@damnbrain | RAVEN & ECHO S7
her mind was fast to sink back into habits, trained responses of isolating pain and betrayal and shutting off the potential fallout of her emotions having the chance to betray her too. bellamy was dead; her eyes would wince on the thought, the fact, and then she would think it again, repeat it again. less of a wince each time, less of a clenching in her chest. repeat the fact again...bellamy was dead, force it to hurt less and less each time, an hour of this before echo accepted how hard it was to grieve someone who wasn’t...that same someone they had been before.
not anymore, and now...that stranger was gone. so was the family member. so was the lover.
an hour, before echo pulled her eyes away from the spot she had chosen on the walls of the holding room, before her eyes looked to raven sitting on the end of her own bed, just as quiet and motionless and no doubt waring inside of her own head. echo stood quietly and grabbed at the end of her mattress to drag it in closer to raven’s until they touched, and then she sat herself right back down, but beside raven now, and silently wrapped her arm around the woman’s smaller frame.
















