AI GADA RAITNES IN

            brow knits as he tries to push away the thought of his mom. of his head in her death. there’s a harsh swallow as he feels the other’s hand on his shoulder, the acknowledgement that he’s also been through this pain. shakey breath is taken as the hand is removed, eyes finally finding the other and frowning. he’d only lost his mother, and maybe in theory his sister. but she was still there. hating him every step of the way, but THERE. he couldn’t imagine losing her, the only family he had left. he couldn’t imagine being the last BLAKE alive. being the only one to survive.             eyes look upwards, tears are blinked away before he nods. a definitive way to push the pain aside for the other. ❛  it… it’ll get better. one day, you’ll be able to talk about them.  ❜ he looks at him finally, brows knitting softly as he nods in encouragement. ❛  whatever happened… you shouldn’t blame yourself.  ❜ lips press into a thin line as he looks at the other, he knows the look. the feel of guilt that washes over you when you so much as utter their name. he knows how the other feels in tenfold and he wishes that no one else had to feel that way, especially about their family.

There is,  perhaps,  a connection between these two young men,  drawn from the familiarity that is in the air,  the understanding of the pain the other has felt and is,  in a way,  still feeling.  Brown eyes meet and Ilian nods in return,  fingers twisting into each other as he sits quietly for a moment.  He believes Bellamy,  hopes that he’s right.  And he knows their souls have moved on to the next life.  Meanwhile his remains in this one,  punishment perhaps,  and trying his very best to keep up what they worked so hard for.  But he saw the tears and he knows:  they will never truly leave him.  The weight will always be there,  in one way or another.  The blame,  however,  is a difficult thing.  He knows he was not himself.  But there is still a part of him that believes he should have fought harder.  He should not have let the Red Goddess corrupt him in the first place.  But history cannot be changed and here he sits now,  the moon rising on the sky as it always has and always will.  It does not stop for worries such as his.     ‹‹       Neither should you.       ››        He,  too,  doesn’t know what happened with the other.  Still he knows that blaming oneself does not bring back the dead.

               ‹‹        ilion   .  .  .        ››            GENTLE  IS  HER  DEMEANOR  .    her  posture  ,    the  hitch  in  her  voice   /   she’ll  barely  make  a  sound  as  she  crosses  the  room  ,    wild  hues  ,    akin  to  the  forest  outside  not  only  in  color  but  in  depth  ,    scan  his  person  in  its  entirety   /   though  the  destination  is  certain  in  the  end  .    it’s  the  blood  that  draws  her  gaze  .    her  crimson  curse  .            ‹‹        shopta  ?    yu  kei  ?        ››

the earth is dead  /  the earth is ripe. at times of destruction does the earth let itself be inhaled  :  IT SMELLS OF BURNING LEAVES  ;  bitter in the centre, tasteless on the borders. the ark’s destruction births a new darkness  ;  something that belongs to the dead. she should’ve never left for polis  &  now she faces the decision. the guards open the jail cell  &  she’s accompanied by kane. the guards leave  ;  only the three of them to share the same breath. it’s quiet  ;  clarke doesn’t how to start the conversation  ;  it’s not her place.  she was in polis  when it happened, but ilian sits alone in terror, the distance between paradise  &  earth.   he didn’t know.  the whole world didn’t know praimfaya was coming.

❝ do you know what you did? ❞ she finally asks. her stance is hard  :  almost accusatory, but ilian doomed humanity. he took hope  &  bound in invisible shackles   &  watched it dance in chains until it burned. she could tell him  /  she could kill him. he could tell everyone in polis  &  start a war. clarke kneels down in front of ilian, her eyes trained on his dark ones  &  searching for the line of accord  ;  for him to listen  &  absorb the weight of his choice.  ❝ you destroyed our only chance of surviving. ❞

She  carries  herself  alike  a  QUEEN,  as  though  she  were  the  commander.  But  while  he  wished  not  ever  to  harm  skaikru,  he  will  not  bow  down  to  her  either.  Do  you  know  what  you  did?    Yes.   I  destroyed  your  tech.  So  nobody  will  ever  be  hurt  by  it  again.  So  nobody  will  ever  be  forced  to  do  terrible  things  again.  Oh,  the  stories  he’s  heard,  one  more  cruel  than  the  next.  The  great  hand  of  the  Red  Goddess  controlled  them  all  like  puppets  with  the  promise  of  no  more  pain  but  left  behind  an  even  greater  abundance  of  it.  And  he  will  have  no  more  of  it.  Still,  there  is  something  in  the  girl’s  voice  that  has  him  hesitant.  He  meets  her  eyes,  his  own  narrowing  ever  so  slightly,  while  he  waits  for  her  to  continue,  waits  for  her  to  answer  her  own  question.