[ maybe it's because of o, always feeling slightly inferior to who he supposedly had as friends on the ark and even on the ground, that he's able to really detect what she's saying. it may not even be because of his sister thinking he has other people he'd rather spend time with that he can hear what she doesn't say. ]
Neither of them have three heads. [ he looks to nike with a smile he can't help but allow to curve his mouth. ] If I can't have a dog with three heads, I think I need three dogs.
[ he looks at raven briefly, then returns his gaze to nike who looks around. ]
[That, apparently, helps. She snorts, and looks back up at her stars.]
Three dogs? That's a lot of chewed up furniture. [But also a lot of wet noses nudging at your chin and being adorable and cute, and probably cuddling you at night.]
You should get a cat. [ he reaches over to brush the back of his hand lightly against nike's head. she turns to look for the source of the touch, before she settles, licking at her paws. even though bellamy thinks himself more of a dog person, since he has two, cerberus and nike, he figures someone needs to acquire themselves a cat. given he's learned cats and dogs go as well together as oil and water, he figures maybe raven should be the one to take on an animal less rowdy than nike. ]
[ then again, he'd once thought they were water and oil. he's beginning to learn to not believe everything he reads and hears when it comes to this earth. ]
Hades had a dog with three heads. I don't know if Chion counts as the third, but I figure Cerberus may need some help. [ he watches nike as she tilts her head to clean her paw, engaged in her little task at hand. his gaze flitters to raven as he lifts a shoulder. ] Bastet never comes over and sees him.
[She laughs a little, imagining a small kitten like Lady Di, who'll sleep on her cleavage and purr and purr. Sure, her, get a cat. Cats are too curious and she has a lot of dangerous material at home.]
It's dangerous enough when you poke your nose into my projects, I imagine a pet would have catastrophic results. [Imagine it, explosions caused by cats.
But then, she thinks about what he's just said, looks through the lines of his nerdy stories, and looks back at him. Gaze held.] Does he want Bastet to visit?
[ does cerberus want bastet to visit? he's a stuffed animal. he remembers how raven had looked at him funny when he was playing with it like it was a dog that actually had feelings. but he isn't so oblivious to not know what it is she's saying. he hadn't meant to insert any message for her to read between the lines when he had initially said it, but he figures he had done so on purpose, anyway. ]
[ he turns to look up at the stars, seeing only dots that had once been close enough for him to reach out and touch. he's no longer wowed by them, not as he'd been as a kid. he shrugs his shoulder to play it down, ] Yeah.
[ it's awkward for him to even display any vulnerability, let alone expressing anything that he wants. he has gone above and beyond to ensure o gets what she wants and what she deserves, but when it comes to him, he locks his wrists together to prevent himself from reaching forward. ] They're friends, right? [ he's hesitant to call himself and clarke friends, even though he suspects that's what they are, despite everything. he looks at her from the corner of his eye, his tone casual, ] Friends visit and help the other clean up after a snowgie.
[Yeah, they're friends. (Izzy asked her, and Jem's asked her, and she keeps saying that's what they are. But it's new, given that they were so at odds when they first met, given everything they've been through. It's weird to have one friend who hasn't betrayed her in some way. Even Finn hadn't been clean of fault there.)
[ bellamy can't help but laugh, even if it's soft and doesn't last long. it's what he'd said to elsa, unsure of what the hell she was talking about when it came to the things that she could create. he still doesn't understand it. the snowgie refuses to talk to him, it refuses to listen to him, and it only riles nike into being a little spitfire who ends up locked in his bathroom for bad behaviour. ]
A snowball that's kind of alive. [ he looks to nike, who sniffs her paw, clueless to what they're even talking about. ] He's been destroying everything I own. Rips my books, unmakes my bed, tries to smash my television. [ he sighs; thinking about chion even exhausts him. ]
[ bellamy lifts himself, supporting his weight on his arms that rest behind him. looking at her incredulously, he can't help but smile. ] Did you not hear me when I said it's a pain in my ass?
