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AS A LITTLE GIRL I WAS NEVER TAUGHT how to use polaris as a compass, i still can’t point true north and yet i never feel lost when i look up. i think the stars feel more like home than anywhere they could lead.

#! promo.#gina was also a treasure but that's none of my business

! BELLAMY.

» @felea // continued *

TIRE OF ME IF YOU WILL MY DEAR. BUT I WILL NOT TIRE OF YOU. // she speaks. she speaks but all his ears seem capable to pick up on is the restlessness of the bag in her hands, the sound seemingly designed to drive him into insanity, the ticking of a bomb that was planted with no other intention than to set their future ablaze. —– please don’t leave. please don’t leave. please don’t leave me. —— he wants to beg, but he’s not brave enough for that. truthfully, he thinks, he should’ve known better than this. he should’ve known better than to care. and now, because he didn’t, all he is is fear. his arms crossed in an attempt to hide his shaking hands, the stubbornness of tears wrestling the prideful ego of a man that has never truly learned how to be alone. / ‘ put the damn bag down! ’ he partly asks partly demands, more for his sake than her. ‘ put the bag down and listen to what i am fucking saying. - even if someone wanted you dead, which they don’t might i add, they would have to go through me first god dammit. and i honestly doubt that is something they would be up for. – you won’t last a day out there. without backup, without weapons – i know you know that, phee. i know you are not that stupid. so drop the act and say whatever it is you have to say so we can put an end to this nonsense. if all you want to break up with me, there are easier ways than going a suicidal hike. ’

IF ALL YOU WANT IS TO BREAK UP WITH ME - she turned swiftly to meet his eyes, perhaps for the first time this whole mess had found it’s start. if anger’s fire was to be of the burned wood kind, his words came to put the flames to rest, her train of thought lost at the weakest push of confusion’s inviting touch.

' what the hell does that mean : break up with you? huh? ’ she demanded an explanation of the man who had sworn never to explain anything again, stubborn tears stinging at blue wide eyes, her leg trembling in child - like impatience.

#blaiki #! verse one.#* blaiki thread one.#bellamy: please don't break up w/ me.#ophelia: we were dating?

- good lord, i'd never let you die. -

HIS STATEMENT COMES TO GREET HER WITH NOTHING BUT SURPRISE. it is not the word themselves that bring her movements to a stop - her mouth slightly parted as a frown comes to claim her expression - it’s the apparent despair behind them, the apparent urgency that lingers in the angry growl that is shot her way. words otherwise sweet make annoyance burn right under her skin. 1, 2, 3. prepare for impact.

‘ and does such determination come before or after your little anarchic ideals? ’ she laughed although amusement was no where to be heard, bitterness latching onto the soft tone of casualness that is purposely imprinted onto her voice. ‘ what happens when the hell someone wants is me dead, blake? will then be a good time for me to die? ‘ A SIMPLE PAUSE, in which she no time wasted on the needs of a reply. she has no use to his promises, just like she has no use for his politics or lack thereof. the bag in her hands, however. it held a whole world that months ago she could only dream of. —— the bag in her hands she has use for.

MEMES / accepting / @blaiki

#blaiki #! verse one.#i'm guessing this is when she's planning on leaving #no bullshit law b no bullshit law

i have learned to watch everything die.

AN ALARMING THOUGHT, BUT A TRUTHFUL ONE NEVERTHELESS. - a sigh locked within tired lungs, refusing pity the right to subdue those who had lived through far too much. after all, where she stood, pity remained nothing more than a death sentence to one’s character. nothing more than whatever you felt when everything else was no longer worth feeling. degrading and insulting, a last hurrah to the hope you had once held close. and in the end, reality was, clarke was anything but helpless. nothing if not brave enough to stand tall before the gate’s to death’s altar and wave goodbye to those who had made it their home. that much ophelia had seen and of that much she was sure. so instead, she exhaled, air finally tickling through barely parted rose coloured lips, a friendly hand coming to rest upon the blonde’s shoulder. a gentle squeeze. a comforting smile. an understanding glance. - until their final journey to the ground, they had once said out of such careless habit. then again, who was to know prayers could actually turn true.

‘ think of it this way : if you can watch death it means you have survived it, right? ’ ophelia grasped at the few straws life had perhaps accidentally left behind, lifting the cup monty had given her just few moments before while the fire that lit up their camp found a soulmate in the determination that painted the blue in her hues. ‘ may we meet it again …. but may it never meet us. ‘

MEMES / accepting / @arkhealer

#arkhealer #! verse one.#idk what this is lmfao she might actually be drunk if we think about it

little list of headcanons i need to eventually add to the about page but since i have yet to write a proper one i will write them down here for now :

- ophelia is the daughter of a cook so she absolutely knows how to cook, like gourmet style. - it was actually ophelia’s brother that sold her out in order to ‘ buy ‘ his way into the force. his name was jonathan. he ends up dying when the ark comes down, but she’s dead by then so it doesn’t really matter now does it ----- - her father was floated for stealing medicine for when she accidentally broke her foot. - the one thing she wanted from earth was to see and pet a dog.

#* abt !#* hc !#* find !#* tbu !