[ he hadn't been raised to be a secret keeper, let alone a big brother to a girl who had been told her entire existence could never be celebrated. he knows mom had never planned for octavia, but they'd shifted around her. he'd come into his own with his little sister to focus on, and while mom had made sure to drill into his head that she was his to take care of in the wake of something happening to her, bellamy, on some level, knows that he helped raise octavia for a good portion of his life. ]
[ but octavia is octavia, and he's never been one to take credit for anything that's good. it's touching to think raven believes that — that he's capable of some good, even if it's just her believing he's a good influence on octavia. a part of him knows she had to have had faith in him, possibly as a keeper of her own secret, as confessing to illegal activity on the ark may not harm them now when it comes to the council, but it still has the ability to damage people and those around them. ]
[ with her fingers brushing against his, he doesn't stay still beneath her touch. whether out of impulse or a choice of his own, bellamy both thinks and doesn't think about how it may or may not have been his conscious decision to hook his fingers around hers. the dog doesn't even seem to notice, perhaps remaining as calm as she had observed him to be. ]
She had Mom. It wasn't just her and me. [ and though it's almost arrogant to think it, he knows she knows the story of aurora blake. it's one he thinks the council told the people of the ark to dissuade them from breaking the rules. it's a story of how it'll always come to bite you in the ass — or your eldest will simply let you down. it's easier to brush it aside, because it doesn't quite fit how he sees himself. ]
[ shifting his hips on the bed, he glances up at her and cracks a smile, ] But I'll make sure to tell her you said that.
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[ but octavia is octavia, and he's never been one to take credit for anything that's good. it's touching to think raven believes that — that he's capable of some good, even if it's just her believing he's a good influence on octavia. a part of him knows she had to have had faith in him, possibly as a keeper of her own secret, as confessing to illegal activity on the ark may not harm them now when it comes to the council, but it still has the ability to damage people and those around them. ]
[ with her fingers brushing against his, he doesn't stay still beneath her touch. whether out of impulse or a choice of his own, bellamy both thinks and doesn't think about how it may or may not have been his conscious decision to hook his fingers around hers. the dog doesn't even seem to notice, perhaps remaining as calm as she had observed him to be. ]
She had Mom. It wasn't just her and me. [ and though it's almost arrogant to think it, he knows she knows the story of aurora blake. it's one he thinks the council told the people of the ark to dissuade them from breaking the rules. it's a story of how it'll always come to bite you in the ass — or your eldest will simply let you down. it's easier to brush it aside, because it doesn't quite fit how he sees himself. ]
[ shifting his hips on the bed, he glances up at her and cracks a smile, ] But I'll make sure to tell her you said that.