[ bellamy blake ➳ solitaryxsoldier ]
{ Handsome features smoother than in any given waking hour, intense
rays of sunlight that weaved their way through gaps in the roof of the
prison hold casting elegant shadows upon crimson laced flesh, Bellamy
remained entirely unaware of the camp he lay at the heart of; an
unexpected state of slumber having claimed him as its own an
indefinable cluster of moments beforehand, it being the first prominent
bout of rest he’d been blessed with in what felt like an eternity.
Peace however, appeared to evade him, his subconsciousness a pit
of swirling memories, the distorted images of his peers brought to life
to haunt him in his time of vulnerability. Octavia, Clarke, Jasper, Monty,
Raven… All who lay behind a veil of uncertainty, all of which he was
momentarily powerless in saving. The unrelenting weight of ambiguity
in relation to his own well being and that of his future seemed entirely
unimportant in comparison to that of his people, of those who come to
associate with home. He’d been a leader, someone like minded souls
had looked up to, had counted on when it mattered most and in many
ways, he’d failed them; he’d taken a wrong turn somewhere that had the
drop ship and surrounding camp being overthrown by Grounders, the
status of those who’d willingly lay down his own existence for, unknown.
Rectifying his own misgivings, locating his princess and the others, being
reunited with his sister, they were the next steps that demanded to be
undertaken even if it took every remaining shred of will he possessed to do
so; for who was Bellamy Blake without the hundred? A janitor, a criminal,
little more than a monster. They’d cast him into incarceration, a fact of which
he was momentarily blind to in his degree of unconsciousness, but such
feeble bindings would prove inadequate in keeping the king from his own
kind.
Plump lips almost imperceptibly parted to draw in slumber hazed breath,
the rhythmic ascension and descent of his structured torso accompanying
an occasion kiss of lengthy lashes to the scorned complexion of his cheeks,
the eldest Blake remained deep beneath a sea of bittersweet unawareness,
that was until of course, the sensation of something prodding his thigh
tugged at his lucidity. It was a sharp inhale of air that rattled through fatigued
lungs which indicated his eventual state of wakefulness, the lean structure
of a jacket concealed arm instinctively shifting as if to reach up to rub at tired
eyes, only to be restrained by the ties that bound him.
Brow creasing in a momentary bout of confusion, his lithe digits twitching in
impatience, the co-leader of the delinquents sent down to Earth in a twisted
trial for human survival allowed his eyes to flutter open; mocha hues coming
to rest upon the young girl who sat before him. She was vaguely familiar in
the way a stranger one passed on the way to work each morning would be,
a face without a name; someone he didn’t know but felt the smallest of
connections to. She was uttering his name, something that shouldn’t have
surprised him yet succeeded in doing so, the warrior forcing back the lump
of moisture that clung incessantly to the back of his throat as the previous
day’s series of events that’d brought him to camp Jaha, came rushing up
to the surface; his mumbled out statement one forged out of pure instinct,
a merciless fog of restfulness still clouding his being. }
“How did you- How did you get in here?”
shrugging sophia moves to pull out a sharp piece of wreckage she's
fashioned into a shiv from where she'd concealed it in her sock before
leaning around to work at the bindings keeping him hostage. though the
two had never actually interacted she feels compelled to help him. he
was one of the ones who'd kept them alive for so long. when the adults
up on the ark had sent them down here to die, they'd learnt to survive.
❛ most of the people in charge have been distracted all day. there wasn't
even anyone on duty. besides no one notices me. i can usually move
around without anyone seeing. ❜
with one last hack at the rope it falls free and she sit back. taking a
second to actually look at him. not to be blunt, but she can't help
thinking he looks like crap. anyone would after what they'd been
through. the grounders had completely decimated them up until clarke
had shut the doors of the dropship. after that everything is kind of a blur.
she remembers a strange smoke then falling asleep. by the time she'd
woken up everyone was gone and she'd stumbled into the woods alone.
it was only pure chance that she'd been found by survivors of the ark
crash.
for days she'd tried to adjust back to the rules of their people, but
instead of safety all she felt was trapped. she wasn't one of them any
more. no longer one of the sky people, she was a grounder.
❛ no one's going looking for the others.
we have to help them. they're still out there! ❜
her words are desperate. those were her people. the ones who helped
her build a home. thinking of how they were just being left out there to
fend for themselves filled her with anger. if the arc wouldn't find them
then she would. what else could she do?
as she shifted she felt something pushing against her leg. digging her
hand into her pocket sophia pulled out the ration packet that she had
stolen earlier, throwing it to land in his lap.
❛ oh and i grabbed you this.
didn't know if they were feeding you or not. ❜
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