[Something she hates? There's not a lot she hates. No movies she could express hatred towards. She thinks about it, looking down at their hands, threading her fingers with his again and lying down, her free arm tucked under her head, under her Cerberus pillow.]
[ bellamy lets out a long exhale. looking at her from the corner of his eye, he doesn't quite smile in great amusement anymore. ] Yeah. I hate that, too.
[ for the turmoil it'd given octavia, for the trouble it'd tossed toward mom, bellamy isn't he biggest fan of ark politics at all. there's proof in his actions, from hiding octavia and trying to protect mom to shooting jaha and removing those wristbands to sabotage the council. he hasn't forgotten what his actions have caused, consequences he has to live with each and every day. but he isn't the greatest fan of ark politics. ]
Guess I've made space for what you want me to remember. [ his brows furrow as he tries to lighten the mood, ] That I'm the best shot.
[Floating parents for trying to take care of their kids, but letting an alcoholic trade her daughter's rations for hooch for years, nearly starving her... Ark politics had been strict, and deeply flawed, and she'll always resent them. Hate them.
She grabs for the chance to make light of the mood.] Pfft, well I don't hate that part, so you'll never forget it.
[ looking up at the ceiling, bellamy smiles, shaking his head. he laughs lightly, ] No, you just forget for me. [ he looks at her, cheek pressing against the bed as his brows rise up. even though he's pretty sure raven does it to tease him, as it's no longer something that he feels press sharply into him, bellamy finds he isn't so riled up at the mention of him being a lousy shot. he doesn't have closure for it, not in the way he wants to, but he's finding he's slowly moving on from it. ]
[ he rolls onto his side again. zelo shifts, lifting his head, but rests it again as though he hadn't felt a shake underneath him. bellamy keeps his other arm far from his dog, not wanting to unsettle him when he seems to be comfortable and even content. he looks at him, ] Maybe I should move him before he takes over.
[ because a tiny dog that doesn't so much as move or even snore is going to take over a bed bigger than him. maybe bellamy's seeing the future where zelo, much bigger than he is, actually does succeed in conquering his bed. ]
[She involuntarily holds onto his fingers a little tighter, and the secret comes out in her expression first: she doesn't want him to move yet. She doesn't want him to let her go.]
No, not yet. [she's very quiet in her plea, but then again she doesn't ask for a lot of things.]
[ despite making a move to rise, bellamy stays on his side. looking to zelo, trying to hear for nike, he decides that he'll wait a little longer before he moves him from the bed and back down onto the ground. forming a habit of letting the dogs on his bed will eventually come to bite him in the ass, but bellamy can't help it — and it doesn't seem to bother raven having a golden ball of fur lying on the bed near her. ]
You know he snores? Louder than a car at times. [ zelo doesn't even shift or acknowledge he's being spoken of. bellamy looks at him, lifts his other hand to brush his fingers in his fur, but stops at the last minute to drop it. ] I'm surprised you don't hear him from your place.
[ he says it immediately, looking and sounding serious as he schools his expression and wipes the smile from his face. ] They try to sleep on me. [ which may or may not be the truth, but considering how they're always on his bed — it's the only thing that makes sense. ]
[ his thumb moves against the back of her hand. ]
Imagine that sound being so close to your ear. Maybe you'll stop liking it then.
Terrible. [Trying to sleep on him, imagine that. The wretched things. She smiles, the expression happening as soon as he strokes her hand.]
I don't know, at least you've got a warm bed. [From her experience, sleeping in the same bed as someone is great. The companionship, the comfort. She misses that.]
[ he's quick to look at her and respond with a laugh, ] That's full of fur.
[ and sometimes dirt, sometimes their toys, sometimes them. it's not a bother for him, though. he remembers waking up with some of octavia's toys poking into his back. maybe his sister had prepared him for much more than simply having someone to live for. ]
If Gruff tried to sleep on me, I think I'd die. [Probably end up crushed, no doubt. She laughs, and shakes her head. No, as much as she loves the dragon, they both have their own beds for a reason.]