[ chion had been a gift, meant to keep him company in the wake of o leaving. he still does, even if he's more of a menace than a kind companion. the sentiment behind him means more to bellamy than returning the annoying snowball back to its owner. he can handle a broken television, ripped books, and even his apartment going up in flames if the snowgie's meant to be a way of keeping him from being swallowed up by his loneliness. ]
[ it shouldn't surprise him raven wants to meet the creature that's been distracting him from feeling as melancholic as he should've been when octavia had originally left. he shakes his head, hanging his head back as he looks at the stars, before he gazes back at her. ] If you want to meet Chion, you can. It's not like he's really going anywhere.
Sure. I love meeting pains in your ass. We bond. [She nudges his leg with her right foot, and looks down on the current pain in his ass she's bonding with. The one she'll give some pets and ear scratches because she's adorable and keeping her chest warm.]
[ bellamy rolls his eyes. instead of returning to his back, he leans over on one arm, curling his other hand into a fist, save for his index, and tries to brush nike's tail lightly. he watches her, waiting for her to react, but she doesn't until he pokes her. she peers over her shoulder at her tail, shifting where she is, before he walks his fingers up her spine to scratch her hard behind the ear. ]
[ he doesn't look at raven as he focuses on nike, smiling when she tilts her head when he scratches beneath her chin. ] I'm starting to think you want to hang out with me for my friends. [ his friends who are not people, who stave away any loneliness he may have as all nike can do is bark and chion can crash into anything and everything. ]
[She keeps the hand she has holding Nike safely on top of her chest very still, waits to see if he'll brush his fingers against her, even on accident. He may keep playing with the dog, but he's making her oddly nervous, like she hasn't been in a long time.
Like she hasn't been around him, at least. (Come on, that's a lie. She may have taken her clothes off to break the ice, but she'd been a sack of nerves even then.)]
Well, your friends like me. [And make a nest of themselves on her body, and are soft.] And they're cuter.
[ when he pulls his hand away from nike's neck, she looks at him. though her default expression is always looking a little sad and a little cute, bellamy suspects she's annoyed at him for removing his hand. he touches her nose, feeling how moist it is, before he glides his finger up her snout and between her eyes, scratching at the top of her soft head. quietly, ] She is really cute.
[ where raven feels nervous, he's never felt more relaxed. he withdraws his hand to shift, lying diagonally across the blanket she's laid out. if he was to rest his head, it'd be right near her torso. with one arm beneath him, he extends his other to thread his fingers through nike's short fur. they fan along her back, almost spanning the entire width of her. ]
[ his fingers do brush against her own hand, nails blunt as he tries to scratch all of nike. she looks behind her, at his hand, before she yawns, facing raven again. he copies her without realising, looking to raven. he grins, wanting to tease her, ] So, you think I am cute. Good to know. I'll put that on my Cuddlr profile.
[Yeah, really cute. And then he keeps going, and he's very attentive in the way he plays with his dog, with Nike nearly falling asleep on top of her, those tiny Disney princess eyes closing slowly. I can sympathize, girl.
But his tease wakes Raven right out of her reverie, and maybe she flusters a little.]
You just hear what you wanna hear, don't you? So -- do you want to hear that I think you're cute? [She can play the game of teasing him back much better than she can sit still and wait for him to touch her like he touches Nike. So.] Is that it?
[ he shrugs a shoulder, keeping his gaze on nike as he watches her drop her head against raven. he doesn't think to argue the assumption he hears what he wants. he knows he does — he hears the bad all the time, barely listening when someone has something good to say about him. but he doesn't let that weigh him down as he treads blindly, thinking, maybe, this is a good path to walk along. it's easy and it requires no thinking, even if teasing raven is just a little new. she's always been teasing him with a boom to try and scare him. ]
Do you? [ nike's entire body begins to shift until she's lying on her side, tail moving slowly as he scratches her stomach. he watches her move one of her back legs, but, otherwise, she remains on her side, loving the attention. ]
[ his fingers glide down nike's front leg to press his thumb against her paw. if bellamy's about to step on a landmine, he doesn't notice. that's the downside to being around raven, he gets too comfortable that he doesn't exactly peer down and watch where he steps, forgetting to take note of any upturned earth or uproots ready to trip him. ]
[Sure, make the dog wiggle on her stomach, that's not ticklish at all. She doesn't hold her breath so as to not laugh, not her. She holds her breath for other reasons.
By the time she's noticed it, she has stared at the shadows across his face, and the freckles he has, and his long lashes, and still hasn't exhaled.]
