#bellamyr

[ofinsecuritiies]

❝ you can’t leave like this. ❞

@bellamyr ♡’d for one-liner

[fmn-a]

❛it’s almost like you’re dating them.❜

THE MEME | @bellamyr

❝ It’s almost like it’s none of your god damn business what ⏤ or who ⏤ I do anymore, Bellamy. ❞ His fists were clenched and his teeth were gritted. John didn’t understand why Bellamy all of a sudden had taken such an interest in what he was doing. It had been far too long since they’d had a civil conversation, let alone been eachother’s confidants.

[grffins-a-blog]

𝔦.    CONT .   /   @bellamyr .

it’s not the same one she found with finn   .      when  they  came  across  the  spring ,  she’d  thought  it  was  for  a  moment .    but  the  water  was  deeper  here  and  a  darker  shade  of  blue .    and  it  was  warm .    when  the  spacewalker  had  dragged  her  in  it  had  been  so  cool  against  her  skin .    now  as  the  days  grow  cooler  she’s  grateful  for  the  warmth .   she’d  stripped  without  a  thought ,     without  a  care  that  he  might  see  her .    her  body  didn’t  feel  like  her  own  anyway :    it  hadn’t  in  so  long .    besides ,    what  was  it  to  look  at  compared  to  the  women  he  shared  company  with ?     she’d  noticed  enough  similarities  between  the  ones  he’d  slept  with ,  especially  in  the  beginning ,  to  know  he  had  a  type :    and  she  wasn’t  it .    she  lacked  the  height ,  the  long  dark  hair  falling  down  her  spine  and  the  tight  stomach  and  thighs .  so  what  does  it  matter  if  he  might  see  her  naked ?    she  doesn’t  even  bother  to  see  if  he’s  looking .   by  the  time  he’s  stripping  down  to  follow  her  she’s  chest  deep  in  the  water .    it  feels  good  enough  to  draw  a  moan  from  her  lips ,  her  eyes  falling  shut  in  pleasure  and  to  offer  privacy .    she’d  caught  a  glimpse  as  he  moved ,    and  now  she  does  blush  but  she  blames  it  on  the  heat  of  the  water  and  not  the  sight  of  him .    doesn’t  let  herself  linger  on  it .   people  used  to  believe  that  water  could  wash  away  sins ,    but  clarke  knows  better  than  to  hope  for  redemption  in  the  depths .  or  anywhere  else  for  that  matter .    she’s  content  enough  to  be  damned  so  long  as  the  blood  on  her  hands  keeps  her  friends’  blood  from  being  spilled .    they  never  mentioned  that  guardian  angels  must  also  be  monstrous.  

blue  eyes  only  open  a  moment  after  she  hears  him  wading  into  the  water .    she’s  surprised  to  see  him  so  close  but  she  makes  no  effort  at  distance .    not  even  when  he  reaches  out :    the  weight  of  his  arm  settling  around  her  shoulders.  it  takes  her  by  surprise .    affection  between  them  is  always  so  strictly  rationed :    saved  for  moments  when  they  seem  ready  to  fall  apart .    and  adding  the  comfort  of  his  touch  to  this  moment ,    already  more  peaceful  than  she’s  had  in  so  long :    it  almost  makes  it  too  sweet .    it  almost  scares  her  away .    she  never  gives  herself  anything  this  good ,    without  the  bite  of  pain  to  accompany  it.   still  she  can’t  bring  herself  to  pull  away .    so ,    she  lets  her  head  fall  to  the  side :    onto  his  arm  and  her  eyes  fall  shut  again .    she’s  careful  not  to  get  too  close .       ❝     it  seems  cruel  not  to  tell  everyone  else.     ❞      she  says  the  words  and  know  they  sound  hollow :   she  doesn’t  want  to  share  this  place  with  anyone  else  but  him .    but  she’s  not  used  to  allowing  herself  moments  of  selfishness  either ,    at  least  not  without  his  persuasion .