[ dragons breathe fire, so, he isn't so surprised to hear that gruff would be warm to the touch. people with ice powers are cold, so a dragon should be as warm as the one that she'd introduced him to many moons ago. ]
[ he shifts his legs on the bed, feeling warm himself. ]
I'm glad he doesn't sleep on you. [ bellamy does his best to try and stifle his smile, but his voice still sounds amused, ] I'd be crushed if he did.
[ just a little — he doesn't want to give her an inch to run a mile, not when she can run circles around him now. but he finds he wants to, anyway. he thinks to take her words and throw them back at her, even though this is a hypothetical that could possibly come true if she's careless or gruff chooses to be disobedient. ]
[ he doesn't know how dragons behave, or if they're even close to dogs, but he figures that they have to be, in some way. toothless had been loyal to hiccup, listening to him, being in tune with him in a really strange way. maybe gruff will be the same. ]
[ with a smile, ] It'd suck ass if he crushed you.
[So far, Gruff and her are navigating each other, but she can tell the dragon appreciates his new digs, and her, because he's been yellow the entire time. She has that color coded warning sign to know, and though Hiccup said red meant run, she's never seen Gruff red. So that's good.
But him throwing her words back at her again stands out. She's amused.] You must think you're so cute.
[ bellamy purses his lips together, taking a moment to pretend he has to mull it over. lasting for only a second, his expression turns into one that's agreeable. it isn't like him to accept this sort of talk, let alone agree with it, but bellamy's not in a war zone. he's not on edge and he's not on the ground, hungry, annoyed, hurting. he finds he's more like the boy he'd been on the ark before everything had shattered around him. ]
[ nodding his head, despite it being awkward with his cheek pressed against the linens, he agrees with her. ] Yeah, pretty much. [ glancing to the dog, ] He'd agree if he was paying attention.
[Yeah, he thinks he's so cute. She rolls her eyes and moves her hand from under her head to reach out and ruffle up his hair, maybe a little too roughly. Like a tug back down to the ground.]
Maybe if you'll find someone who doesn't depend on you for food to confirm that.
[ sometimes he wonders if he'll ever get used to having shorter hair. it's when she ruffles his hair he remembers how it doesn't seem to feel so heavy on him anymore, doesn't block his vision as it'd threatened to do so before he'd gotten it roughly cut back home. it's a big change, one that isn't quite so significant as living in an apartment that feels bigger than the unit they'd lived in on the ark. having dogs is a bigger change than his hair ever will be, but it still sometimes makes him pause to remember he doesn't look like the same guy who had scaled down the side of a cliff and infiltrated a mountain to make good on his promise to kill them all. ]
[ bellamy smiles and shifts his head, pulling himself away from her in case she gets any other ideas. despite liking his hair played with, finding it relaxing, he pulls away to be playful. but he returns back to where he'd been resting on his pillow as he turns to look at her. ]
I'll phone a friend. [ his smile widens as his expression turns cheeky. ] One who doesn't depend on me for food. How's that?
[She gets distracted, because that's the part she doesn't go for often. The only other time she remembers going for his hair, he'd had it longer, curled on top of his head and soft to the touch, in spite of their stay on the much dirtier ground.]
It's weird, this short. [Her hand hovers stretched out in the air, and then finally she gives up and pulls it away, tucks it back safely under her head where she won't feel the need to touch him in search of familiar curls.]
[ feeling slightly self-conscious, bellamy lifts his hand to run it through his hair. it's still short. he doesn't know why he had expected it to be as thick as it'd been when he'd entered eudio. having cut some of it himself so it wasn't in his eyes so much, he had wanted a change on a whim when he'd cut it. as impulsive as the decision had been, bellamy doesn't want to analyse it. his hair is cut. it's weird and lighter, and sometimes doesn't look like him, but it feels different. ]
[ his brows crease as he feels his hair, noticing how it's all still there. dropping his hand onto his chest, he scratches at his collarbone through his shirt. ] I'm still getting used to it. [ having a mirror to look into and see himself without any cracks and shattered portions of glass is new in itself, despite being here for so long already. ]
[ he turns his head to look at her, eyebrow arched slightly as his lips quirk upward. ] Is it that bad?
