[ bellamy has never had a problem speaking of aurora when it comes to octavia or beating himself up. in most circumstances, he speaks of her because that's all he does — trying to instil confidence in octavia to believe in herself, and to tear himself down. he thinks about mom a lot; from the day he'd chosen to shoot chancellor jaha to yesterday, aurora blake is a person who he's never forgotten, even though he wonders if she's become a memory to him he's begun to warp in his own head. ]
[ lifting his gaze up at her, bellamy's expression isn't as open as it once was. lips slightly parted, he looks as though he's a kid again. uncertain, if a little afraid — aurora is simply someone he just doesn't speak of. he doesn't let himself; he's the reason she's not here. ]
[ he thinks to comment on her parents' names sounding more like greek mythological gods to him, strange and unique in their own syllables, but he knows elsa better by now. she won't let him stray from this, even if he so much as asks her to. ]
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[ lifting his gaze up at her, bellamy's expression isn't as open as it once was. lips slightly parted, he looks as though he's a kid again. uncertain, if a little afraid — aurora is simply someone he just doesn't speak of. he doesn't let himself; he's the reason she's not here. ]
[ he thinks to comment on her parents' names sounding more like greek mythological gods to him, strange and unique in their own syllables, but he knows elsa better by now. she won't let him stray from this, even if he so much as asks her to. ]
[ his gaze becomes unfocused for a moment. ]
Aurora.