wait what.

bellarke AU | Clarke as Captain America and Bellamy as the Winter Soldier

insp.

FALLEN- a mix for ancient gods lying in wait, for fallen angels with shattered halos, and for demons lurking in the dark.

i. time - hans zimmer / ii. i am a god - kanye west / iii. gods and monsters - lana del rey / iv. take me to church - hozier / v. demon host - timber timbre / vi. everybody wants to rule the world - lorde / vii. alibi - banks / viii. seven devils - florence + the machine / ix. when i’m small - phantogram / x. female robbery - the neighbourhood / xi. two weeks - fka twigs / xii. biting down - lorde

Top photo: “Edle, Anne and Fredrik were the last generation growing up in Hermannsdalen. From November until April the family lived completely isolated. When Edle was eight years old, her grandfather took her and her sister Anne to the top of the mountain. From there, they could look down on their neighbours in the Village Vinstead. She had never seen other houses before.”

“Around 1950, families in small and remote fishing villages in Lofoten, Northern Norway, were offered a lump sum from the Government to leave their homes and relocate to more central places. They also committed never to return and resettle.”

“Neighbors and friends through generations packed everything they owned and left their homes and each other. Villages were totally abandoned within months. Due to shortage of building materials, they dismantled their houses and brought their homes with them as well, leaving only foundations. The traditional self-sufficient ways of life were lost, and a part of the coastal culture with it.

Today, 60 years later, nature has reclaimed the areas. Looking closer however, signs of lived lives still remain; stone fences and foundations still stand, surrounded by hidden paths and traces of gardens with herbs and flowers.“

*cries into the abyss* Okay.

There are things that the Ark never taught them. 

Like, you will still be picking stardust from your hair one year after you fell from the sky. 

Like, there will be times you will forget that you too were not carved from metal.

Like, there are innumerable ways to say “I love you.” 

No room for it - all that blood and steel.

Bellamy lets out a ragged breath and bends into Clarke like gravity’s given him no choice. He touches the strand of hair by her face - the stray piece that used to irritate, then enrapture him.

This moment only knows his dreams.