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Cyris Nox | 17 | Sky People

[cyrisnox]

lexa--heda:

“Not typically, but I am proficient with a variety of weapons. I prefer a blade.” Lexa murmured, not looking up from her work. She wasn’t one to ignore a good stick, not when it could be formed into a weapon she could use. With the amount of resources they had, it was crucial to take advantage of anything they could. “What’s yours?” She asked lowly, as if she couldn’t care either way, but she was definitely curious.

“Bow and arrow. One of your people taught me, actually.” Cyris admitted, watching her cautiously but deciding that Lexa wasn’t one to kill without reasons  and certainly not when her back was turned. She sat down and leaned against a tree near by.

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It’s where my demons hide || Bast & Cyris

[cyrisnox]

evercharming-bast:

“Um, absolutely not,” Bast said with a grin, shaking his head resolutely, “Nuh uh, nope, nyet.  Not happening.  Ever.  

“Well, now that you approve, then my life is complete.  I should lay down right here and wait for the end of my existence because I have nothing else to live for,” he said with a smirk, flipping the lid off the box and letting her have free reign of it’s contents.  “Landscapes for the lady.”

“Challenge accepted.  I make excellent booby traps, thank you very much.”

“You say that now. I bet I can get a few notes out of you. Just give me time.” She said with a playful smirk.

“Oh wonderful! I’ll rule your kingdom then.” She looked down at the floor, “You would make a nice rug.” Cyris smirked. When he opened the box she couldn’t help but fall silent. The pieces were beautiful, and Cyris gently and slowly flipped through them. She took them all in, “Bast- these are incredible.”

“I believe you do. But I also believe you’ll fail compared to me. But you’re on.”

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Tracks || Bast & Cyris

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evercharming-bast:

“Whelp…I’m screwed then.  I’ll just have to hide behind sexist comments and chivalry,” Bast joked in response  as he waved her off with a chuckle.

Upon seeing the tent, Bast took another look toward the fog and quickly helped her to assemble it before diving through the opening and tucking himself into the furthest corner to give her room to get in and close the tent up before the fog reached them, “Claustrophobia can kiss my ass.  I grew up in an underground bunker.  Impossible to have claustrophobia there without being desensitized to it,” he said once the door was zipped shut and they appeared to be safe.  

“Well…of all the days I forgot a radio to yell at those assholes,” he joked lightly, pulling the rifle from his body to lay it aside, his own pack joining it soon after.

Cyris watched him get in and she gathered the rest of her things and dived in shortly after. She scrambled to help get the tent shut. She was pressed up against Bast, but they actually had more room than she anticipated. “I suppose you have a point. I sort of had the opposite affect. Every window I looked out of I saw everything and no end.” 

Cyris looked to Bast, her body was trembling ever so slightly though she’d never acknowledge it. She felt clear headed, but sometimes her body chose to react differently than her brain wanted her too. Dying by acid fog was not something she was keen to do. “I guarantee you won’t ever forget your radio after this.”

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ravensdropship:

Raven was on her way to see Bellamy in Camp Phoenix - it was her turn to make the trek over - when she came across Cyris with a knife near her face. “What the hell?” The woman turned her head, looking around the area to see what was happening, “What’s going on?”

Cyris pulled the knife from her bag and looked up to see a kid, no more than thirteen come from the tree line. They had a look of absolutely panic on their faces. Cyris supposed she wasn’t his intended target. Her eyes scanned the landscape to see a tree twenty feet to her right. “You need to work on your aim, kid.” She muttered, flipping the knife and handing it back to him. “Start closer to the tree, and make sure no one is around next time.”

Cyris took a deep breath and looked to Raven, “Hiya.”

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(lexa--heda:)

“Keeps things interesting.” Lexa smirked, removing her weapon from her side. “You don’t take compliments well, no?” She shook her head. The Commander bent down and grabbed a sturdy stick she had noticed at her feet. She sat down and started whittling it into a spear.

Cyris thought about that before she gave a slight nod. “If you’re interested in tempting fate, then yes.” She agreed. Her eyes moved over Lexa. “I suppose I’m not.” Cyris watched her curiously, “Is that your weapon of choice? A spear?”

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

“I’m not defending myself, goodness knows there’s nothing I can say in my behalf. But I can’t believe you are insinuating that I should give up my child.” Bellamy sounded angry, but above all betrayed. He hadn’t expected Cyris to throw a baby shower and be all giggly about the thought of a baby running through the camp, but he had never expected she’d be so firmly against his decision. 