No. [Croaky, that's what her voice sounds like. Low and croaky. Hopefully he can't tell, isn't listening.] I think you're a lot of things, cute's not one. [And most of those things are inappropriate, and she hasn't had a friend in a while that mattered as much as Finn, so she won't fuck it up.]
Let me guess — [ his fingers brush against the fur between her two front legs, almost extending toward nike's chin. she stretches, but remains still enough for him to think she might be more interested in taking a nap and listening to raven's heartbeat than she is in exploring. sometimes nike reminds him of o when she'd been a baby, always falling asleep on mom or him. the familiarity is calming in a way. ]
[ he doesn't think much on the croak of her voice. he notices it, like he does all the small things people say and do and even omit, but it doesn't weigh anything to him. it's either a purposeful decision of his own or he's as oblivious as he's become known in eudio when it comes to people who look at him a little too intently and think him to be anything but the dick he knows himself to be. ]
[ he finishes, though, after a moment of forgetting he's even talking as he watches nike. he exhales, as if admitting defeat before he even begins this battle. ] You think I'm an ass.
[ he leans on his arm, teetering on the edge of toppling over if he so chooses to lose his balance. he tries to stretch to see if nike's asleep. her eyes are closed and her breathing, if he watches her chest, is pretty even. he presses his lips together to pretend he's disappointed, righting himself again so he's lying properly on his stomach. ]
[ he retracts his arm from his dog to fold it underneath him. his gaze doesn't move from nike. he shakes his head, speaking softly: ] Raven Reyes thinks I'm nice and you're asleep.
[ he sighs before he lets himself roll, falling onto his back as his head rests near her shoulder. he's pretty sure he's properly misconstrued her own meaning, if her waggling her eyebrows is anything to go by. but bellamy likes being exasperating, especially to raven. dragging a hand over his face, he folds only one beneath his head out of habit. ] Pretty sure that's better than what I already have.
[Oh, the dog's asleep. And the city is quiet down below, and if she listens closely maybe she hears the crickets in the grass, behind the sound of her heartbeat.
She whispers,] I said nice ass, I didn't call you nice. [Because she wouldn't want to wake the wriggly dog.
And it's easy to just stare up at the stars, on purpose, until she calms the fuck down. It's pathetic, she's slept with him, she shouldn't be getting a tight throat from him having his head near her shoulder.]
Please. [Huffy whisper now.] Just put your face on it, I'm sure that'll get you offers of...cuddles.
[ he figures nike is asleep. whenever she lies still, she's either dreaming or she's trying to play dead. he hasn't taught her the latter yet, even though he's thinking of trying before she grows any bigger. ]
[ he looks out at the city before him, focusing on nothing in particular, as he isn't so sure how to respond to her. he figures she's messing with him, being her usual self, even though he's wondering if he knows who that person is. he likes to think he does. he doesn't mind raven when she's not busy trying to figure out the best way to blow up a grounder or to keep him alive and in front of the guys inside a mountain. ]
[ he tests it now, to see if she's sleeping like the dead, as raven may lower her voice to be kind to nike, but he doesn't. after waking him up by barking at chion, he's all about payback. dryly: ] I'll be sure to put that on my profile.
[ he tilts his head up, gaze lingering briefly on nike whose paw twitches, before he arches his neck to look at raven. he thinks about not saying it, but her pushing him to cuddle — even if it isn't a push at all, especially after she'd offered herself up to make them even when he's already stated they are — makes him wonder if she thinks he's still set to leave. he figures he owes her the reassurance, even though he doesn't want to act as though he's someone so important to her she'll grow as melancholic as he had been without o in the city. he doesn't drop his voice for nike's sake. ] I'm not leaving until Octavia does. You know that, right?
[She guesses that's the topic of conversation she most dislikes: he's set to leave. Now, or two months from now, or a year from now, he's going to leave. She's going to grow addicted to the peace and the comfort of this city, to the friendships and the lack of people torturing her or hurting her, but he'll hang onto that civic duty of his and follow his sister out no matter when.
It's a horrible thing to have to think about, because of ...reasons.]
Course I know that. [Quietly, her eyes on the sky even if she's aware he's looking at her. She runs her hand gently down Nike's back.] But she's already left once. It doesn't tell me anything.
