Bellamy Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
to_survive) wrote2015-04-06 07:47 pm
to_survive) wrote2015-04-06 07:47 pm
[For Clarke] Founder's Day
Founder's Day sounds something like Unity Day, though Darrow's celebration is obviously miles different than any celebration people on the Ark could have put together. Bellamy doesn't quite understand most of it, but he's spent some of the day with Clarke, taking everything in.
It's almost too much at one point; the constant press of bodies, the smells, the sounds, the noise. He's never experienced anything like it, even after the few days he's had to wander Darrow. At least Clarke has been a constant presence by his side, something Bellamy has no problem with.
After sunset they find themselves in the park with a few others, though it's thankfully not so crowded as the main parade streets were. Sitting on a park bench, Bellamy eats some kind of cake that tastes way too sweet and watches what is slowly starting to seem normal. The families often catch his eye and he wishes, not for the first time, that Octavia could be with him.
"There aren't enough stars in the sky," he says to Clarke as he sits back and looks up. He knows the science behind it, knows the lights from the city obscure the night sky, but that doesn't change the fact that it feels wrong.
Just another in a long list of strange, new, wonderful, crazy things about being here.
It's almost too much at one point; the constant press of bodies, the smells, the sounds, the noise. He's never experienced anything like it, even after the few days he's had to wander Darrow. At least Clarke has been a constant presence by his side, something Bellamy has no problem with.
After sunset they find themselves in the park with a few others, though it's thankfully not so crowded as the main parade streets were. Sitting on a park bench, Bellamy eats some kind of cake that tastes way too sweet and watches what is slowly starting to seem normal. The families often catch his eye and he wishes, not for the first time, that Octavia could be with him.
"There aren't enough stars in the sky," he says to Clarke as he sits back and looks up. He knows the science behind it, knows the lights from the city obscure the night sky, but that doesn't change the fact that it feels wrong.
Just another in a long list of strange, new, wonderful, crazy things about being here.
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The show overhead is enough distraction that he lets the conversation die, content to watch the colors light up the night sky. The gunpowder scent reminds him of Raven, makes him wish the others were here to witness this. They all deserved some bit of it.
When the show finally ends, leaving bright streaks of green in Bellamy's vision, he gives Clarke's hand a squeeze. "That was...pretty damn amazing."
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If they get here her pessimism corrects, dampening the day.
Brushing it off, she nods. "It was. I wish the others could've seen it," she bites her lip. "I might paint it later. Just to have."