“The baby is eight weeks old, Cyris. She has a heartbeat. And she’s mine.” Without realizing he turned into the feminine pronouns, of the daughter he so wanted to have. “We can’t be afraid forever, Cyris. The Ground is our home now, it’s much more our home than the Ark ever was. And eventually we will need to get that through our heads and start living our lives, and maybe this is just what we need. How long do you think we’ll last if we don’t reproduce, huh?” Bellamy ran his hand through his hair, his usually eloquent speech eluding him. “It’s done Cyris, and so it’s our decision. Yelling at me won’t change anything.”

Bellamy started speaking about aborting the baby and Cyris started to hold a hand up, but then she let him finish. “I wasn’t insinuating that at all, Bell.” She said, sounding tired. “I was insinuating that you didn’t think about all the repercussions of having a kid.” She clarified. Her eyes watched him, and then they grew cold. “Eight weeks?” She growled. “You knew about this for eight weeks and you didn’t tell me until now?!”  Cyris threw her arms up again.

“God damn it, Bellamy. You’re an asshole. You know that?” She moved away from him then and went to sit on his bed, crossing her legs. “I can yell at you as much as I’d damn like to. It’s best friend privilege.” Cyris put her head in her hands. “Bellamy, I know we have to reproduce. I just- shit. Do you love her?” She looked up then, watching him intently.

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

Bellamy took two quick steps forwards as she turned around, ready to follow her and try to explain himself (not like he had anything to say in his defense, to be honest) but then he quickly took those same steps back as she pivoted and glared at him, if anyone could turn his blood into ice was an angry Cyris. 

“I didn’t! Alright? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He burst, his voice raising as well, even if only to prevent her from yelling at him some more. So what if they find out? He thought, It’s not like we’ll be able to hide it for long. “I was obviously not thinking when I did it Cyris, and I’m not excusing myself. I know it was stupid and it was irresponsible but yelling at me won’t help at all, Ris.”

His eyes sparkled with anger, something he had never felt this way towards Cyris, at her coldness. “I need her too, you know? If, God forbid, something happened to her I don’t know what I do. But just because she is important it doesn’t mean we all get to decide over her life,” Bellamy growled. “There’s this fantastic thing boobs do when women get pregnant, alright? They fill with milk.” Bellamy sighed exasperated. “If Grounders have been giving birth here for a hundred years, if my mom gave birth with a seven-year-old me as a nurse… I think we can handle this.”

Cyris didn’t flinch when he yelled, she didn’t back away or show any source of emotion. She was great at becoming a wall. She waited for him to finish. “It’s not a matter of handling it, Bell. I know you can. Out of anyone here, you’d be the one I would go to for parenting advice. You raised your sister.” Cyris took a deep breathe. “You’re capable of nearly anything, Bellamy. Including thinking through your actions.” She groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Damn it, what is it with guys and their inability to function at the sight of a naked women?!”

“What do you think the survival rate is here on earth, hmm? Without everything we’re used to. Sure, the grounders had kids but how many of them survived?” She bit her lip then and took a deep breath. “Fuck, Bellamy.” She was more worried about him than anything. He doesn’t need anything else to go wrong in his life, and this is asking for trouble. 

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

“I did,” he replied within a heartbeat. “And I know it was stupid not to use protection, and you are in… in every right to give me the talk or maybe slap me, maybe I need you to slap me…” he rambled on, looking away. “It’s not going to be a walk in the park, but what’s done it’s done.”

“Bellamy!” Cyris couldn’t even comprehend the stupidity in his choices. “You didn’t even- god.” Cyris threw her hands up in the air, turned around as if to walk out before she pivoted on her heel and looked back to him. “Not only is that extremely irresponsible in the typical the talk safe sex area. But did you even bother to think about what bringing a child into this place would be? We have winter coming up and food has stretched thin. We have no formula or child care. Our only certified doctor is dead. Bellamy-” She shook her head, her eyes focusing on him in a glare. “We need Raven. Did you ever think about what could happen if she has to take care of a kid, or god forbid something goes wrong. We can’t afford to lose her.”

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(lexa--heda:)

“I prefer action to words. Besides, you look cute when you’re scared.”

“Actions have room for misinterpretation.” Cyris pointed out, ignoring the next part of the sentence only because she didn’t know how to respond to it.

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

“So it all began a while ago… more than a while, actually… a long time ago,” he rambled, pacing back and forth across his tent as he tried to link the words together. So far he had only been the one giving to news once, and it was to Clarke… it didn’t exactly count as he proceeded to give her much more transcendental news (to her eyes of course), still just the thought of facing Octavia, or let alone Cyris, and telling them terrified him beyond words. “So, a long time ago Raven pretty much uh… stripped in front of me? Well… that’s not relevant, anyway. The thing is we have history… and I had been so stressed and frustrated and worried, and I was so glad neither of us were going to die and now she’s pregnant… and I’m the father?”