[ it doesn't tell him anything, either. if he had gone before she had come back, where would they be? he presumes he wouldn't be asked for a third time to return to the city. though they often say the third time's the charm, bellamy doubts he's as lucky. all he wants is o to be safe, but what he hadn't asked the representatives, refusing to specify it, was that he wanted her to be safe with him. ]
[ he looks away. ] Yeah. [ but bellamy knows himself better than most people think. if o was to leave again, he'd ensure he met his end of the bargain to see her safe — completely and utterly safe from the representatives pulling their strings and doing what it is they're meant to be doing to fulfil their ends. ]
I doubt she will, though. [ he may look up at the stars, but he doesn't see them. he's blinded by the hope and optimism he pulls over his eyes on purpose. he doesn't want to think o would leave him, but she's done it before, of her own accord and at his own wish she run, and he knows such a scenario where he's left without her can happen again. ] O likes it here.
[She returns her gaze up at the stars, and wonders if she should point out where Heracles is, dormant in the cosmos. Probably not, if he can't see it. She lets him mull over that thought, lets herself do the same, and keeps looking up. Then, quietly.]
You know, they're not going to kick you out if you don't wanna go. Accidentally, it might happen and they'd offer it again, but if - say you hug enough people to get your deal done... [She lifts her shoulders. Lets him figure that out, too.
She just switches the and she's holding onto Nike with, so the hand closest to his arm is free, and she can pretend she brushes the back of her fingers against his arm on accident, when she brings it down at her sides.]
If Octavia wanted to stay, and you wanted to stay with her, nobody's stop that. [Here she turns her head to glance at him.] Or I might make'em go boom.
[ bellamy can't help but smile as he repeats: ] You'd make them go boom.
[ to him, it sounds too good to be true — hug as many people he's meant to to fulfil his quota and he gets to stay with no pressure to keep on hugging on. the good things people are used to, the things people expect, are opportunities he's never been given. he wonders if he can try and attain the impossible, inspired by those who have tried to resurrect the dead, but bellamy thinks he's only going to strike lucky looking after octavia. it's all he knows — he's good at it, even when he believes otherwise. ]
Nice. [ he says it quietly. he isn't so sure if he should say thank you, even though it's on the tip of his tongue to. it seems as though it'd just make things awkward — or more awkward, as he isn't so oblivious to know he's not looking at her for a reason he's only half-deciphered. he can't help but remember how she had seemed almost deflated at the thought of him leaving, and he feels himself almost sensitive to it, not wanting to be dishonest with her when it comes to his intentions shifting. ]
[ he can't spy heracles in the sky, needing her to point him out. but he finds looking up at the sky is his lion's pelt, letting him hide away even though he's in plain sight. she can't see his expression, and that's all that matters to him right now. he sighs, ] I haven't hugged anyone.
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Neither of them have three heads. [ he looks to nike with a smile he can't help but allow to curve his mouth. ] If I can't have a dog with three heads, I think I need three dogs.
[ he looks at raven briefly, then returns his gaze to nike who looks around. ]
Besides, Nike likes him.
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Three dogs? That's a lot of chewed up furniture. [But also a lot of wet noses nudging at your chin and being adorable and cute, and probably cuddling you at night.]
Maybe I should get a pet.
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[ then again, he'd once thought they were water and oil. he's beginning to learn to not believe everything he reads and hears when it comes to this earth. ]
Hades had a dog with three heads. I don't know if Chion counts as the third, but I figure Cerberus may need some help. [ he watches nike as she tilts her head to clean her paw, engaged in her little task at hand. his gaze flitters to raven as he lifts a shoulder. ] Bastet never comes over and sees him.
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It's dangerous enough when you poke your nose into my projects, I imagine a pet would have catastrophic results. [Imagine it, explosions caused by cats.
But then, she thinks about what he's just said, looks through the lines of his nerdy stories, and looks back at him. Gaze held.] Does he want Bastet to visit?
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[ he turns to look up at the stars, seeing only dots that had once been close enough for him to reach out and touch. he's no longer wowed by them, not as he'd been as a kid. he shrugs his shoulder to play it down, ] Yeah.
[ it's awkward for him to even display any vulnerability, let alone expressing anything that he wants. he has gone above and beyond to ensure o gets what she wants and what she deserves, but when it comes to him, he locks his wrists together to prevent himself from reaching forward. ] They're friends, right? [ he's hesitant to call himself and clarke friends, even though he suspects that's what they are, despite everything. he looks at her from the corner of his eye, his tone casual, ] Friends visit and help the other clean up after a snowgie.
