NO GODS :

𝙵𝙰𝙻 - 𝙻𝙰 - 𝙲𝚈 :       1.    all the kings have    STOLEN CROWNS ,       both with the    taste of blood    in their mouths,    listen to their fathers who lean over their cradles singing     𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈,    𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈,    𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈 .

2.     you stand knee - deep in the forest rivers and say,      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝙽𝙾   𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 ,    your voice loud,   your mouth full of the taste of    salt and iron.   but the gnarled oak trees watch you.  the gnarled oak trees  hear.    

ind.  bellamy blake from the cw’s the hundred.   as interpreted by olivia.

in relation to the first night on the ring,   there was    A  LOT   going through bellamys head.    he   hoped   that they’d make it to the ring from earth,    but he wasn’t certain that they’d get everything running and they’d have oxygen to survive.   but for whatever reason,  he still had a little bit of hope left  ──  mostly thanks to raven.   in his mind,   if he could have enough hope for them both,   maybe it’d be true.   maybe he’d believe that clarke was alive,   or that his sister was safe in the bunker.   maybe    HOPE    wasn’t a bad thing.  

he’s really not excited about anything  ──   as someone who’s sole purpose of getting on the dropship was because of his sister. . .   there’s really nothing he’s excited about in terms of being on the ring.   all of his choices have been because of her,   and so now that he’s separated from her and is really waking up and choosing to make choices based on      WHAT  HE  NEEDS    and what is the best possible outcome for the rest of them  ──   although it’s difficult to do,   he finds himself transferring his purpose from protecting his sister to protecting everyone on the ring,   including those he feels indifferent about.  (  i.e.    emori,    echo,   and murphy  )

bellamy was much more focused on what he lost,   but he was trying to be the voice of reason for everyone else and in this,   he was trying to be positive about everything :   that they’d make it back down,   that their friends were still alive,   etc.     in his mind,    if he said it enough times,   then just maybe   HE’D  BELIEVE  IT  TOO.     he finds himself repeating things in his head a lot,   like a list  ──   by reciting people and things he’s hoping for  :   like the safety of his sister,   that clarke was alive before the wave hit . . .    he’d repeat it whenever he started to feel either stressed or anxious.  (  which developed in the coming weeks of their arrival on the ring  )    he misses his sister the most,    followed by clarke,    and from there it kind of becomes more of a blur.

it’s easy to forget the feelings of pain when they’re replaced with pleasure.      she doesn’t have to think about what happened to clarke,    or about how they’re going to make it back down to the ground when she’s wrapped up in the sheets of bellamy’s bed.     falling back into   old  habits   is easy,     and she likes it that way.      a hand reaches back to unclip her bra and toss it it off to the side before she pulls away from the kiss,     letting herself fall back against the sheets.     “    your turn.    ”      an arm wraps around him,    pulling him down against her before she closes the distance between their lips once again.     

@usesboth     ♡’d  for  a  6x13  starter !

she’s  watching  over  madi’s  sleeping  form,  fingers  running  through  her  daughter’s  dark  tresses  gently,  when  there’s  a  knock  at  the  door.  frowning,  clarke  climbs  out  of  bed  as  carefully  as  possible  and  tiptoes  her  way  to  the  front  door.  it  creaks  a  little  when  it’s  opened  but  nothing  too  loud.  blue  eyes  zero  in  on  the  person  standing  on  the  other  side  and  her  heart  sinks  immediately.  “  bellamy,  ”  she  whispers,  taking  in  his  bloodshot  eyes,  disheveled  appearance  —  and  the  blood  on  his  right  hand.  slipping  out  of  the  room  and  closing  the  door  behind  her,  clarke  wastes  no  time  before  starting  to  check  his  body  for  wounds.  “  what  happened ?  ”

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲,    @usesboth. 

it’s the only way  she  lets  herself  have  him    –––    when the only light that fills the room is that of the stars that surround them,    and the hallways are quiet with the slight exception of oxygenated air being filtered through.      sometimes,   she thinks that in the dark,      he can’t see right through her     –––     that she can hide her emotions behind the shadows of their movement against one another,     behind dark tresses that hang loosely past her shoulders.      “    take off my clothes,    ”     raven breathes out against his lips,       one hand gripping his bicep while the other stakes its claim knotted into dark curls.      she kisses him in the hopes that he’ll pretend everything is okay,   too.     at least,    until it’s light again.

arms  fold  over  chest  as  she  watches  him  warily.  “  she’s  your  sister.  ”  she  presses  her  lips  into  a  thin  line,  choosing  her  words  carefully. “  i  know  there’s  a  part  of  you  that  misses  her—  that  wants  to  forgive  her.  why  don’t  you  just  listen  to  what  she  has  to  say ?  ”