#spacek1ng

her face twisted, eyebrows scrunching together, mouth turned down at the corners — contemplative, but overly so, clearly putting on a show of considering the question before shaking her head. "maybe once," she admitted, relaxing her expression, "but that was so long ago. it doesn't even feel real anymore."

none of this felt real, either. it had been just her and madi for so long, trapped in the solitude of their tiny paradise. she shouldn't complain; comparatively, it could have been much worse. clarke knew that. but now suddenly everyone she loved, everyone she thought she had lost, was returned to her, and clarke was still struggling to accept she wasn't having some sort of episode or hallucination.

maybe things weren't perfect now. maybe the eligius crew were just another problem trying to derail their attempts at peace on earth. maybe octavia was going to become a problem. but it was hard not to feel some sort of relief to see murphy and emori sitting across the camp, or watch madi doggedly following echo's footsteps, fascinated by the heroes of all of clarke's stories.

shifting her gaze back to bellamy, she managed a small smile. "but things could be worse, right? at least the planet isn't about to be engulfed in flames this time."

          She’d lost so much, just since coming to the ground. Some of those faces would haunt her forever. She hadn’t done enough ( hadn’t been enough ) to save them. But, Bellamy was right, there were still things worth living for. People worth living for. If she were gone, it was one less person watching out for those that were left. She still had battles left to win. 

Everybody has been waiting for them. Hopeful parents and well-meaning strangers alike all waiting with their breaths caught in their throats for those missing kids, waiting for them to come crawling out of the mountain and back to their families.

Willow hadn't really expected to see anybody she particularly cared about - at least nobody that would remember her name after all this, she is, after all, a few years older than the rest. Most of her friends were still on the Ark when it...-- She wants to focus on happy things. Like these kids coming home. Soak in some of the joy. So it comes as a surprise when she sees somebody she recognises. Somebody she assumed was dead.

"Bellamy? Bel-- Bellamy?!" She pushes through the crowd, calling to him in near-frantic, shrill voice. It is him. It is. God. He looks sick. Willow runs to him.