[As if there's a lot he can do to make himself look unattractive, come on. She gives him that look, and then looks up at the ceiling, exhaling.] Nah. It's not.
[ he looks up at the plain ceiling. ] It'll grow back.
[ he'd been getting used to it, too. but a change is a change, even if it's one he isn't so sure if it's good yet. at the end of the day, it's still a part of him trying to run. ]
[ he shifts on his back, the movement enough to cause a wave in the sea if he was poseidon. his hand grips hers momentarily before he settles. tilting his head, he presses his cheek against his pillow to look at her with a good-humoured smile. ]
I guess you can get used to seeing more of my face.
[She tries for very dry here:] Lucky me. [Like she hasn't been looking, all this time. His position almost asks for a gentle touch, and she moves her free hand again, nearly drawing her fingertips down his nose like she's done to Zelo and Nike countless times.
Nearly, because she realizes it's ridiculous, and drops her hand on the bed between them instead.]
[ bellamy twists himself around to look out the window, waking zelo between them with how he drops onto his stomach. his foot bumps into hers before it swings away, throwing them over the bed as he looks up at the dark sky. without curtains there, he can see it clearly, the tiny dots of the stars peeking through the glass panel. ]
It's getting late. [ he glances toward zelo who stretches, uncertain if he wants to pick himself up with how he pushes himself to sit on his hind legs. his dogs can last for hours into the early morning, and while bellamy can, sometimes he can't. he doesn't know what raven's schedule has become like, either. considering she seems to function on something close to normal — and unusual — for bellamy, he figures one of them should at least stick to their routine. ]
[ resting his weight on his elbows, bellamy pokes at zelo's elbow. ]
[ glancing over at her, ] I can walk you home if you want.
[She could run back. She could run, if there were trouble, and she can more than handle herself out there alone, so she doesn't need him to take her anywhere. But she understands, her time is up, she's no longer welcomed, she should bail.
Dryly,] What, so only you get to couch crash? I get it. [With a roll of her eyes, she stretches obnoxiously, and gets up and out of his bed, rubbing the back of her neck for kinks.] I can go.
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Ark politics.
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[ for the turmoil it'd given octavia, for the trouble it'd tossed toward mom, bellamy isn't he biggest fan of ark politics at all. there's proof in his actions, from hiding octavia and trying to protect mom to shooting jaha and removing those wristbands to sabotage the council. he hasn't forgotten what his actions have caused, consequences he has to live with each and every day. but he isn't the greatest fan of ark politics. ]
Guess I've made space for what you want me to remember. [ his brows furrow as he tries to lighten the mood, ] That I'm the best shot.
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She grabs for the chance to make light of the mood.] Pfft, well I don't hate that part, so you'll never forget it.
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[ he rolls onto his side again. zelo shifts, lifting his head, but rests it again as though he hadn't felt a shake underneath him. bellamy keeps his other arm far from his dog, not wanting to unsettle him when he seems to be comfortable and even content. he looks at him, ] Maybe I should move him before he takes over.
[ because a tiny dog that doesn't so much as move or even snore is going to take over a bed bigger than him. maybe bellamy's seeing the future where zelo, much bigger than he is, actually does succeed in conquering his bed. ]
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No, not yet. [she's very quiet in her plea, but then again she doesn't ask for a lot of things.]
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You know he snores? Louder than a car at times. [ zelo doesn't even shift or acknowledge he's being spoken of. bellamy looks at him, lifts his other hand to brush his fingers in his fur, but stops at the last minute to drop it. ] I'm surprised you don't hear him from your place.
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Yeah, your life with two dogs must be so hard.
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[ he says it immediately, looking and sounding serious as he schools his expression and wipes the smile from his face. ] They try to sleep on me. [ which may or may not be the truth, but considering how they're always on his bed — it's the only thing that makes sense. ]
[ his thumb moves against the back of her hand. ]
Imagine that sound being so close to your ear. Maybe you'll stop liking it then.