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Still.] What the fuck's a snowgie?
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A snowball that's kind of alive. [ he looks to nike, who sniffs her paw, clueless to what they're even talking about. ] He's been destroying everything I own. Rips my books, unmakes my bed, tries to smash my television. [ he sighs; thinking about chion even exhausts him. ]
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I showed you a dragon, and you've been hiding a living snowball from me? Betrayal, Bellamy. Betrayal.
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[ chion had been a gift, meant to keep him company in the wake of o leaving. he still does, even if he's more of a menace than a kind companion. the sentiment behind him means more to bellamy than returning the annoying snowball back to its owner. he can handle a broken television, ripped books, and even his apartment going up in flames if the snowgie's meant to be a way of keeping him from being swallowed up by his loneliness. ]
[ it shouldn't surprise him raven wants to meet the creature that's been distracting him from feeling as melancholic as he should've been when octavia had originally left. he shakes his head, hanging his head back as he looks at the stars, before he gazes back at her. ] If you want to meet Chion, you can. It's not like he's really going anywhere.
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[ he doesn't look at raven as he focuses on nike, smiling when she tilts her head when he scratches beneath her chin. ] I'm starting to think you want to hang out with me for my friends. [ his friends who are not people, who stave away any loneliness he may have as all nike can do is bark and chion can crash into anything and everything. ]
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Like she hasn't been around him, at least. (Come on, that's a lie. She may have taken her clothes off to break the ice, but she'd been a sack of nerves even then.)]
Well, your friends like me. [And make a nest of themselves on her body, and are soft.] And they're cuter.
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[ where raven feels nervous, he's never felt more relaxed. he withdraws his hand to shift, lying diagonally across the blanket she's laid out. if he was to rest his head, it'd be right near her torso. with one arm beneath him, he extends his other to thread his fingers through nike's short fur. they fan along her back, almost spanning the entire width of her. ]
[ his fingers do brush against her own hand, nails blunt as he tries to scratch all of nike. she looks behind her, at his hand, before she yawns, facing raven again. he copies her without realising, looking to raven. he grins, wanting to tease her, ] So, you think I am cute. Good to know. I'll put that on my Cuddlr profile.
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But his tease wakes Raven right out of her reverie, and maybe she flusters a little.]
You just hear what you wanna hear, don't you? So -- do you want to hear that I think you're cute? [She can play the game of teasing him back much better than she can sit still and wait for him to touch her like he touches Nike. So.] Is that it?
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Do you? [ nike's entire body begins to shift until she's lying on her side, tail moving slowly as he scratches her stomach. he watches her move one of her back legs, but, otherwise, she remains on her side, loving the attention. ]
[ his fingers glide down nike's front leg to press his thumb against her paw. if bellamy's about to step on a landmine, he doesn't notice. that's the downside to being around raven, he gets too comfortable that he doesn't exactly peer down and watch where he steps, forgetting to take note of any upturned earth or uproots ready to trip him. ]
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By the time she's noticed it, she has stared at the shadows across his face, and the freckles he has, and his long lashes, and still hasn't exhaled.]
No. [Croaky, that's what her voice sounds like. Low and croaky. Hopefully he can't tell, isn't listening.] I think you're a lot of things, cute's not one. [And most of those things are inappropriate, and she hasn't had a friend in a while that mattered as much as Finn, so she won't fuck it up.]
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[ he doesn't think much on the croak of her voice. he notices it, like he does all the small things people say and do and even omit, but it doesn't weigh anything to him. it's either a purposeful decision of his own or he's as oblivious as he's become known in eudio when it comes to people who look at him a little too intently and think him to be anything but the dick he knows himself to be. ]
[ he finishes, though, after a moment of forgetting he's even talking as he watches nike. he exhales, as if admitting defeat before he even begins this battle. ] You think I'm an ass.
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A nice ass. [That one's deliberate, complete with a waggle of her eyebrows.] Put that on your Cuddlr bio.
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[ he retracts his arm from his dog to fold it underneath him. his gaze doesn't move from nike. he shakes his head, speaking softly: ] Raven Reyes thinks I'm nice and you're asleep.
