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you can ring my bell, ring my bell. ([personal profile] dominance) wrote 2016-02-16 01:10 pm (UTC)

[ he's quick to wonder if that had been a mistake, if he had been reading her pulling away from him wrong. if he's honest, he's felt compelled to do it, but has chosen to let his legs guide him and run far from her and himself. he'd been telling the truth when he hadn't wanted to mess them up — and it's still true, now. even though he suspects if she's to ask him why his answer won't be please her. ]

[ all it's been is a sign of him slowly becoming comfortable. and he can't help but look at her with his eyes slightly wide, his heart beginning to swell and even beat with panic. even with the best of intentions, he's always screwed things up. from the unity day dance to moments on the ark and definitely many on the ground, bellamy has always bitten back any instinct of his own when he can't predict its outcome. ]

[ he watches her, remaining as slumped as he is. he doesn't move. already suspecting he's unsettled the balance between them, he doesn't want to shift himself against the couch or make up a reason to leave it. chion has always been a good reason, never quite a fluffed up excuse, but the snowball seems content with tossing ice cubes at the window as always. ]

[ his brows furrow at her words, and bellamy wishes he could move his legs to run. but he stays where he is, looking at her, and wondering while also understanding what it is she's talking about. his voice is soft with his own worry, ]
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