[ he may not be able to see it fully, but bellamy tries to, nonetheless. if only he could make the trees move, the canopy disappear, so heracles could easily be visible to him. it's almost like the ark, with how he tried to press his nose against the glass and see around it so he could view the stars in their entirety. it's always felt trapping for him, as though he had been made to not linger on craft hovering in space but the ground itself. ]
[ he tilts his head, showing that he's listening to her. nike turns her head and stretches herself slightly, as though she wishes to try and smell his head, but she gives up within seconds of moving, resting her chin on her paw as she looks at nothing in particular. ] I don't think there are any in the stars. [ he rights himself once more, looking up at what he can and can't see. he prefers being on the ground, despite everything — nothing is blocked from him and nothing is unreachable for him any longer. ]
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[ he tilts his head, showing that he's listening to her. nike turns her head and stretches herself slightly, as though she wishes to try and smell his head, but she gives up within seconds of moving, resting her chin on her paw as she looks at nothing in particular. ] I don't think there are any in the stars. [ he rights himself once more, looking up at what he can and can't see. he prefers being on the ground, despite everything — nothing is blocked from him and nothing is unreachable for him any longer. ]