bellamy shrugs at his words but it’s meant to be in solidarity rather than coming off apathetic to the younger boy mourning his father. because bellamy GOT IT, he honestly did. he was just kind of shit at this emotional stuff, ❛ my mom wasn’t that great either. she tried– sometimes– but she was always so focused on supplying us with the material shit we needed she never thought about the other stuff. especially when it came to o. but she was still my mother & i still miss her sometimes. we still mourned her. it’s normal. ❜
even though her lack of emotional parenting left it all on bellamy. the hugs, the comfort, the love. holding octavia when she woke up from nightmares. rocking the new born baby back & forth while begging her to be quiet before someone came to investigate. she was maybe the only person he didn’t totally suck at being emotional with ( & even then that was arguable now ).
( maybe it’s because with bellamy so busy taking care of o, no one took care of him ).
❛ he’s not your only family, though. not anymore. ❜
it’s like a hollowness in the bones,
a heavy weight on his shoulders,
and something swollen in his throat.
he doesn’t cry and he SHOULD. it has
nothing to do with being seen, or by
whom. somewhere along the line loss
had become so commonplace, and
he almost wished it stole as much
from him now as it used to.
( if anything it’d make him feel human )
hands firm against his knees, he gave
himself a second before he raised his
head. a life had been lost. but there
were still some they could save.
and that was worth MORE than mourning.
“ in that case, clarke and i need to
talk to her mother, and kane.
we’ve still got people in that mountain.
and so do the grounders. ”
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