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[to_survive]

Today's workout had been a tough one, but Bellamy's starting to enjoy it, especially with Sassy's classes moving just beyond comfortable. He has quite a few tender spots on his outer thighs forming, and a bruise on his arm Clarke will probably fuss over, but he feels good. It's something to do, a way to feel like the life he'd known before Darrow isn't completely slipping away.

And if, for whatever reason, they find themselves back in their world, he won't be completely useless.

The weather is comfortable, cool in the shade and warm in the sun, much more preferable to the winter they finally seem to be coming out of. With his gym bag slung over one shoulder and hair still damp with sweat, Bellamy enjoys the moment as he waits outside the gym doors. He considers going over to Raven's later to check up on her and wonders about dinner with Clarke, all things that have become oddly normal and even domestic.

If only Octavia could be here to share it with him.

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[priordivergence]

It's another day where I don't want to leave the gym. On days like this, it's because I feel the most like myself when I'm twenty, thirty feet above the ground and my world crystalizes down into a goal, into the mask of surviving and staying safe. The world and all of its other difficulties are far away from me until I jump, swing, tumble my way back to earth.

When I fall into the mats, I notice the clock above me and realize that my shift is almost over and Bellamy is expecting me. Sitting up, I look across the gym and see him through the glass doors.

[someones_monster]

Matthias takes a little longer with his workout than Bellamy, mostly because he's sort of obsessed with both the bicycle machine and the showers. So when he leaves, it's in a clean shirt, his short hair damp, holding an already half-eaten banana.

"Sorry about that," he says to Bellamy with an apologetic smile, shifting his gym bag over his shoulder. "Want to get lunch on the way back?"