[ it's a combination of a variety of factors, including her closeness to him, and the fact that he worries for her, though she has a feeling he tries not to show it as much, just as he often tries to hide how he smiles. though she has always been and will always be independent, she likes that he is concerned for her, which is unusual for someone who never wanted any help in the first place. hans's chains could not contain her. the only person to ever negate her powers was her late aunt, out of desperation to be seen and heard. she has learned from her experiences in storybrooke that anything can happen and, this time, takes his words to heart.
her gloves are off, and have been for months now. perhaps she can give him this and gain something from it as well. ]
[ for bellamy's entire life, he's lived by a schedule. it'd become more rigid when octavia had been born, cleaning the unit up before the guard came to inspect it. ensuring that he didn't linger for too long out in the corridors, making sure to never quite be seen in case it lead to suspicion, he's led his life by taking the openings of opportunities and whipping them into shape. it's what happened on the ground, in the mountain, even in the aftermath. he still has a schedule in eudio, one that he sometimes isn't aware he lives to, but he's tried to be looser, more freer. there's nothing to fear in this city, despite his hackles telling him otherwise. ]
Depends on what you want to know. This might take more than a few hours, Elsa.
[ given how dependent she might be on her powers, it might not be a reflex she can easily turn off and grow out of with a few hours of practice. he doesn't know what it's like to have powers, unable to speak on her behalf on much, if anything. but if it's as ingrained in her as how cold she feels to the touch, then he thinks he's right — they'll need more than a few hours. ]
[ bellamy's never really been the person to say something in order to lighten the mood. that's monroe and monty, sometimes o. but he feels the need to say something. ]
[ maybe it should've come after this. ]
I trust you to not turn me into an ice statue.
[ it might be a leap to imply she's worried about that, but given the mention of her gloves — it's hard not to think that's where her mind wanders. she may speak of them to make the sparring easier, her less like herself and more like him, but bellamy feels like she's mentioned them for another reason entirely. ]
Oh, is there? I'll look now. I haven't communicated much with the magic people here either. I imagine they'd know something about it, but I have kept to myself in that regard.
[ bellamy knows he takes a long time to trust people, especially with octavia. on the ground, he's learned to test people by being around them. seeing clarke and raven at their worst and at their best has secured them as two people he'd trust to take care of his sister. without a doubt, he knows he can leave eudio and octavia would be fine. he's done the same with elsa, finding that she's had many chances to use her powers on him, and hasn't. ]
[ actions have always been more powerful than words to bellamy. it's not something he necessarily advertises. still, her question confuses him. ]
Why wouldn't I? You've had a lot of chances to turn me to ice, and you haven't.
[ there aren't many people she trusts either, but she has opened her circle over the past few years, from just herself to anna, to kristoff, to emma and her family, to hook – she realizes now that she can count one more person in this group. ]
I guess I'm throwing away my plans to turn you into a snowball.
[ ha, ha. because bellamy can do that. he's come to doubt he can hurt someone as powerful as her. he couldn't even stay in the freezing water at the beach for as long as she could. the power and adrenaline he had been working off of when he'd touched down on the ground has long since abandoned him. he's come to realise his own mortality — and he doesn't like it very much. ]
I know; it's why I trust you without any fancy ice-stopping gloves. You wouldn't do it on purpose.
I suppose we will see how this afternoon goes without them.
[ anxious flurries have already begun to form around her but she tries breathing exercises in the meantime, wishing to calm down and put trust in herself, especially when there are people who still trust her. ]
I'm pretty sure you'll be fine. I might not know how to make a snowball that's alive, but I know this.
[ reassuring people. that's something bellamy's never thought he's ever had a knack for. from charlotte misconstruing him to how he messes up with o, he feels as though that might be the right thing to say. it is; if bellamy knows one thing, it's the intentions of people. ]
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her gloves are off, and have been for months now. perhaps she can give him this and gain something from it as well. ]
When?
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[ for bellamy's entire life, he's lived by a schedule. it'd become more rigid when octavia had been born, cleaning the unit up before the guard came to inspect it. ensuring that he didn't linger for too long out in the corridors, making sure to never quite be seen in case it lead to suspicion, he's led his life by taking the openings of opportunities and whipping them into shape. it's what happened on the ground, in the mountain, even in the aftermath. he still has a schedule in eudio, one that he sometimes isn't aware he lives to, but he's tried to be looser, more freer. there's nothing to fear in this city, despite his hackles telling him otherwise. ]
My day isn't planned out. I can do it whenever.
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Unless you think otherwise! I'm not certain how this works.
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[ given how dependent she might be on her powers, it might not be a reflex she can easily turn off and grow out of with a few hours of practice. he doesn't know what it's like to have powers, unable to speak on her behalf on much, if anything. but if it's as ingrained in her as how cold she feels to the touch, then he thinks he's right — they'll need more than a few hours. ]
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[ alright, a few sessions with him. that should be fine, she thinks. it isn't as if she doesn't enjoy spending time with him, anyhow. ]
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[ bellamy's never really been the person to say something in order to lighten the mood. that's monroe and monty, sometimes o. but he feels the need to say something. ]
[ maybe it should've come after this. ]
I trust you to not turn me into an ice statue.
[ it might be a leap to imply she's worried about that, but given the mention of her gloves — it's hard not to think that's where her mind wanders. she may speak of them to make the sparring easier, her less like herself and more like him, but bellamy feels like she's mentioned them for another reason entirely. ]
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[ but – hold on. ]
You do?
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[ actions have always been more powerful than words to bellamy. it's not something he necessarily advertises. still, her question confuses him. ]
Why wouldn't I? You've had a lot of chances to turn me to ice, and you haven't.
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[ there aren't many people she trusts either, but she has opened her circle over the past few years, from just herself to anna, to kristoff, to emma and her family, to hook – she realizes now that she can count one more person in this group. ]
I trust you too.
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[ ha, ha. because bellamy can do that. he's come to doubt he can hurt someone as powerful as her. he couldn't even stay in the freezing water at the beach for as long as she could. the power and adrenaline he had been working off of when he'd touched down on the ground has long since abandoned him. he's come to realise his own mortality — and he doesn't like it very much. ]
I know; it's why I trust you without any fancy ice-stopping gloves. You wouldn't do it on purpose.
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I suppose we will see how this afternoon goes without them.
[ anxious flurries have already begun to form around her but she tries breathing exercises in the meantime, wishing to calm down and put trust in herself, especially when there are people who still trust her. ]
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[ reassuring people. that's something bellamy's never thought he's ever had a knack for. from charlotte misconstruing him to how he messes up with o, he feels as though that might be the right thing to say. it is; if bellamy knows one thing, it's the intentions of people. ]
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I'll see you in an hour. I need to walk Nike; get her exhausted enough to sleep the rest of the day away.