in it .  most of the time , she wondered if she was the groups pity vote . did they feel bad for forcing this one her ? did they even care that they did ? “ i don’t know if i like that you sound like scott , but i know you’re not lying because your heart rate didn’t change ... so thanks , i guess . ”

Bellamy feels her tremble as he pulls her in, his forehead pressed to hers as his hands cradle her face. His thumb reaches to catch a tear as it slides down his cheek and he tilts her head up so he can meet her gaze. Her eyes are glassy with tears and it causes a lump to form in his throat. “I’ll be back.” He whispers though he knows he shouldn’t promise her that. Even if he did make it back he can’t be certain it will be before the death wave comes. Octavia had assured him that Allison would have a spot in the bunker; that she’d be safe. It’s the thing he clings to as he slants his mouth over hers, lips soft and gentle as they press against hers. He can feel the way her grip tightens, as though maybe she can hold him there with her by sheer force of will. Bellamy’s vision blurs when he pulls back, dropping his brow to her one last time as his hands reluctantly fall to his sides. “I’ll see you soon.” He murmurs, offering her a reassuring smile as he steps away. But as he makes his way to the ladder he knows he won’t be coming back; and as he takes his first step above ground he whispers out... “May we meet again.”

                               Hearing on what her huntress friend had just said, the blonde vampire paused. I cant be, Ali thought to herself, before turning around to face Allison. “How can I possibly be your weakness?” Ali questioned her. She got to admit that she is in somewhat denial about all of this. “Shouldn’t it be like Scott or Lydia or your father?” 

“Yes, I do tend have that effect on people all the time.” Ali drawled, shrugging her shoulders, not caring if it sounded vain or not, its the truth though.  the blonde vampire turned her head to stare at the huntress, her blue eyes stares into Allison’s brown ones. “May I ask why? Or is it to embarrassing to share?” asking with a teasing smile. 

“ i know i asked for a random compliment but it sounds like you’re trying to serenade me with that 90s song that was like big for a while ... i’m sorry but it does . ” laughter follows his words as his head dips from pure enjoyment . 

       wiping her hands on her apron, she turned to face her lover.  ❝baby. . .❞  it's all she can manage right now; reaching to take those hands in her own.  eyes searching, though she didn't need to.  if allison said it, she meant it.  there was no going around that.  ❝i want the exact same thing.❞

Plus facile à dire qu'à faire. Même pour moi je l’avoue. Mais c'est pour le bien de tous alors on prend son mal en patiente et on se focalise sur les aspects positifs. Love zot 😚 . . . . #stayathome #coronavirus #illustration #protegeons #quarantaine #dot #dessin #ville #paris médicament #vaccin #remede #coeur #Love #positif #sketchbookdrawing #soutienauxsoignants https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CWRc-IzgV/?igshid=u3nqr9dxa698

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