#efthyni

[thclcstgirl]

@efthyni gets a too devoted Fox in S3 

“Then go!” She ignored the tears in her eyes. “You and the others go hope for peace while Bellamy helps keep it for us!” She watched the blonde walk off, feeling guilty over the sad curl of Raps’ shoulders, the betrayal in her expression Fox could no longer see, but the hotly burning anger over their argument made feeling anything but mad difficult.

Who was she to tell Fox who to follow? She hadn’t been with her in that damp, musty room. She hadn’t been promised safety and had that yanked away, dragged across the mountain knowing any help she needed was left further and further behind her. She hadn’t seen the dead bodies she had been about to join, and she sure as hell hadn’t felt the crippling relief as that guard’s helmet came off and revealed her rebel king, rescuing her where no one else had.

So what if Pike was a little crazy? Fox didn’t trust Pike, she wasn’t that far gone yet. But… as crazy as he was, as violent as he was… he wasn’t wrong. The grounders had proven time and time again that peace was the last thing on their minds. Blood, death, destruction, war: those were the trademarks of these earth born people, and the delinquents were the ones taking more losses than anyone save Farm Station. Pike’s station. He knew the violence of the grounders as well as the delinquents did, and it baffled Fox that anyone couldn’t see that the only thing the grounders understood was violence.

Pike had given it to them, and even then she would have kept her approval to herself, but Bellamy had joined him. Bellamy who already had so much death and war on his shoulders had taken on even more and for what? To keep them safe. Just as he always did. If she had to lose a few friendships along the way to support his protecting them through everything, then so be. She heard footsteps and she swiped a hand across her eyes to clear the frustrated tears, wanting to curse when she recognized the boy she’d just been defending against one of her closest friends down here. “Hi, Bell.” She greeted, hoping he hadn’t heard too much and if he had, hoped he wasn’t going to scold her for her vehemence.

[iedetic]

@efthyni​​:   [ lift ]            ↳   for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something.

❝  I  THINK  YOU  THINK  I’M  LIKE  SOME  HELPLESS  BABY  BIRD,  BUT   ---   ❞      and,  of  course,  he  immediately  trips  over  the  obscenely  large  tree  root  that  bellamy  was  trying  to  help  him  over.  thankfully,  though,  reid  manages  to  catch  himself  at  the  last  second  and  doesn’t  land  on  his  face,  but  all  hopes  of  bellamy  considering  him  not  a  helpless  baby  bird  are  gone.  he  now  understands  why  jj  hates  the  woods.     ❝   don’t  mention  this  to  derek.   ❞     that’s  the  last  thing  he  needs!

PROMPT:   ACCEPTING

[viciousheart]

❝   AI  HOUMON   ---   what  are  you  doing  up?  it’s  still  dark  outside.   ❞     she’s  not  sure  what  woke  her,  but  she’d  been  alarmed  to  find  his  side  of  the  bed  empty.  and,  even  if  she  tried,  she  knew  that  she’d  never  be  able  to  fall  back  asleep  without  knowing  where  bellamy  was,  so  viviana  went  looking  for  him,  and  she  finds  him  just  outside  dokwochakru’s  compound,  in  an  empty  field.  she’s  quiet  as  she  comes  up  behind  him,  but  she’s  sure  to  make  some  noise  so  he’s  not  surprised  when  she  reaches  for  his  hand,  entwining  their  fingers.     ❝   what’s  on  your  mind,  bellamy?   ❞

@efthyni​​  ♥’d

[viciousheart]

@efthyni​​:   “This is a one time deal only.” the beginning xo

❝   WE’RE  BOTH  DOING  THIS  FOR  OUR  PEOPLE.     i  understand  the  terms,  bellamy  blake.  i  don’t  expect  you  to  take  the  brand  and  recite  the  vows.   ❞     the  blood  queen  says  dryly,  looking  at  him  with  an  annoyed  kink  in  her  brow.     ❝   but  you  are  doing  me   ---   dokwochakru   ---   a  favour,  even  if  we’re  both  getting  something  out  of  this  alliance,  and  i  always  repay  favours.   ❞

PROMPT:   ACCEPTING

[thclcstgirl]

@efthyni​ sent: push my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

we should run. 

“No, that’s-” and they were gone, Bellamy and Finn having bolted into the woods away from the heavily clothed figures and she had no choice but to follow or be left alone. Being out here with all these alpha personalities, all these wannabe warriors and hunter types was exhausting. She was the only one with a prey mentality of the group and she knew instinctively that running only inspired a chase. If you knew the terrain you may gain an advantage- a rabbit could escape a fox down a number of burrows, a fox fleeing a wolf could run into a den- but if you didn’t ( as they didn’t ) you ran blind. The predators could push you any which way you wanted, especially when they did know the woods and they outnumbered their prey. 

They should have stayed where they were, backed to a solid space and defended their sides, or they should have gone back, risked fighting one or two of the grounders and gotten back on a trail they knew, a trail back to woods they were familiar with. Maybe they wouldn’t have lost Diggs, maybe Roma would still be bitching about a proper shower in the coming days. 