[ he sighs before he lets himself roll, falling onto his back as his head rests near her shoulder. he's pretty sure he's properly misconstrued her own meaning, if her waggling her eyebrows is anything to go by. but bellamy likes being exasperating, especially to raven. dragging a hand over his face, he folds only one beneath his head out of habit. ] Pretty sure that's better than what I already have.
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She whispers,] I said nice ass, I didn't call you nice. [Because she wouldn't want to wake the wriggly dog.
And it's easy to just stare up at the stars, on purpose, until she calms the fuck down. It's pathetic, she's slept with him, she shouldn't be getting a tight throat from him having his head near her shoulder.]
Please. [Huffy whisper now.] Just put your face on it, I'm sure that'll get you offers of...cuddles.
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[ he looks out at the city before him, focusing on nothing in particular, as he isn't so sure how to respond to her. he figures she's messing with him, being her usual self, even though he's wondering if he knows who that person is. he likes to think he does. he doesn't mind raven when she's not busy trying to figure out the best way to blow up a grounder or to keep him alive and in front of the guys inside a mountain. ]
[ he tests it now, to see if she's sleeping like the dead, as raven may lower her voice to be kind to nike, but he doesn't. after waking him up by barking at chion, he's all about payback. dryly: ] I'll be sure to put that on my profile.
[ he tilts his head up, gaze lingering briefly on nike whose paw twitches, before he arches his neck to look at raven. he thinks about not saying it, but her pushing him to cuddle — even if it isn't a push at all, especially after she'd offered herself up to make them even when he's already stated they are — makes him wonder if she thinks he's still set to leave. he figures he owes her the reassurance, even though he doesn't want to act as though he's someone so important to her she'll grow as melancholic as he had been without o in the city. he doesn't drop his voice for nike's sake. ] I'm not leaving until Octavia does. You know that, right?
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It's a horrible thing to have to think about, because of ...reasons.]
Course I know that. [Quietly, her eyes on the sky even if she's aware he's looking at her. She runs her hand gently down Nike's back.] But she's already left once. It doesn't tell me anything.
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[ he looks away. ] Yeah. [ but bellamy knows himself better than most people think. if o was to leave again, he'd ensure he met his end of the bargain to see her safe — completely and utterly safe from the representatives pulling their strings and doing what it is they're meant to be doing to fulfil their ends. ]
I doubt she will, though. [ he may look up at the stars, but he doesn't see them. he's blinded by the hope and optimism he pulls over his eyes on purpose. he doesn't want to think o would leave him, but she's done it before, of her own accord and at his own wish she run, and he knows such a scenario where he's left without her can happen again. ] O likes it here.
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You know, they're not going to kick you out if you don't wanna go. Accidentally, it might happen and they'd offer it again, but if - say you hug enough people to get your deal done... [She lifts her shoulders. Lets him figure that out, too.
She just switches the and she's holding onto Nike with, so the hand closest to his arm is free, and she can pretend she brushes the back of her fingers against his arm on accident, when she brings it down at her sides.]
If Octavia wanted to stay, and you wanted to stay with her, nobody's stop that. [Here she turns her head to glance at him.] Or I might make'em go boom.
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[ to him, it sounds too good to be true — hug as many people he's meant to to fulfil his quota and he gets to stay with no pressure to keep on hugging on. the good things people are used to, the things people expect, are opportunities he's never been given. he wonders if he can try and attain the impossible, inspired by those who have tried to resurrect the dead, but bellamy thinks he's only going to strike lucky looking after octavia. it's all he knows — he's good at it, even when he believes otherwise. ]
Nice. [ he says it quietly. he isn't so sure if he should say thank you, even though it's on the tip of his tongue to. it seems as though it'd just make things awkward — or more awkward, as he isn't so oblivious to know he's not looking at her for a reason he's only half-deciphered. he can't help but remember how she had seemed almost deflated at the thought of him leaving, and he feels himself almost sensitive to it, not wanting to be dishonest with her when it comes to his intentions shifting. ]
[ he can't spy heracles in the sky, needing her to point him out. but he finds looking up at the sky is his lion's pelt, letting him hide away even though he's in plain sight. she can't see his expression, and that's all that matters to him right now. he sighs, ] I haven't hugged anyone.
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