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@speispy​ sent: “How was I supposed to know?” / star wars verse

❝   THEY  HARNESSED  MY  RAGE,  AND  TAUGHT  ME  IT  WAS  NOBILITY.   ❞

@speispy​ said: ❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

     Bellamy doesn’t stop the small smirk that lifts the left corner of his lips. He doesn’t stop the way it makes his eyes light up in amusement at her words or the way it warms his chest to see her in such a state when she does. He takes this moment to drink her in. To reach out and let calloused fingertips rest gently upon her skin. To brush his thumb gently over her cheek, down toward her lower lip. To let his eyes drink in hers and that feeling that she gives him. The feeling of warmth. Of comfort. Of home. Because at the end of the day, he may have let his family grow, but his home will always be two people. Not a place. Not a building with a roof over his head. Not a sense of comfort. But two people who make him feel a way, differently, respectively so, that he cannot place into words. After all, Bellamy never really expected to ever quite understand what the word love had meant. “Oh yeah?’ His smirk shifts, a small grin taking hold of his features. “Wanna tell me more about those feelings you got when I hold you in my arms?”

they found peace on the ring.  he found family again on the ring.  he was terrified of losing that so easily to the ground  ----  he had hope he’d be wrong,  but that slipped away all too easily as they were thrust into war yet again as soon as they stepped feet on the ground.

❝ i didn’t want to tell anyone. ❞   he didn’t want to stop anyone from feeling their own sense of hope.  ❝  and now----   ❞   now all his worst fears have come true,  and as he sits here with one of his closest friends,  he worries that his family is feeling that ache too.  his head lifts,  eyes looking over to echo as he brings his hand over to her shoulder,  resting against it gently.  ❝  are you okay?  being back here again,  in all of this  .  .  .  how are you handling it?  ❞

She landed on her ass again and this time, when she pushed up from the ground she didn’t put herself back in front of Echo and instead violently started to unwrap her knuckles and stomp toward the cup of water to the side. “I give up!” She snapped. “I can’t do this, I’ve never been able to do this, I’m never going to be able to do this!” She wanted an excuse ( her bones had once been an excuse she’d hated, they were healed now if never the same again ) as much as she wouldn’t use one if she had it. “I can’t fight hand to hand, I’m not big enough or strong enough and no amount of practicing is going to change that.” And that was how you won, as far as she could tell. You were either big enough and strong enough to overpower your enemy, or you used guns, like the Arkers had. 

She wanted to be able to protect herself, but it seemed so impossible sometimes that she became her own worst enemy. 

    it’s  late  ,  but  not  nearly the  first  time  that  she’s  been  woken  out  of  a  sleep  by  a  knock  on  her  door  ,  someone urgently  needing  medical attention  that  couldn’t wait  till  morning. she’s  used  to  functioning  on  few  hours  of  sleep  and  she  rarely  minds.   still  she  grumbles to  herself  as  she  rolls  out  of  bed  ,  ❛      ━  coming.    ❜    she  yells  towards  the  door  ,  quickly  smoothing out  her  hair  before  pulling the  door  open.  lips  part  in  a  soundless  gasp  ,  eyes  widening  ever  so  slightly.   ❛        echo  .  .  .  what  happened ?      come  inside.     ❜