 Bellamy Blake, former security guard in the Ark, the man that had willingly walked into Mt. Weather, the man who could put a bullet through your head without blinking, well that man jumped (and let out a very unmanly screech at his best friend’s voice. “What the f-?!”

If Cyris hadn’t heard the paragraph before the unmanly screech, she might have laughed. Instead, she was caught off guard. She had a lot of things she could see either of them messing up, this wasn’t one that ever crossed her mind. “Bellamy Blake, you did not get Raven pregnant.” She said the words slowly, as if each were heavy and worth a lot.

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Cyris received word from the recent mission, they were marking territory and they think they found a settlement that had been abandoned. It would be useful to send a team out and check it out, get any supplies that they could. Cyris was already putting a team together in her head as she made her way to Bellamy’s tent. The door wasn’t shut completely so she walked in, “Bell-” She started, hearing his words echoing in her mind.

“Want to try that again?”

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

Bellamy laughed, rolling his eyes. “You are,” he complimented, closing his eyes for a second as he forced himself to not be stressed anymore. “We should probably head back but I kind of don’t want to.”

“Let’s go for a walk then. We still have some light.” Cyris said, standing up and holding out a hand to him.

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

Bellamy sighed, weighting Cyris’ words for a moment before nodding. She was right. She had to be right. “True,” he said simply before forcing his face muscles to curve his mouth into a smile. “Why are you this smart? You hurt my reputation, Ris,” Bellamy teased as he wrapped an arm around her. 

Cyris shoved him playfully, but she leaned into his arm. “I’m the brains behind the brawns.” She said, tapping his chest playfully.

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(lexa--heda:)

“Calm down, I’m not going to kill you. Just stay out of my way.”

Cyris scrambled to her feet, looking to Lexa. “And vocalizing something became too difficult, because..?”

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“Shit!”

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Tracks || Bast & Cyris

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(evercharming-bast:)

“I didn’t say what kind of results…just results,” he retorted before shoving her back in response, careful not to overdo it.

Grimacing slightly, he looked around quickly as if hoping a neon sign would suddenly pop up saying ‘Safety here!  And a bonus all you can eat buffet!’  But alas, no such luck.  It also didn’t help that he was further away from the mountain than usual and well out of the territory he knew well.  If only a gun was any use against the fog.

Jerking to a stop with her, Bast spun around to look at her, watching as she starts to rifle through her bag.  “Uh, Cyris.  Not the time for a change of clothes.  We have to run,” he said nervously, eyes on the approaching fog instead of on her, “Because we’re humans and need to breathe.  And breathing is bad when the air is yellow and acid.”

“There were results, bad ones. The manual was destroyed. I suppose you have to work on your intellect to figure us women out.” She said, chuckling at the shove.

“I know that.” Cyris said, waving him off as she dug to the bottom of her bag. She pulled out a tent then. “We have no where to hide, and there is no shelter from that fog. This is the best chance we got.” She started to unzip it, aware of the fog getting closer. “I hope you’re not claustrophobic. Get in!”

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It’s where my demons hide || Bast & Cyris

[cyrisnox]

(evercharming-bast:)

“Exactly,” Bast chuckled, before admitting, “It’s not a matter of can.  It’s a matter of should.  And I should not unless I want to attract every predator in five miles cause they think something is dying and easy pickings.”

“Well, of course.  He could have claimed a new hairstyle if I didn’t take the eyebrows,” he scoffed lightly, picking up some of his dirty clothes to throw into his bedroom before shutting the door.  Turning to grin crookedly at her, he set the bag down near the door before moving over to a well-worn box, pulling it down to set it near her, having put all of his art in there over the years, so it’s built up quite considerably.

“Right…I’m going to have to keep an eye on you.  And boobytrap my room,” he muttered under his breath with a good natured shrug, “Day in the life, I suppose.”

Cyris laughed, if she had been drinking her water she would have spit it out. “Well now I have to hear you sing.” Cyris said with a growing smirk.

“Ahh, very logical Bast. I approve.” She agreed, taking a look around the room. It was much bigger than her tent, but it wasn’t extravagant. She supposed not many people had extravagant rooms in a bunker. She followed him to a box, reaching over to tough the edges of it.

“Nah, I’m so quick. You’ll never see me and I’ll see the traps. Be prepared, your majesty.”