[ resting his arms on his legs, bellamy remains hunched over instead of relaxing into the cushions or even letting them swallow him whole. ]
[ he inhales deeply to only release it, finding that it doesn't alleviate him of the tension coiling itself around his bones. she may sit beside him, the couch dipping under her weight, but he doesn't look at her, not even from the corner of his eye. ]
I don't know what to think. [ and that's the part he doesn't like, not knowing. if it hadn't been for maya knowing her way through mount weather, he'd have been too lost to locate jasper and get their own plan in action. he knows he's the one with the plans, the leader, the one who is meant to know what to do, but bellamy finds himself at a loss in eudio. he's taken a beating from mount weather, from kane, from clarke herself, and his own confidence in his leadership is in the tatters it had been in when they'd lost finn and clarke before the first batch of grounders were toasted. ]
[ he doesn't look at her head on, but turns his head slightly, focusing on her legs instead. he doesn't want to see her face, any of the potential pity that may pinch her features. he wants to go back to joking, too. but he sounds like he's had rope wrapped around his throat, and maybe he has. ] I just know I don't want to make the mistake they did. Blindly trusting people because they're nice to you almost got us all killed.
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[ he inhales deeply to only release it, finding that it doesn't alleviate him of the tension coiling itself around his bones. she may sit beside him, the couch dipping under her weight, but he doesn't look at her, not even from the corner of his eye. ]
I don't know what to think. [ and that's the part he doesn't like, not knowing. if it hadn't been for maya knowing her way through mount weather, he'd have been too lost to locate jasper and get their own plan in action. he knows he's the one with the plans, the leader, the one who is meant to know what to do, but bellamy finds himself at a loss in eudio. he's taken a beating from mount weather, from kane, from clarke herself, and his own confidence in his leadership is in the tatters it had been in when they'd lost finn and clarke before the first batch of grounders were toasted. ]
[ he doesn't look at her head on, but turns his head slightly, focusing on her legs instead. he doesn't want to see her face, any of the potential pity that may pinch her features. he wants to go back to joking, too. but he sounds like he's had rope wrapped around his throat, and maybe he has. ] I just know I don't want to make the mistake they did. Blindly trusting people because they're nice to you almost got us all killed.