dominance | ( eudio cuddlr )

[ if bellamy was the type to have a drink and spit it out when he read something that seemed unfounded, that'd happen right now. ]

You think it suits me?

I want to go back to "Not interested", but I don't want to hurt her feelings.

yes. it suits you. you're surprised by that?

i mean, you could temporarily change it back but i don't think it's that bad. [sorry bellamy. clarke is also way too biased]

[ oh my gooood, you're supposed to agree with him! ]

And why'd you swipe? Just to tell me it's changed? You're a little late on the uptake, Princess.

[normally she would agree with him but this is totally different!!

technically he isn't wrong since she did just notice it but to be fair she hasn't used cuddlr in a while]

no. maybe i was kind of bored and decided to look through cuddlr. [clarke please. that is totally not the reason]

And you were bored enough to swipe on me.

I'm touched, Clarke.

yeah, it's something like that.

just don't let it get to your head though.

Too late, Clarke Griffin swiped right on me. Guess I'm doing something right by not being boring.

So, what? You want a hug?

yeah, sure. maybe that's what it is. though you swiped right back too. [and also first!! and while she assumed he swiped right out of boredom when he saw her profile, it still happened]

that depends. are you offering?

[ in what universe would bellamy blake make this easy? ]

Are you asking?

[clarke definitely wasn't expecting it to be easy but way to turn this around on her]

i could be. it just depends on your answer.

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Ask me and find out.

okay, fine.

would you give me a hug?

[ he's tempted to respond back with "idk maybe" but it's not bellamy's style, and it's not something he'd do right now. he's pulled himself back a lot from situations he'd otherwise jump into. guilt's shackled him to the spot. his own self-hate has seen him stand still when he'd otherwise move. octavia had given him some advice recently, and he's thinking he really needs to take hold of it. ]

[ live in the moment, because he's never quite had the chance to. ]

Your place or mine?

[clarke isn't sure what she was expecting out of this. she did swipe right on his cuddlr and while it might have had a little to do with boredom, she definitely wasn't expecting that sudden turn of the conversation of asking bellamy for a hug which he seems to have agreed to] i'm at my place right now but i could head to yours, if it's easier.

I'll come over.

[ she's always over at his, and it makes him wonder if his place is just the ideal location, set in the best part of town, or if she's trying to hide from something. he wouldn't be surprised if it's the latter. clarke's already run away from something before, he doesn't put it past her to do it again. ]

[clarke realizes with his response that she has he hasn't been over too much. maybe in the beginning when he first arrived but over the last few months, she has always been over at his, maybe because it feels less empty or something along those lines] okay, i'll leave the door open so you can come in.

[ bellamy doesn't bother to respond. he makes his way over, the dogs taken care of by a neighbour, and takes his time in walking to clarke's apartment. he's waiting for her to back out, to send him a message to tell him not to bother. ]

[ unsurprisingly, she doesn't. ]

[ surprisingly to him, he doesn't text her to tell her it's off. ]

[ unlike clarke, when he's at her front door, he doesn't bother to knock. he opens it slowly, letting the sound of it be enough of an indicator he's letting himself in. ] Hey, Clarke.

[clarke was just sitting on her couch when he arrives, a sketchbook in her lap from when she was drawing before she decided to browse through cuddlr and admittedly not only did she end up surprising herself by directly asking him but she was surprised that he was heading on his way over after she did ask.

she hadn't necessarily been expecting him to agree to it so the fact he did caught her a bit off guard. he could have easily told her no or just told her he'd give her a hug later with his response but instead he chose to come over to her place.

there weren't too many people who knew where her apartment was and it wasn't often she invited people over either. bellamy was the exception to that since he returned to eudio despite how she had her initial motivations were to push him away. these days it was anything but that so the moment she hears the door open, she puts her sketchbook aside and pushes herself up from the couch.

if he were to look around her apartment, it's more or less the same as he last would have seen it. art supplies and books in various places but slight change he would be the various items she has been given by her friends that seen to be decorating her apartment as well. she smiles slightly and starts to approach him] Hey, Bellamy. So you came over to give me your answer in person then?

