Bellamy Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
to_survive) wrote2016-05-28 05:22 pm
to_survive) wrote2016-05-28 05:22 pm
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[For Clarke & Raven]
It's been a change having Raven around, but a good one. There are moments with her that brings life on the ground rushing back, the good and the bad, but Bellamy accepts it all. He can't say that life was always good, but they tried their best and he wants to remember the little, good things more than the bigger memories that haunt him at night.
Raven, also, breaks up the routines he and Clarke have built up without realizing it. He gets food for three more often than not now, adds some of their older favorites to his search for weird and crazy food for Raven to try out.
Octavia's presence (or lack of it) is a black hole at his side, but Bellamy finds he can ignore it a bit more easily when the three of them are together as they were the night before, simply hanging out until late in the night. And then it's Clarke by his side in their bed and the world falls away.
Until the morning, when the few too many beers he had makes him regret everything.
He shuffles into the kitchen quietly, mindful of Raven still asleep on their couch and Clarke in bed. He tries to keep the noise down as he cooks the most basic of things he's learned -- eggs, bacon, some toast. A small breakfast, but it smells good and will soon be helping with his hangover, which is all Bellamy really cares about at the moment.
Raven, also, breaks up the routines he and Clarke have built up without realizing it. He gets food for three more often than not now, adds some of their older favorites to his search for weird and crazy food for Raven to try out.
Octavia's presence (or lack of it) is a black hole at his side, but Bellamy finds he can ignore it a bit more easily when the three of them are together as they were the night before, simply hanging out until late in the night. And then it's Clarke by his side in their bed and the world falls away.
Until the morning, when the few too many beers he had makes him regret everything.
He shuffles into the kitchen quietly, mindful of Raven still asleep on their couch and Clarke in bed. He tries to keep the noise down as he cooks the most basic of things he's learned -- eggs, bacon, some toast. A small breakfast, but it smells good and will soon be helping with his hangover, which is all Bellamy really cares about at the moment.
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She places the mugs back down on the counter heavily and makes a beeline for the bathroom, dragging her leg faster than it can keep up. Once she's in front of a mirror, Raven turns, craning her neck around so that she can see, knowing she'll regret it even as she does.
For a moment she almost laughs at the absurdity of it, but then the meaning falls heavy in her stomach. OPPENHEIMER, it says, and Raven sees the dropship explosion flash before her eyes, sees the burned bodies of hundreds of Grounders, her friends mingled among them. She sees the explosion on the bridge, of the turbines in Mount Weather. Raven can make a bomb about of almost anything she touches, and on the Ground it had been easy to pretend like it was necessary. It was them or us, she tells herself, but the name is staring her in the face like a sick joke.
"I am become death," she says to the mirror, the words sticking in her throat.
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"What does it say?" he asks. If Raven's word is anything to go by, he has some idea of what it will say, but he wants to hear it.
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Worry creases her forehead, heartbreak plain on her face as she reaches out to touch the writing on Bellamy's back. "Murderer." Clarke's voice is soft, almost gentle as she breaks it to him.
It isn't fair that two of her favorite people should be called out like that. Pulling her hair over her shoulder she turns her back to Bellamy. "Do I..." she pauses, strengthening her voice. "Do I have anything?"