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REACTION MEME YOUR MUSE DISCOVERING MINE CRYING

if anything could’ve made the situation worse ( and that was a fucking stretch on it’s own ) it was an audience. and he reaches for anger and repulsion in his stomach ( anything would be better than having to mop the dampness from his cheeks with sleeves covered in mud and blood and whatever else ) bites out a curse and turns himself on the spot as if all his reservations having someone at his back were bound to disappear when it hinged on his pride. ❝have i got something on my face?❞

he spits it out daring bellamy to say something. because if it’s going to be awkward, he’ll make it just as bad for the both of them.

#burningascent #█ ▌❝ v. clipped wings —

the stabbing one

REACTION MEME YOUR MUSE STABBING MINE

he doesn’t believe in second chances ( neither of them do ) and he’s too numb to consider what that means for him. he’d chased a kid through the forest and called for her blood like a ravenous animal all of it leading him to the verge of a sharp drop ( he could’ve sworn he heard her bones break on the rocks down below ) ❝ mbege.❞

inseparable sounds like a stretch if the way the other boy turns his head has anything to say about it ( and god he’d mock him and call him a coward, if he could find his voice ) she deserved it and he has the nerve to turn his eyes on the princess. even if she’d gotten him into this mess, he’d be lucky if she got him out. it’s all hushed words, and even as the rest of them turned tail and walked back to camp, bellamy and clarke deliberated his fate, like it was their god given right. she’s supposed to intervene. at least that’s how he figures this story ends. he’s supposed to be made to atone for what he’d done, but there’s a sureness about the way bellamy clutches the knife murphy had held to her throat just minutes ago. ( she doesn’t stay to watch ) ❝go ahead, walk away, princess. if you let him do this, my blood is on your hands.❞ she pauses, but it’s not for long and then it’s just them. in his head, he’s supposed to go out with his teeth clenched, and his fists balled, and fight in his eyes. he’s supposed to be fearless. but instead he’s seventeen and afraid, and his eyes are wet and his breath rattles in his throat. ❝ i made a mistake.❞ he doesn’t go numb when the knife slides in, and shock doesn’t do anything to douse the feeling. all he can do is crumble. hands clasping for the hand that’s wielding the knife just to keep him standing a second longer. ❝bellamy, please.❞

#burningascent #█ ▌❝ v. icarus risen —

# in spn

TROPES ↳ only a flesh wound

he’s SEEN bellamy in states of disrepair, vampire or not when he got in trouble it usually SHOWED. so when he comes in looking like HELL itself wells could be forgiven for forgetting he’d heal. and he’s on his feet, hands steadying the brunette in spite of his protests ( i’m fine ) and guiding him to a chair. ( he’s a LITTLE more firm about his offer and bellamy’s no less ready to argue it ) “ have you SEEN yourself? i don’t think you’re in a position to turn down help. ”

“ it’s just a flesh wound, relax. ” “ i can see your DAMN bones, blake. ” his hands are slick with the vampire’s blood and he’s not even sure bellamy leaning into him is for his sake or because wells had refused to let go. ( and if he’s WORRIED he’s goddamn justified ) “ were you this much of a STUBBORN ass before the bite, or is this new? ” he’d swear he hears a snort

#burningascent #█ ▌❝ v. dream me the world —

# in modern

TROPES ↳ almost kiss

every now and then ONE of them mentioned it. nudged a beer into his hand, or murmured out some encouraging remark ( it’s just one ) but NONE of them managed to get under his skin like bellamy. and maybe he’s joking ( he’s probably joking ) but when the brunette waves away the bartender jaha can’t handle his alcohol wells caves. he pays for every second round and at some point it turns into some unspoken challenge as to who’d end up kneeling in a stall, puking their lunch up --- ( bellamy turns away a couple offers to dance and wells makes a jibe about them missing his SPARKLING personality ) “ seems to work for you. ” “ you’re not exactly my type, blake. ”

it’s the usual banter, old remarks recycled under the taste of liquor and bar snacks they’d risked, except for the way bellamy’s eyes stay too long ( something he’d never have noticed if he wasn’t staring too ) and he raises his brow oh yeah? he shifts his arm to reach for his drink, and their elbows knock. it’s the first time he’d realized how close they’d gotten. ( it wouldn’t be hard to lean over ) and he does, a couple inches, and it seems like MORE cause bellamy’s got the same idea. and then a glass is slammed down against the bar and he jolts back, enough to let murphy wave an arm out between them to motion the bartender over, speaking LOUDLY about something he couldn’t quite catch. ( maybe it’s a GOOD thing )

#burningascent #█ ▌❝ v. his father’s son —