Echo

ECHO ❝ 𝓌𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁. ❞ { this is a multi verse becho 1x1 rp blog. I have no affiliation to the 100, tasya teles or bob morley. this blog will have mature content. }

[echoxazgeda]

heathenxking:

groaning low to himself, he shifted his gaze from the damning world around him to the grounder sitting in the cage next to him. her words washed over him but in that moment they didn’t mean much. bellamy could have guess of course but hell he wasn’t in the mood for that. there was a piece of him that answered gently. silence. quiet. shut up. was it his? maybe. nothing made sense in his head for the moment so he focused on dark eyes and abused flesh. “i don’t understand you,” not a lie, but not the full truth. his body had shifted towards her, the broad expanse of his chest facing her for a moment before twisting again.

a little more quietly, following her assumed request by instinct, he shifted the lock with trembling hands and twisted it so he could see it. maybe he could have picked it.. if he fucking had something to pick it with. frustration filled him just before it was followed by a wave of despair. he was supposed to help them. he was supposed to get the ones trapped out. how in the hell was he gonna do that when he was in a damned cage? leaning into the cage door for a moment, he sighed out words in one breath. 

The brunette’s brow knitted together when he spoke. It took her a moment to realized what it could mean if he didn’t understand what she was saying. “Skai Kru,” she practically hissed the words as she glared at him. On second though maybe she should let him make all the noise, and get dragged away like so many others. The temptation to make noise of her own to draw the attention was strong. Though there was an odd sensation that seemed to squelch the vindictive train of though before it ever really left the station. She watched as he tried to fuss with the lock. It was slightly quieter then his earlier kicking but still not going to work if he didn’t want to get hung by his ankles. 

“They take the ones that are strong,” she spoke slowly. His language always felt so awkward on her tongue. Even if she’d learned it as all warriors had. It still didn’t feel right. “You’ll end up bled dry if you’re not careful.” she couldn’t quite pin point what it was that made her want to help him. Keep him in his cage and away from the mountain men. Part of her didn’t seem to mind the other part was royally pissed off about it. She’d spent so many days.. maybe weeks... hell it could have been months at this point, worrying about herself. Making sure she didn’t end up like so many others she’d seen ripped from their cage. Just as her mind was trying to comprehend this new found protectiveness for complete strangers, no enemies was a better term for him the door opened. Voices flooding the deathly quiet room. “Just stay quiet.” was all she offered before tucking herself back in to the corner of her cage. Her eyes shifting to watch the men that entered the room. She could feel her breath ball up in her chest as she waited for their every move. Her heart speeding up just a bit as their footfall brought them closer to where her and the sky man were. 

[echoxazgeda]

heathenxking:

Consciousness seemed to return to him in stages. His mind remembered the feel of chains on his wrists, the collar digging into his throat. A needle, fighting, screaming, it supplied all of those things readily but he couldn’t trace the line of events. Instead of prying his mind open he tried to shift his body, Bellamy than realized the cramped feeling wasn’t just in his mind. Metal met bare skin. With the slow flutter of his eyelids he finally took in the sickly colored room. Cages as far as he could see. A cage just like his. Hissing slowly under his breath, he shifted and groggily moved to sit up right. He had the feeling it wasn’t the first time he had woke to the cage and moved but he wasn’t going to count the seemingly drug induced hazy moments.

Instead he focused on the steady ache in his bones and pushed against the cage door lightly. The ache in his lips clawed at him so for a brief moment he leaned back on the metal. The pattern indenting into his skin as he leaned his head back. “Fuck,” fell from his lips more growl than words as he finally took a moment to take full stock. In a quick bout of rage he hissed, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” his feet kicking the door in his frustration before he leaned back again and noticed the other next to him. 

Echo could barely count how many times she’d woken up in her cage. She has bruises that mimicked the pattern of the metal. There were the only real sign of any passing time in the hell she was currently living. She’d sat staring at the new comer in the cage next to her, for how long she didn’t know. But she shifted a bit when he started to stir again. She growled out a warning in her native tongue. They only tool the strong, not that she cared much for anyone’s survival but her own. That was how it had to be here. You had to look out for you, there was no comradely when everyone was inside a cage. At the mercy of the mountain monsters. The thought nearly made her chuckle, monsters. They were men, flesh and blood like she was. But they were on the out side, she wasn’t. 

Turning her body so she could look at him fully her snapped her warning again. Her fingers curling around the bars between their cages. “Shof op!” slipped from her lips harshly but quietly. The last thing she needed was to have him draw attention to their row.