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I don't know, at least you've got a warm bed. [From her experience, sleeping in the same bed as someone is great. The companionship, the comfort. She misses that.]
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[ and sometimes dirt, sometimes their toys, sometimes them. it's not a bother for him, though. he remembers waking up with some of octavia's toys poking into his back. maybe his sister had prepared him for much more than simply having someone to live for. ]
I guess yours would be scales.
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But he is really warm.
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[ dragons breathe fire, so, he isn't so surprised to hear that gruff would be warm to the touch. people with ice powers are cold, so a dragon should be as warm as the one that she'd introduced him to many moons ago. ]
[ he shifts his legs on the bed, feeling warm himself. ]
I'm glad he doesn't sleep on you. [ bellamy does his best to try and stifle his smile, but his voice still sounds amused, ] I'd be crushed if he did.
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[And then she laughs quietly, so as to not wake up the dog.]
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[ just a little — he doesn't want to give her an inch to run a mile, not when she can run circles around him now. but he finds he wants to, anyway. he thinks to take her words and throw them back at her, even though this is a hypothetical that could possibly come true if she's careless or gruff chooses to be disobedient. ]
[ he doesn't know how dragons behave, or if they're even close to dogs, but he figures that they have to be, in some way. toothless had been loyal to hiccup, listening to him, being in tune with him in a really strange way. maybe gruff will be the same. ]
[ with a smile, ] It'd suck ass if he crushed you.
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But him throwing her words back at her again stands out. She's amused.] You must think you're so cute.
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[ nodding his head, despite it being awkward with his cheek pressed against the linens, he agrees with her. ] Yeah, pretty much. [ glancing to the dog, ] He'd agree if he was paying attention.
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Maybe if you'll find someone who doesn't depend on you for food to confirm that.
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[ bellamy smiles and shifts his head, pulling himself away from her in case she gets any other ideas. despite liking his hair played with, finding it relaxing, he pulls away to be playful. but he returns back to where he'd been resting on his pillow as he turns to look at her. ]
I'll phone a friend. [ his smile widens as his expression turns cheeky. ] One who doesn't depend on me for food. How's that?
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It's weird, this short. [Her hand hovers stretched out in the air, and then finally she gives up and pulls it away, tucks it back safely under her head where she won't feel the need to touch him in search of familiar curls.]
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[ his brows crease as he feels his hair, noticing how it's all still there. dropping his hand onto his chest, he scratches at his collarbone through his shirt. ] I'm still getting used to it. [ having a mirror to look into and see himself without any cracks and shattered portions of glass is new in itself, despite being here for so long already. ]
[ he turns his head to look at her, eyebrow arched slightly as his lips quirk upward. ] Is it that bad?
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[A pause.] I'd gotten used to the mop.
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[ he'd been getting used to it, too. but a change is a change, even if it's one he isn't so sure if it's good yet. at the end of the day, it's still a part of him trying to run. ]
[ he shifts on his back, the movement enough to cause a wave in the sea if he was poseidon. his hand grips hers momentarily before he settles. tilting his head, he presses his cheek against his pillow to look at her with a good-humoured smile. ]
I guess you can get used to seeing more of my face.
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Nearly, because she realizes it's ridiculous, and drops her hand on the bed between them instead.]
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It's getting late. [ he glances toward zelo who stretches, uncertain if he wants to pick himself up with how he pushes himself to sit on his hind legs. his dogs can last for hours into the early morning, and while bellamy can, sometimes he can't. he doesn't know what raven's schedule has become like, either. considering she seems to function on something close to normal — and unusual — for bellamy, he figures one of them should at least stick to their routine. ]
[ resting his weight on his elbows, bellamy pokes at zelo's elbow. ]
[ glancing over at her, ] I can walk you home if you want.
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Dryly,] What, so only you get to couch crash? I get it. [With a roll of her eyes, she stretches obnoxiously, and gets up and out of his bed, rubbing the back of her neck for kinks.] I can go.
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