[ bellamy's not drawn to clarke. no, he moves toward the elephant he'd given her over a year ago. while he can't remember the details — the day had been a bit of an event itself, playing games with raven, winning a stuffed toy and being gifted one — he easily recalls the elephant. he picks it up and holds it, as if expecting it to reject him. ]

I came here to see this guy.

[ but he places the elephant on a table, uncaring if it's not where it's supposed to be. it's nice that clarke's kept it, despite it being a pretty childish gift in hindsight. he doesn't look at her as he surveys her apartment, trying to find anything that's out of place and thus new. he's momentarily distracted for only a moment before he lets himself come back into focus. he knows why he's here, and it's not necessarily for a hug. now that he's standing before her, bellamy finds himself feeling a little hesitant. ] You know I'm only stirring you, right?

[clarke finds herself smiling slightly when she sees bellamy pick up the small stuffed elephant he gave her at one of the meet and greets around the time he first arrived back. it might have been a time where clarke had wanted to keep her distance from bellamy and the others but she remembers being touched by the gesture in itself and the meaning behind it when he gave her the stuffed elephant. it's not that surprising at least from her perspective that she kept it, much like everything else he had given her including the bracelet she still wears on her wrist.

she watches as he looks around her apartment though probably trying to take note of the differences since she knows it has been a while since he has been over to hers. she looks amused at his words though when he finally speaks up] Yeah, I can see that— though that doesn't quite answer my question.

[ too bad the elephant doesn't speak. he could use it to pipe up and possibly take them on a tangent. ]

[ he lets his hand linger on the elephant, squeezing it's large ear. sometimes he thinks he should've gotten her one that makes a noise whenever it's hugged, but he has a feeling it would've lost its charm quickly. ]

[ looking to clarke, he appears a little like the arrogant shit-stirrer he was in the beginning of them landing on the ground. there's a slight upward curve to his mouth and a confidence he doesn't quite feel, but bellamy's always been talented at pretending. ]

You want a hug?

[it was almost ironic how it has been so easy for her to type out her response to him earlier but when he asks her the question in person, there's a brief moment of hesitation because she can tell from the smug look on his face he was still turning this around on her by asking her the question again.

it's not like they haven't hugged before this. it's happened plenty of times between them and probably more so in the last several months since they were both more comfortable around each other lately. it had practically become an unspoken thing between them until their most recent conversation at least. she arches her brow questioningly at his words because she already answered him before] You asked me that before— the last I checked, I already gave you your answer. [technically he didn't directly say yes but conceding asking him if he would give her a hug was close enough as far as she is concerned]

I'm just checking.

[ he gives her a shrug. baiting clarke had been fun in the beginning, although it'd been born from a slightly malicious intent than anything else. now? he's doing so as a friend. it's fun to bait clarke, because it's what friends do — they push one another, albeit gently, and he definitely likes to get under her skin when the time's right. ]

[ rather than remain standing, he helps himself and flops onto her couch, stretching out. he looks up at her, lips curved upward, ] Seeing if you'd chickened out.

[clarke just watches as he heads further inside and makes himself at home by stretching out on her couch where he might find a few of her sketchbooks nearby from when she was drawing either. it's not something she dwells too much on though because his words distract her from her line of thought and she can't help but laugh slightly] Oh yeah, sure.

What makes you think I would chicken out? [maybe she can think of a couple of reasons such as the fact this was the first time she has directly asked him or that it was through cuddlr but there was no way she was backing down now]

[ truthfully, bellamy thinks clarke's brave. capable of looking out for herself and more or less a badass, he only likes to tease her for the sake of seeing her exasperated. and a part of him wonders if she's even enjoying herself here, or if she's continuing to whip herself for some misdeed she'd done when she was ten years younger. ]

[ his brows lift as he gives her a pointed look. letting that speak for itself for a moment, her sketchbooks sit in his peripherals and catches his eye. ]

What's this? [ from where he's comfortably flopped on her couch, he pulls himself up so he can lean forward to grab one. ]

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