But they ran, and lost more of their own. Eventually they came to a stop and as Bellamy stared at Roma ( now was probably a bad time to suggest taking the spear for themselves, right? ) Finn realized what was going on. Playing with us. Can kill us whenever they want. 

                                           Then they should GET IT OVER WITH! 

God dammit, Jasper! They all shushed the boy, but the only warning she had that they grounders were willing to oblige them was a whistling sound and Bellamy’s voice sharply calling her name.She was yanked to the side, pulled forcibly against Bellamy’s side, his fingers almost bruisingly tight around her arm even through her jacket sleeve and she realized a split second too late there was a circular blade embedded in the tree right where she’d been standing, waiting out Bellamy’s grief to ask about the spear. 

She looked up at Bellamy who’s eyes were no longer grief stricken, but fearful, angry, both warring for dominance in his expression. No one else dies today, you hear me? It was both a promise of safety and a warning to be careful and she nodded, waiting until he’d turned back to the others to pull the blade meant for her from the tree and hurry to join the huddled group.

[thclcstgirl]

@efthyni​ sent: 🤝 + 3 tehe

a touch ... to say ‘goodbye’ 

She hadn’t seen him in some time and she was getting uncomfortable. Everywhere she looked were untrustworthy people. Grounders glaring at skaikru, clustered together in little cliques that made it all too obvious where invisible clan lines were between them, eyes darting from body to body distastefully and always coming back to skaikru. And skaikru themselves, standing aruond arguing and fighting against a decision that’s  already been made because they no longer liked the outcome. They’d already settled in, they claimed. They had been given false hope, they accused. It’s not fair, they shouted.

You didn’t seem to care about fair when you were hijacking the place. She thought uncharitably, rolling her eyes and trotting away from the fray to go find Bellamy. Her name was one of a thousand, she wasn’t living through this, her luck wasn’t going to afford her a spot here. 

She should have stayed with Jasper. 

But it was too late for should-haves and would-haves, she was here and she was going to be cast out and she was going to die like the other unlucky ones. But she could at least say goodbye to her former rebel king one last time. She found him in a locker room of some kind, dressed in a space suit along with Clarke. In the far corner Murphy and Emori were grabbing suits of their own and she stood in the doorway, head cocked in confusion. Were they giving up spots? Hoping to survive outside the door in their suits? ( did they have a fourth? ) 

He caught sight of her in the doorway and she smiled, lifting a hand in both greeting and a silent ‘what’s going on?’ and he excused himself from Clarke and her mother to come over to her. She didn’t miss the way Clarke’s eyes glossed over her in sadness, nor the way Murphy avoided her eyes entirely. Something was going on. 

Fox, hey, I’m glad to see you. 

He was leaving. The reasoning was lost to the fog of confusion that made it hard to focus on his words after that announcement. How could he leave? She’d defected from DNR for him, to not die for him and he was leaving? There were reassurances that he’d be back in time, but his eyes told a different story and she knew;

he wasn’t coming back. He was going to leave, with Clarke, with Murphy and Emori to go fetch Raven, and there was a high chance, a chance he feared, that he wasn’t going to return. That he and the others would be trapped outside the doors when the radiation rolled over them and took out anything living in its path. Fox. He’d realized he’d lost her to her thoughts and his hand came to rest on her shoulder, pulling her semi-vacant, perplexed eyes back to his own warm brown ones. You’ll be okay, I promise.

Promises promises, she thought to herself. The last promise someone made to her didn’t turn out so well, and she had low hopes for this one even from the lips of her hero. But when she looked to the others ( for help? for understanding? for confirmation? ) something else caught her eye, and she smiled up at him, her vision clearing and she nodded for the boy who’d saved her life not once, but twice. “I believe you, Bellamy.” 

Words simple to say. Words to make him smile. To reassure him. He pulled her into a crinkly hug- the suit he wore was not designed for intimacy- and she clung to him, wishing him luck. She held on long enough to make Abby point out the time, pull him away and lead them toward the door. They were distracted enough, far away enough, that no one saw her grab another suit left hanging and follow them out the door, out of sight, around the rover,

and into the back. 

She believed him. She’d be safe. But not surrounded by grounders and angry, vengeful skaikru. No, she’d be safe with him. With Murphy, their resident survivor. Clarke, their ruthless one. For better or for worse, she’d be safe- if maybe not alive much longer- with her people. 

50 reasons to touch someone meme // accepting

[thclcstgirl]

@efthyni​ asked: “it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“I’m-” Her voice is forcedly bright, forcedly fine, prepared to back up the next word ( fine, it was always fine, had to be fine, if anyone was every going to believe her ) with an equally fine tone, but for some reason the word caught in her throat. I’m fine. Her lips were still parted, but still nothing was coming out. I’m fine. Be fine, Fox, show him you’re fine. 

But she was tired of pretending. She could pretend with the people that didn’t matter, the doctors and the councilors and the guardsmen; but lying to Bellamy was different. She wanted to be fine. She needed to be fine, if she was going to move forward. But it was hard, keeping all the not-fine parts to herself and stamp them down and just hope they went away. I’m fine. 

“I’m still here.” It wasn’t an ‘I’m fine’ but at least it was true.