[ that's not the answer he'd been expecting. it's far from what he had predicted. ]
[ bellamy doesn't look back to the sketchbook, his gaze lingering on her before his eyes drop. she'd once told him he inspired the kids in the camp. it's a moment he's never forgotten, even if he's found it hard to believe in himself. he just never thought that group also included her. ]
You drew a lot, Clarke. [ he understands that this may be slightly uncomfortable for her, and so instead of pressing as he wants to do (but lacks the questions to even go forth), he glances down at the sketchbook before returning his gaze to her. ]
[ brow arching softly, his lips quirk upward when he teases, ] Were you feeling that inspired?
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[ bellamy doesn't look back to the sketchbook, his gaze lingering on her before his eyes drop. she'd once told him he inspired the kids in the camp. it's a moment he's never forgotten, even if he's found it hard to believe in himself. he just never thought that group also included her. ]
You drew a lot, Clarke. [ he understands that this may be slightly uncomfortable for her, and so instead of pressing as he wants to do (but lacks the questions to even go forth), he glances down at the sketchbook before returning his gaze to her. ]
[ brow arching softly, his lips quirk upward when he teases, ] Were you feeling that inspired?